Post by CALLIA ADELAIDE HARDING on Oct 31, 2011 18:14:25 GMT -5
CALLIA ADELAIDE HARDING. 17. GREASER. JUNIOR. MONA JOHANNESSON.
well hello, how are you this evening?
-she looks up and lifts an eyebrow- what? can i help you? i'm great, what do you want?
don't be so nervous. well, tell me a little about who you are?
fuck, really? i don't have the time for this. -she sighs and crosses her arms- let's start with name so we can get all friendly and such. callia adelaide harding. doesn't have that much of a wow factor. if we want to be completely honest, my legal name is callia adelaide bentley-parker-harding. i have three last names. the why is really of no concern to you. my birthday is november 19th, which makes me a scorpio. yep, i love zodiacs. i'm seventeen and it's so fucking great i can't even contain my joy. sadly enough, i'm still stuck in that jail we call highschool as a junior. one more year and im fucking free as a bird. i do have a job. two of them, to be exact. one is the oh-so-convenient job as a waitress. i usually get nights and closings because my boss's son has it out for me, therefore my boss has it out for me. my second job is as a horse trainer and farmhand. take it at face value.
ah interesting. well i'm loving the outfit that are wearing, tell me more about it.
my fancy ripped jeans and tank top? yes, such a beautiful outfit. -she rolls her eyes- my hair is always like this. down or just pulled up. i don't spend anytime on it. i don't wear make-up very often, either, and i obviously don't take time to choose outfits unless i actually want to impress someone, which isn't very often. -she touches a necklace dangling at her neck- and i always wear this. it was a gift from my dad, so it's actually something that's special to me. if you can believe it.
well here i thought it was more expensive that that. well, let's here a little about you.
a little about me? haven't you gathered enough just by talking to me for five minutes? but if you insist. this may come as a shocker, but i'm sarcastic. i use it so often it can be considered my first language. another thing you may or may not have noticed, i curse like a sailor and i don't care who notices or overhears. i'm a bit of a tomboy, if you want some serious stuff. i grew up with four brothers, so it's more natural to me to throw a football then it is to paint my nails. i don't mind getting dirty. some might describe me as tough. it's true. i'll kick anyone's ass who insults a friend or family member of mine, even if what they said is fact. my friends, though few, would say i'm generally loyal. if you backstab me, however, it's a different story. i can be incredibly spiteful, i don't take crap from anybody, and i won't back down from a fight. at times i might be manipulative when i want something, but i'm smart enough to know that it's good to have allies. if i ever chose to, i could make friends with anyone. don't tell anyone, wouldn't wan to ruin my reputation or anything, but i'm surprisingly friendly. of course, that's if you can get past the prickly barrier long enough to get the sarcasm out of my voice. i'm very guarded and solitary. i don't like people in my business or my space, and i make it blatantly clear. i have a temper, i'm pretty unashamed about a great deal of things that make me up. i'm far from a social butterfly, but i make my share of friends, and when i do, i'm very loyal to them. another thing. i'm pretty brazen and blunt. consider yourself warned. is that enough for you? -she lifts an eyebrow-
you sound rather interesting, can't wait to get to know you a little more.
i said earlier i had something like four brothers, right? well, to be honest, i have no idea how many siblings i actually have. when i was growing up, i was four, but my mom is a whore and i don't live with her anymore. i'm the lucky child out of a few. i currently live with one of my brothers, luke harding. he's only twenty-three, but he does his best to support us and he manages to pay bills and put food on the table. i respect him possibly more then anyone else in the world. the second eldest is jeremy harding, twenty and struggling to pay his college bills. he out of all us is probably the most ambitious, because he wants it out of this hell hole and thinks he can make it, while the rest of us know better. third is michael harding, jeremy's twin. he's completely opposite of jeremy, actually. among all my brothers, he and i probably fight the most. lastly is damien harding, nineteen. he currently lives with luke and i, but we never see him around so i have no idea what's up with him. a little bit of history for us. we've gone to eight schools in six years. being the new kid is normal for me. and don't even begin to look sympathetic. mommy dearest's name is jessamine harding, and now you've met my big happy family.
and where you are from? what's your story? how did you get here, to tulsa.?
we'll start at the beginning, just so you can get a grip on the story. and just to clear the air, i'm not telling you for sympathy, so don't give me any and know that i don't expect in. when i was born, it was to a middle class family. given, it was a lower middle class, but we weren't poor by any means. we got by. of course, we didn't have enough money to go jetting off to some exotic island at the drop of a hat. dad was in the military. it was rare when he was around, and my mom didn't like that. she was what you would label as depressed. it was rare to see her too, because she locked herself in her room and would cry ill all the time. it wasn't often that she went to whatever job she'd managed to snag for herself, but when she did, she came home early and fired. all we would hear was the tv blaring on the other side of the door. none of us had any idea what she did in there all day.
then my father came home. the house was a mess, needless to say, and there was no one there to greet him. all of us had run off to play at the park. it was getting dark out, it was almost seven. we came home to hear him shouting at our mom, telling her she needed to clean up her act and stop wallowing in her own sorrows. he left that night, unaware that we'd just got home and had heard everything they'd screamed back in forth. it seemed he was also unaware that he'd left his kids left behind in the shittiest household he could've managed.
after the divorce became finalized, jess fell to the drugs and alcohol. she had three husbands following us, all bad, all left bruises, and none lasted more then a few months. she got a semi-stable job, but it was as a stripper and a porn star. she began to take her 'work' home. -she rolls her eyes- it wasn't soon after that that luke hit eighteen. he got us out of there. i haven't seen jessamine since then.
wow, what a story, well i guess that's all that i have time for. it was a pleasure to meet you and i hope that we meet again.
have a really fucking nice day.
and for the actual roleplayer
What do you go by?
Korin
How old are you?
Nineteen
How long have you been doing this?
FOREVER. no jaykay, something like ten years.
What timezone are you in?
Pacific
How can we reach you?
pm and msn
Who else have you got?
none yet
Canon or Original?
original
Care to show off your skills?It was raining when she stepped into the quiet house, her arms full of groceries and hair drenched, dripping on the cherry wood floor. Mickey ran to greet her, as was usual, managing a lick to her hand despite the bags she clutched. Finding her way to the kitchen through darkness, she rose on her toes and managed to slide her accessories onto the counter in one sweep, leaning over and flicking on the kitchen the light as gracefully as she could, which turned out to be more clumsy as the dog waltzed in and bumped her legs, sending her falling onto her backside with a wince. He turned at the sudden commotion, his tannish-red ears perking up slightly and then leaning back when he caught the glare directed at him. An apology lick was given to her cheek before he continued his original course towards the food bowl. Sighing and climbing to her feet, Katy flicked several dripping strands of brunette hair from her eyes and began to put away the food. The whole time, Mickey munched away at his food, not quite realizing how much attention he was bringing to himself. Sighing and shaking her head, Katy placed a hand on her hip and shook her head.
"Mickey, you're going to make yourself get fat." She scolded lovingly, leaning down to pick up a purple backpack from the ground and fling it around one shoulder. The dog watched her movements as she turned and walked from the room, pausing with a glance at the food bowl before hurrying to follow her heavy steps up the staircase to her bedroom. Despite it's fairly small size, the room was decorated with hundreds of pictures, words, and pieces of papers. Little scraps of memories. It looked like someone had attempted to keep it neat, as a small board was hung up and covered with everything from notes to 'wish you were here' cards, but it had failed miserably. There was too much stuff to keep organized. The only clear words in the room were hung up above the window, childish pictures drawn, four of them. Clearly written in the middle of each image was a K, an A, a T, and a Y.
The walls were a soft violet, the bedspread was even a dark purple and was unmade, the sheets tangled up from someone sleeping in it. The dog, unconcerned with the mess, leapt onto Katy's bed and laid down, watching with puppy eyes as his owner tossed her backpack onto the computer chair. Exhausted from just getting off work and her back aching, a headache just beginning. She reached for some Tylenol and joining Mickey on the bed, leaning back with a small sigh that escaped her lips. After a few moments, her eyes were fluttering closed and Katy was slipping asleep.
She woke up with a gasp and sitting up in her bed, her heart pounding in her chest. It seemed uncharacteristically hot in the room. Fanning herself and glancing down at Mickey, still asleep on her bed, was used to her waking up at odd times. Another shrill sound in her ear had her scrambled, groggy brain struggling to climb from her subconscious, until she became aware that the phone was ringing. Struggling to untangle herself from the covers and falling to her knees in her effort to answer before it ceased ringing, the dog opened his eyes an inch and watched her grabbing her home phone and murmur a sleepy "hello, Katy here." into the phone. A second passed, then another, and she was suddenly snapped all the way awake as if someone had tossed a bucket of cold water over her. She kicked the covers off her legs and got to her feet, grabbing her glasses off the bedside table, slipping them onto her face with a small, frustrated sound that turned to one of alarm, the bedspread catching on her foot and sending her sprawling to the floor once more. She stayed there as the subject being murmured to her over the phone finally hit her, and she gasped, as if someone had delivered a blow to her stomach.
"wait, what? what are you saying mama?" Katy fell silent as the sentence was repeated to her. It seemed her heart froze for a moment, then sped up as if someone had delivered a jolt of electricity to it. "n-no, he's alright. he's alright, right?" The words that came from her mouth were uttered in horror and fear. She stopped, the phone slipping from her fingers and landing on the wood floor with a soft thud, muffled by the bedspread still wrapped around her legs. A glance at the clock told her the time was nearly ten. She felt locked in.
Her fists curling in the bedspread, clenching and unclenching in a worried expression of emotion. Mickey, sensing the distress in his owner, leapt from the bed and padded over, rubbing his head against her cheek. The action was oddly comforting, as Katy lifted a hand and buried it in his silky fur, feeling the tears coming and determined to fight them off. Her teeth sunk painfully into her bottom lip and her eyes fluttered closed. "I'm going to go for a walk. Hold down the fort for me, Mick." She said softly, her voice broken even to her own ears. Mickey tilted his head and licked an escaped tear from her cheek, but he seemed to understand her words as he returned to his position on the bed. His eyes followed Katy as she struggled to her feet and finally managed to untangle the cover from her legs, reaching for her coat and hat, slipping them both on before leaving the room.
She had no idea what she was doing as she stepped outside, but she could feel the panic building. Some of it left as she felt the first blast of chilly air hit her cheeks, and sniffled as the tears in her eyes were dried by the breeze. Her path was aimless and had no direction at all, her head down on the sidewalk as she placed one foot in front of the other in an excruciating slowness. At the moment, she wasn't worried about being mugged or attacked. Correction, she didn't care.
Somehow, she ended up in front of Jace's house. When she first realized it, it was because she glanced up and saw a familiar pair of eyes looking at her from inside - Rosie's. She lifted a cold hand with a small smile and waved. Partially because she was freezing, and partially because she wanted the company of someone, she started up the path to his door. The thought that they may be asleep past through her mind, but only for a moment as she lifted a hand, curled into a fist, and knocked softly in case anyone was asleep. She felt the tears begin to sting her cheeks and quickly wiped them away before anyone, if anyone did, answered the door.
