Post by maisie laeh cree on Jun 12, 2010 22:17:30 GMT -6
maisie laeh cree
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 role playing for too many[/font] years. i'm sixteen[/font] years old, and i found you through an advert on a different site i'm on[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using becca louise[/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 name is Maisie Laeh Cree. I guess I've never really be one to care too much about names. I mean, it's just a name. It doesn't define you or make you any greater or less, does it?
Maisie is just a simple name. There's nothing special about it, really. A lot of people tend to shorten it to just "Maise" or something similar, but there aren't too many nicknames you can get from it.
Laeh is the word heal spelled backward. After my dad was out of the picture my mom just needed to heal. She had me and I guess she thought I could somehow help her. No pressure, eh?
After the shooting things kind of changed. My last name used to just be a last name. Now it's my diagnosis. Having the same last name as the shooter has caused many worried looks sent in my direction. I guess having the same last name must mean I'm the same person. To say the least, it makes me angry. They don't know me and they didn't know my brother.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - I was born on April 20th, sixteen years ago. My mother already had a son who was two years old and my father was out of the picture before I was in it. A few times over my life time he dropped back in, along with various other men. He wasn't a very nice fellow. His breath always wreaked of alcohol, cigarettes, and whatever other substances he could get his hands on. My mother was never the smartest woman and I guess she was afraid to be alone, which is why she let him come back every time even though he always just made things worse.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - I'm a junior at this hell hole and hate every minute of it. School was always bad but now after the whole shooting incident things have been worse. I'm known as Jack's sister, the shooter's sister, that Cree girl, and many other judgmental things. People avoid me in the hallways and I've been called to the office multiple times to talk to the school counselor. I guess they expect me to pull out a gun and finish off Jack's 'master plan' as soon as I have the chance.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - I was born right here in California. We moved many times growing up since mom never had much money. She kind of just moved in with whatever man needed some company, bringing Jack and I along with the promise that we wouldn't get in the way of these strange men. A few times dad would come back to the state and track as down. Mom and him would have a fight, Jack would drag me to some closet to hide while items were thrown and things were shouted, and then we'd be dragged away from our 'home' to go live somewhere with dad again until he once again got up and left without warning. Then mom would once again have to pack our things and find someone else to stay with.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - I've never really been one to get into relationships. If you think about it, almost every high school relationship fails and is a complete waste of time and effort. Hell, most adult relationships fail too. But that's not really the question, is it? If you're asking me what sex I'm attracted too I'd have to say males, hands down. I get along with them much better since most girls are just extremely bitchy and annoying and they usually don't expect as much from you.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - Well, I kind of like to just sit down and forget whatever bullshit is going on. The best way to do that is to pull out some drugs or alcohol, intoxicate my mind and have a good time. Watching movies and jamming to music is pretty relaxing to do also. Uh... I guess I like looking at stars? You can call me a nerd if you'd like, but really, have you ever laid outside at night and just stared up there? It's nice...
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - Well, like previously said I like watching movies, listening to music and watching stars. I've always been more of a night person then a day person. And well, I said I like to be intoxicated so that includes alcohol and drugs. Cigarettes are perfect when I need to relax a bit, but don't have the time to go smoke up, shoot up, etc. I enjoy simple things like crayons, sharpies, sticky notes/post-it notes, etc. I've always been one to kind of like violence... ? Weird, I know, but it's just who I am. I've been in a few fist fights over my time and I simply love it. It kind of just gives me a rush and makes me feel alive and ready to take on the world.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - I fucking hate judgmental people. I'd tell them all to go die but then they'd run away screaming 'She's going to shoot me!'. Seriously, I kind of wish I could just kill them all but I'd never be able to live with the guilt, which is another thing I hate. Hmmm... some others... Uhh... Oh fuck, I hate headaches, like absolutely can't stand them. I don't like vomiting or seeing other people vomit, it makes me feel sick or sicker. I don't like my dad. I don't like that my mom's insane. I really don't like much about myself, but I also hate people who seem to have no confidence or self esteem so I try to stick up for myself. Umm, eggs taste like ass. They smell really badly too and I hate things that smell bad. Umm, I don't like talking about myself so I hate filling this information out. Done? Kthanks.
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - I don't really have too many specific plans. Really, I just want to move on and get my life going on the right track. I want to eventually cut back on the drugs, alcohol and cigarettes... they're just slowing my down. I want to get the fuck away from my dad, but at the same time make sure my mom's okay. But most of all I want to be seen as my own person and not just 'the shooter's sister'. I want to be Maisie Laeh Cree, whoever that is. I want to heal.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - I'm afraid of myself, but I'm not about to let anyone know. I'm afraid of my dad too but fuck him, I'm going to continue to act like he doesn't scare me. I'm afraid of the dark sometimes and being alone... I'm afraid of going crazy... I'm afraid that people are going to find out my fears and use them against me so I try my best to hide them.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - Aww hell naww. Like I said, relationships just about always fail. I'm not about to go out and look for one. I guess if some guy came along... Hell, who am I kidding, it'd still probably be a no. I also don't really like the whole 'sleeping around' thing but that doesn't mean I won't if I feel like it. I just don't find it a top priority.
` 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.- - - - - There isn't too much to say. My mom is thirty-four and my dad is... I'm not even sure, but he's quite a bit older. They never really had a stable relationship with each other and I never really had a stable relationship with them. My dad's gone a lot, I'm not even sure where, but I don't mind. In fact, I like it much better when he's gone, causes less injury and damage to my mother and I then.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - My brother Jack was two years older then me, but he failed a grade so he was only a year above me in high school. I think he was failing his junior year too so he would've ended up being in the same class as me. He was my best friend as a kid and I guess he was in high school too. I knew he wasn't okay but I didn't think he'd bring things as far as he did. I guess I'm just sorry I didn't get him the help he needed when I had the chance to. Don't get me wrong, I tried a few times but I guess I could've been more persistant...
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - Umm... my mom has a dog? I'm not even sure where she got it but it's basically her best friend who she always talks to. He's annoying as hell and is always getting in my way but it would break my mom's heart if I got rid of him so I just try to ignore him.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - Well, my whole family is kind of insane. My mom hears voices and sometimes just sits there and talks to herself. My dad has severe anger issues and wants to control the world. My brother... well, he brought a gun to school and killed five people and then killed himself... Me? Well, I've always been considered the 'normal' one. People are kind of scared of me now since I'm associated with my brother so I've been sent to counselors and such but they all say there's nothing to worry about and that I'm still 'normal'. The problem is, I think all of this shit is getting to me. What if I'm not normal? What if I'm just bottling it all up and one more little thing could set me off? I guess what I'm saying is that my biggest secret is that I'm scared of myself. I'm scared that I'm not going to be able to take it anymore. I'm scared that I really am the next Cree to lose it.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is sketch
Eyebrows slightly furrowed and mouth set in a straight line, Ransom partially glared down at the stack of papers and files in front of him. His desk was a jumbled up mess, like usual, and he was running late, like usual. He should have already looked over this file the night before, but of course, he didn't. Ransom was a bit of a slacker when it came to do doing... well, anything, really. If he weren’t so highly recommended he probably would've already lost his job because in all honesty, he had an odd way of going about things. While most school counselors are sweet and kind towards their "patients" and always in order, Ransom was the exact opposite. He was disorganized, impatient and sometimes just down right rude. His office was a cluttered mess and the man's appearance itself was also messy quite often. Sure, he followed the school staff's dress code of semi-formal clothing such as a button-up shirt, tie, and suit pants but his tie was often very loose around his neck and his shirt only ever managed to stay half tucked in. At the moment his tie wasn't even tied and was just draped loosely around his neck, it was obvious he hadn't shaved in a couple of days and his hair was disheveled to the point of being considered "bed head". Looking at him you'd think he was some bum who had managed to steal some fancy clothes... or you'd just think he was someone you wanted to fuck right there and then. But hey, no matter how much of a mess the man was, he really did know what he was doing when it came to psychology. He just had an usual way of proving it.
He didn't so much as glance up as Lexi opened the door. Was he too focused in her file he had just pulled out to read? No, not at all. In fact his mind was completely elsewhere and he was just staring at the paper, perfectly aware that the girl he was supposed to be expecting was now here. He began to focus on the paper, reading some quick information about why she was here. His hand fiddled with his coffee mug as he continued to stare at the paper, slowly turning the slightly cylinder-shaped, ceramic object around and around. By now the black coffee was cold and probably tasted like ass but still, he slowly lifted the mug and took a sip.
The girl began to speak and he gave a slight now of his head. After she rambled slightly at the end of a sentence he glanced up at her. "East Coast, correct?" The question seemed much more like a casual statement then a question that needed to be answered. He gestured toward the chair on the opposite side of his desk, once again staring down at the papers. "Go ahead and take a seat. I just need to finish looking over your file," he explained, a slight mutter in his voice. He managed to re-read her name a few times, each time getting preoccupied with other thoughts and beginning to read the paper again, before he remembered the condition he had left the student chair in. He glanced up from the paper again and looked at the chair he had just gestured to. It was covered in binders and papers. With an annoyed sigh he stood up, leaning over the desk and gripping the backrest of the other chair. With a pull back of his arm he managed to tip the chair forward, causing the binders and papers to crash to the floor. Releasing the chair, he listened to it fall back onto all fours and then sat himself back down in his own chair. "I'd say I was sorry for the mess in here, but I'd be lying," he mumbled, looking back down at her file.
He didn't so much as glance up as Lexi opened the door. Was he too focused in her file he had just pulled out to read? No, not at all. In fact his mind was completely elsewhere and he was just staring at the paper, perfectly aware that the girl he was supposed to be expecting was now here. He began to focus on the paper, reading some quick information about why she was here. His hand fiddled with his coffee mug as he continued to stare at the paper, slowly turning the slightly cylinder-shaped, ceramic object around and around. By now the black coffee was cold and probably tasted like ass but still, he slowly lifted the mug and took a sip.
The girl began to speak and he gave a slight now of his head. After she rambled slightly at the end of a sentence he glanced up at her. "East Coast, correct?" The question seemed much more like a casual statement then a question that needed to be answered. He gestured toward the chair on the opposite side of his desk, once again staring down at the papers. "Go ahead and take a seat. I just need to finish looking over your file," he explained, a slight mutter in his voice. He managed to re-read her name a few times, each time getting preoccupied with other thoughts and beginning to read the paper again, before he remembered the condition he had left the student chair in. He glanced up from the paper again and looked at the chair he had just gestured to. It was covered in binders and papers. With an annoyed sigh he stood up, leaning over the desk and gripping the backrest of the other chair. With a pull back of his arm he managed to tip the chair forward, causing the binders and papers to crash to the floor. Releasing the chair, he listened to it fall back onto all fours and then sat himself back down in his own chair. "I'd say I was sorry for the mess in here, but I'd be lying," he mumbled, looking back down at her file.
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