Post by dakota on Jun 23, 2010 13:47:49 GMT -6
dakota loviise rebane ,
a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?
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[/font] and i've been roleplaying for i don't even know, a while? few years in which i was doing it seriously. xD[/font] years. i'm seventeen[/font] years old, and i found you through my site, cimarron high[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using victoria murder[/font] as a play-by. oh, and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know ! [/blockquote][/blockquote]` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?- - - - - my english is a piece of shit, i know. i was given the name dakota loviise rebane at birth, and no i don't fucking know why. what i did find recently is my name is state in the united states! fucking weird, huh? too many nicknames have i heard to remember, but there's been some of kota, kotabear, and kotie. you probably shouldn't use them, thanks.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - i've been eighteen years old for too fucking long. i was born on the american halloween, that's funny i think. is not a day dedicated to the devil or some shit? it's definitely fitting for me.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - i am a senior... somehow. i don't know what got me to this grade. i seriously hate going to school, which explains why i hardly fucking do. i don't get my dip... dipl... what the fuck is that called? i don't think i'm getting that thing you get at the year end.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - ... i'm from estonia. you know, that tiny little country that used to be controlled by the soviet union? no, you don't know? yea. i didn't fucking think so. estonia was cold and shitty and i will never go back to that fucking place.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - why do you want to know what i like to fuck?! uhh, i only like dude's, have i to say. how is some chick going to... to.... do anything for me?
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - i... draw? i've always liked to draw, since i was teensy tiny. mostly shit ass doodles, though. then i got older and saw the world of tattooing. that's going to be new favorite past time. well, it already is. i even taught stasia how. i do drugs like it's honestly no bodies business, that's how it goes, right? no bodies business? OKAY FUCK, stasia is going to write the rest of this for me so the english is better, jaa. i do drugs every single day, because i have to. i drink a whole lot. i don't do really much of anything else, other than be a bitch(that's not true, love stasia.) and... that's about it. draw, drugs, drink, 'be a bitch'.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - uhh, i enjoy pain, as you can tell i'm not 'sunshine and butterflies', haaa. i like piercings and tattoos, a lot. i like to change my hair constantly, even though it usually goes back to being blond. i like my twin sister, stasia(so... maybe dakota didn't say that one.) i like nighttime much more than the day. i like candles and incense. i like to be alone, very often, and in my room. i super fucking like drugs, especially ketamine and coke. i like sleeping. i like guys, obviously. i don't exactly like parties, but i'm more often than not seen at them.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - i fucking hate my parents, more than probably anything. i don't much like estonian anymore. i don't really like sunlight, the daytime, or tans. i can't stand when people try to dictate me or tell me how my life should be. i don't like emotional pain. i don't really fucking like emotions at all. i don't like teachers. i don't like really any adults. i hate the police. i hate everyone that worked at the asylum. i hate doctors. i hate councilors. and i kind of hate my life(that made me sad to write.).
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - uhm, i want to hopefully be a tattoo artist, probably working along side stasia. but, i doubt i'll really get there. i'm not working all that fucking hard in school. i guess i'd just like to graduate and see where to go from there. hopefully avoid getting sent away again, though i can't help but feel like that's my fate.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - okay, this is something people probably don't know, but i'm terrified of my dad. i'm not going to go into detail, especially not with stasia here(believe me, i already know all this.), but i'm petrified. i'm also scared of getting sent away again, just because i can't bare to be separated from stasia again.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - i... fucking hell. this is a fucking stupid question. (i'm very disappointed she's being made talk about this.) i'm not into commitment, at all. i actually fucking despise relationships in general. i'd rather fuck someone and never see them again. love isn't even real. i'm 'single' and will stay that way. forever. i don't have 'past relationships', so fuck off.
` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.- - - - - (first of all, you're lucky i'm reading this and she did not see you called her parents 'extravagant'.) first of all, i killed my mother. second of all, my father is in jail in estonia. i wish i'd killed him, too. i honestly couldn't tell you how old either of them are or would be, or their jobs because well - they don't fucking have any.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - i have a twin sister and that is it. her name is stasia pipa and she's beautiful. she's eighteen and i adore her with everything in me. she's jobless and a senior, just like me. great times.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - uhm, i had a sugar glider a month ago. but... the funny thing is, you're supposed to buy them in pairs. wanna know why? your sugar glider can die of loneliness. isn't that... like... heart wrenching? i don't know, it just really fucking freaked me out. i honestly didn't leave my room for about three weeks after that. i have two baby pitbulls now, though. kora and mitzi. and they're little bitches, i love it.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - uhm, i guess this is a joint kind of thing. first of all, i attacked my parents. with a knife. stabbed my ma to death and tried to do the same with my father, though he fucking got away. i was institutionalized until about... five months ago. then i was put into a group home for two months, then shipped here. sweet, right? not. why did i do it? they were abusing me since the age of five, my father raped and molested me one too many fucking times.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is hayley<3
Sitting and waiting for Pacey was literally not an option anymore. The computer was annoying the piss out of her, but sitting around wasn't working either. She was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, this particular little idea had never really crossed her mind. Pacey, moving into her house, ever. She wasn't thinking about all the horrible possibilities of it, either. Just the mere fact that Pacey, her incredibly beautiful best friend, was moving into a room in her house which meant she could just run to see him in two seconds rather than half an hour. Attempting to sit on her bed she got even more antsy thinking about it, and in a half attempt to calm herself she grabbed a blunt and lit up. Weed was calming enough, right? Mid-drag her phone started ringing, though, that stupid 'me so horny' song piercing the half-silence in her room. It scared the absolute shit out of her, which was obvious enough when she practically threw the joint into the air and started hacking up her lung, digging around on her bed for wherever the fucking devil phone was. The screen read Pacey and immediately her heart fluttered a tiny bit. To most girls, that'd probably be a sure fire sign that they had a puppy crush on whoever caused that, to her, she simply assumed she was dying. Literally dying.
Clicking answer she put the phone to her ear, not even being able to get out the word 'hello' before being scared shitless for the second time in the past ten minutes. And then, he hung up. "What.. the fuck." Kota mumbled, just then remembering the joint that had been tossed in the air. Scurrying around she looked for it, finally realizing it was on the floor under her chair. She nearly dove for it, grabbing it and the lighter from on her comforter and lighting up again, now seated on the floor. It wasn't until mid-drag, once again, that she realized exactly what Pacey had yelled on the phone. "Oh my god... PACEY!" Sadly, she literally screamed the last part, probably loud enough fro him to hear all the way from her front door. Sprinting, somehow in the damn boots she was wearing, she flew out of her room and down the hall. Then, practically falling, all the way down the stairs. Tripping, she almost fell at the bottom, but caught herself on a side table which ended up falling over with a loud crash. Shrugging she just stepped over it, running over to the door and tearing it open. She was about to tackle Pacey in a death like hug when she noticed the boxes. "OH MY FUCKING GOD, COME IN, COME IN, COME IN!" She yelled, snatching the cigarette from his mouth and putting it up to her own. Taking a long drag she stepped back from the door, attempting to tug down the hem of her nearly miniscule corsetted top.
Honestly, she shouldn't bother wearing clothes. At this rate, her entire stomach was practically showing, her boobs were pretty much hanging out, and her black and white striped underwear was showing enough that it was well known to the world she was currently wearing a thong. Did she care? Not really. She goes out in public like that, why would she care right now? Calling her a whore would quite possibly be an understatement. Taking the cigarette away from her mouth she exhaled the smoke, replacing it with the blunt and flicking the lighter at the end of it before taking a long drag. "Kay, let's go find you a room, mister." She spoke completely raspy, attempting to hold the smoke in her lungs. Ruffling her blonde hair she headed over to the stairs, stepping over the side table she'd knocked over and not bothering to tell Pacey it was there. Up the stairs she began to walk, before pausing and looking back at Pacey. "Don't stare at my ass when I go up the stairs." Kota stated sternly, shaking her finger at him. Giggling afterward she turned to face forward again, practically shaking as she walked and nearly missing the steps at the slightly slow pace. She was way too cracked out and high at the moment, it was actually pretty terrible. And a shock that she didn't rape Pacey in the doorway. At the moment, he was looking pretty damn fucking fine. But, she wasn't supposed to rape her best friend, was she?
Kota wasn't quite sure where their relationship stood, and she usually avoided thinking about things like that. He was honestly the weirdest person in her life at the moment, only because he really made her think and that sort of freaked her out. She knew he was her best friend, that was for sure, and she knew she'd probably die if she lost him any time soon, but she wasn't sure about anything else. One thing was for sure, she was fucking clueless as to when he crossed over in her mind from the guy she was planning on fucking to the guy she never wanted to lose.
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