Skye Anderson -DONE-

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Skye Paige Anderson

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Skye Paige Anderson
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Skye, Paige, Smokey
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Moscow, Russia
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
Russian
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
December 8th
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Eighteen
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Unknown.
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Heterosexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Drug Dealing
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
2 years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Carlaya Yeux

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?
Marijuana
Coke
Alcohol
Hugs
Dreads
Horses
Horror Films
Joints
Bowls
Cats
Photography
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
Straight Edge Kids
Dumb people
Preps, popular kids
Scene kids
Emo kids
Downers.
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
Spiders.
The dark.
Loosing her virginity to the wrong guy. (Yes, she is probably the only virgin here. X'D)
Dying of an overdose.
Having a bad trip.
-Serial Killers or any murderers in general.
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
Get out of here.
Smoke some weed till I die.
Prove that war isn't necessary.
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
Loud
Jumpy
Drug Problem.
Doesn't think before acting.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
-Dreads
-Tats.
-Piercings
-Tall boys
-Skinny as hell boys
-Pot-heads.
-For some reason....cowboys. Mmmm, love me some bull riders.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
Fat
Straight Edge
Emo
Quiet
Short
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
When I left Russia. I just remember walking into that Middle School, everyone flooding me due to my accent. I made many friends in a short amount of time. Most of em' partiers. My first bowl hit. That's another one. Or my first acid trip. I saw fucking unicorns shitting rainbows.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
Living in Russia with my Dad, I went down to the basement, which was off limits too me. I saw why. Lets just say, I found out who the serial killer in my area was. :/ I called 911, the police waiting with me in the living room till my father got home. :/ He was arrested and sentenced to life.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
I am one hella peace loving fool! I love me some weed, I love me some LSD, I love me some coke. :D I also used to horseback ride in Russia, until my mother went missing. My father wouldn't pay for it. So I had to stop at the age of sixteen. I was really good at it too. I miss it.

I am very loud, obnoxious. I am easily hurt and I never really say mean things. I don't believe in that, unless it is needed. It never is, they are just bullies :[ I got my street cred though, people were nice to me because I had every drug in the book, you name it.

I guess I really don't like talking about my old family. My new one is normal. Yet, they may not let me back in there home. I am eighteen now, I suppose I actually have to get a real job now. Fuck. It.

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?
Paige Tappen Anderson/45/Deceased
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Charles Anderson/50/In jail.
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
Nope.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?

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Just my adoptive parents, I guess.

Justin Weagle and Mary Weagle.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
I was born in Russia. My mother was the most beautiful woman growing up, my father was a very handsome man. We lived in a well to do neighborhood all my life. It was a very big, nice house.

I always got great grades, never got into trouble. I was a straight A student, never touched a beer or a cigarette in my life. I could also speak fluent English, for I was planning on going to visit the United States for half my Senior year. We had the money for it.

When I was sixteen, pushing seventeen, my mother went missing. As well as many other females in the area. It was horrible, we knew that most of the poor woman would probably be dead. My mother, I knew she was dead. My father seemed nonchalant about it, but he was concerned for me and my happiness.

I came home early one day from horseback riding, only to find my father had not been home, I found this rather surprising. I walked down to the basement, knowing my father never told me to go down there. Curiosity got the best of me, I wish it didn't. I opened the door and the worst smell ever arose from the stairs. Death, decay...I remember I had to cover my mouth and nose.

I walked down, expecting to see a few dead rodents, for it happened quite often when I was younger. I saw some dead things alright. Them dead girls, including my momma! I screamed and puked all over the floor, I just couldn't control anything.

When I finally had a chance to run, I finally got my ass back up the stairs and called the police. The police came, investigated and took me to the police center so I was out of danger. My father was arrested that night when he arrived home form working late.

I was put into a foster home. I hated it, I really did. I got adopted by a nice American family, the Weagle Family. I was great for the first couple months, so they decided to adopt me. I suppose after that was taken off my shoulders, I got in with the wrong crowd. When I first moved to the United States, I moved to California. A huge stoner state, apparently. So after a few months of not having friends, I finally found some with a bad crowd. I was the only peaceful one out of everyone, a 'Head' as they called me.

I smoked weed, I drank. It was simple at first. Then I got into cocaine. Then acid. Shrooms. My grades started to slip, my overall look started to change. My adoptive parents were very worried for me. I later started to sell weed, coke and LSD. I grew my own weed. It was fucking kush as fuck.

I was a legend in my school when it came to how to go for...for drugs. I got caught, quite frankly. They searched my house and found everything. It was completely embarrassing, humiliating. Now, here I am, a fucking hippie in a Detention place. I'm fucking scared shitless, man. [/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
Maddie.
AGE
Eighteen.
GENDER
Female
EXPERIENCE
Mannnyyy
CONTACT INFO
AIM - Makotokozuka
MSN- [e-mail]
TIME ZONE
mountain? pacific?? etc.
RULE PHRASE
in the rules duhhhh![/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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[Sano Kemosiri Dyrovaske]

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The "Tell me about yourself" section needs to be at least 300 words, darlin'.