Cassahra Stone

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Cassahra Rae Stone

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES
DECENT SIZED, HQ PICTURE OF CHARACTER HERE
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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Cassahra Rae Stone
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Cassa, Cass
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Chicago, Illinois
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
American
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
July 11th
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Fourteen
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
None
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
heterosexual, gay for pay
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
prostitution
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Three years.
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Dillan Alexander

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
-music
-singing
-being read to
-pot
-sex
-being held
-mothers
-vegetarians

WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
-silence.
-being alone
-pity
-cigarettes
-'I see.'
-father figures
-sirens
-Vice
-people who think prostitutes are items
-incest
-invasive kinks

WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
-silence
-her father
-being lost
-sight
-Melody being dead

WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
-to find someone who will not be bored of her
-to be able to support her 'family', Melody included
-to one day, get a chance at raising a child right

WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
you are not perfect
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
what do you look for in a partner
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
what do you not look for in a partner
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
at least 50 words please. If not, not really going to care
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
much like best but opposite
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
at least three hundred words.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
all right here!
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
all right here!
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
all right here!
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?

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all right here!
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
Warning: Violence and sexual themes. And a swear.
Once upon a time, Cassahra Stone was born to a normal (seventeen year old) mother and a normal (deadbeat) father, in Chicago. The mother's family felt bad enough to throw them rent every month, but Daddy had to work for food, and as soon as Mommy could, Mommy had to work for food, 'cause Daddy had to work for booze. Cassa sat in a crib and ate crackers and sometimes managed to crawl out and look around. She wished for a sister every Christmas, birthday, Saturday. Melody was two years younger than her, but they were immediately as close as twins. Cassahra rarely cried, but Melody cried every time Cassa left for school until she finally got to tag alone.

Sure, their dad was a drunk and their mother was losing it, but they didn't know that. They thought they were the perfectly normal family. Sometimes Mommy even gets them to play hide and seek and they go hide in a closet and cover their eyes, just like Mommy says, and pretend they can't hear Mommy screaming (sometimes Cassa plays by herself, while Melody cries).

One day, though, Cassahra brings Melody to the closet and remembers she left her school bag on the floor in the kitchen. Daddy hates that, oh Daddy hates that so much. So she creeps downstairs, only Mommy isn't screaming anymore, and she begins to gasp. There is red everywhere, and her head starts to spin. And then she sees, she sees Mommy, but Don't scream, love. Don't scream or the monsters will hear you' (that's why the monsters only get Melody, because Melody screams) so she doesn't scream, she runs and grabs her backpack and hides under the table, and there's the phone, sitting there, so she dials 911 like the teacher tells them to do when everything turns red. And she tells the nice lady that her Mommy's face and Daddy's bottle got in an argument and Mommy lost. The sirens echo through her ears, and she smiles, because sirens mean Mommy will be okay. Because sirens help-

But Daddy is faster than the sirens, and he yanks the phone out of her trembling hands with a crack, and she starts to cry Don't scream don't scream don't scream but the monster's already found her, so what does it matter? don't scream don't scream don't look up.

The bottle digs deep into her shoulder. She screams, and the tears obscure the last thing she'll ever see, as she looks up at Daddy's angry face, and the broken bottle catches the light.

Huh. That's pretty.

She doesn't remember much after that. But when she wakes up, Mommy is gone (really gone) and Daddy is running away and he took Melody (that bastard, he took her Melody). And Cassahra is passed around to many families, but they are all the same because she can't see them, and they don't try to see her. Some sound like pity, others just sound disgusted. She can't do much of anything, at first, but slowly, touch creates a picture in her mind. And music... when she is singing, people stop, and she swears she can almost see.

One family gives her a pair of sunglasses. "If you don't take these off, people won't feel sick to look at you." She even sleeps with them on. This is the same family that say there is no point in her going to school. The doctors use words like dyslexic and no one even bothers to try and teach her what all the bumps mean, after a few useless lessons. Other words, like 'savant' and 'high maintnence' are also thrown around. But Cassa just knows she sees the world differently. Like music instead of pictures. So she doesn't mind.

When she's eleven, the monster comes for her. It is a new Daddy, a new monster, and she doesn't scream. But she does tell new Mommy. New Mommy just goes very still, and presses a bill into her hands, telling her to get out. She's eleven years old, by this point. She thinks.

She doesn't have anywhere to stay, and she can tell it's nice, because the things she hears people say aren't to be said in the sunlight. Also, she's freezing. She grips her lone bill tight, and is trying to think of something to do when a hand comes down on her shoulder.

"Lost, pretty lady?"

Cassa holds the bill out, and asks if it's enough for her to spend the night. There's a terrible silence where she can feel him smiling, and then his hand drops to brush her breast, and he says no, but surely they can work something out? And she's not stupid, she knows what he wants. She also knows that he will probably take it anyway, so why not just say yes? She nods, and he takes her home and teachers her that sometimes people like to hear you scream. He gives her some food, and introduces her to some friends. Cassa is surprised at how easy it is to become a working girl.

She knows she gets ripped off. If a customer notices she's blind, there will be a pause and a snicker. She may not be able to see, but she knows, she can just tell when people are lying. Or they don't pay at all, slipping away as she stands there with her hand outstretched, palm up. And if it's not them, it's the shopkeepers. But she scrapes by, and her scars hurt less and less, and she can still sing, so life isn't terrible. Anyways, she knows she's good at this. She can turn strong men into trembling children, and that's something. As long as they follow the rules (though they rarely do, and she starves when they don't, because too many bruises means not enough customers, and she doesn't dare go to the hospital), she almost likes her job.

When she is twelve, or thereabouts (again, she's just guessing), she wanders into an alley she doesn't know. Multiple footsteps move around her, and she tenses, knowing she's surrounded. She puts on her work voice, and asks if isn't there some way they can do this the civil way? Nope. Though they do toss a few bills at her after they're done, laughing and telling her to buy something nice. A new voice clears it's throat, and her savior suggests that maybe they owe her a bit more than that. She guesses this new voice has a gun, because the next thing she knows, he's handing her the biggest wad of bills she's ever felt, and asking her if she needs to go to a hospital.

With Kiyoshi helping her out, Cassa thrives. Between his scamming and her sex, they almost always can make rent. Kiyoshi comes with her at night, and she doesn't get ripped off anymore. Some days, she can even afford to just find a street and sing for change, which makes her feel like she's glowing. This is how she meets Magnus, her stripper boyfriend who is the only person she's ever met who treats her exactly the same once he pulls off her sunglasses. He makes her feel precious and strong. They're like the most messed up family unit in existence, but none of them give a shit, because it works.

Until one day, Cassa gets caught. Dragged in before she can protest, left to be told her rights by a scary voice, asked to take off her sunglasses, growled at when she refuses. When they are ripped off of her face, the whole room goes silent, and Cassa, for the first time in a very long time, wants to die, just a little bit. Kiyoshi comes, but he's no hero, his a villain like she is.

Lucky her, they say. She is bad, but also broken, and so there will be no jail for her. Just [/size].

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!

NAME/ALIAS
Maya! But you can call me whatever you please.
AGE
Sixteen
GENDER
Female
EXPERIENCE
Four, now?
CONTACT INFO
Ah... I believe the admins have my msn, if needed. PM is great, for others.
TIME ZONE
Pacific
RULE PHRASE
Sanoporn[/size]

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @
caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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