Post by xainsworth on Oct 25, 2010 23:57:35 GMT -5
EVAN ● OLIVIA ● PIERCE.
ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES, 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?
Evan Olivia Pierce.
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Ev, only.
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
London, England.
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
British.
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
August 28, 1994.
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Sixteen.
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Born & raised under the protestant Church Of England, currently conforming to agnostic.
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Heterosexual.
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
DUI, Possession of controlled substances (Cocaine, Weed), Assault of an officer.
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Four years.
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Kaya Scodelario.
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
• Playing with boys.
• Music.
• Intellectual people.
• Alcohol.
• Weed.
• Cigarettes.
• Cocaine.
• Being alone.
• Walking.
• Spontaneity.
• Dancing.
• Food.
• Sex.
• Her older brother, Ryan.
• Red.
• Drawing.
• Ice Cream.
• Fall.
• Traveling on airplanes.
• Shrooms.
• Fireworks.
• Cliff diving.
• Cold weather.
• Flowers.
• German Cars.
• Movies.
• Writing.
• Ripping stockings.
• Photography.
• Sex.
• Pink.
• Purple.
• Football (yes, I mean soccer).
• Bread & Butter.
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
• Most girls.
• Liars.
• Ignorant people.
• People who act like they're royalty.
• Hot.
• Shoes.
• Loud girls.
• Mondays.
• Drama.
• Germs.
• Dogs.
• Cigarettes.
• Smelly people.
• Purple.
• Pink.
• Chocolate.
• The word moist.
• Heroine.
• Lazy people.
• Pushovers.
• Rules.
• Cheesecake.
• German Accents.
• Regular Milk.
• Her mother & father.
• America.
• Fish.
• Hot weather.
• Green.
• Yellow.
• Coffee.
• Baseball.
• Running.
• People who talk to much.
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
• Evan's first and foremost fear, is someone breaking in through her unbreakable walls that she's built around herself. She's afraid of getting her heart broken, in many ways. Though intimate relationships, friendships, or just a family relationship. She's so afraid to trust, anyone for the fact that they might hurt her.
• Second, Evan is afraid of Spiders... more than anything in the World, she hates spiders. It's the only thing that can bring her to tears, if she has to suffer being around them for long.
• Thirdly, Evan fears loosing her control over her vices. Though, many believe she doesn't have control, she knows she has control. She believes one day, she could go to far, and end up killing herself or someone around her, and even if she doesn't show she's afraid... she's afraid.
• Fourth, talking. She's never felt the need or want to talk, for it scares her. She knows the secrets people share with words, because she's heard them fall from too many lips. She's afraid people will be able to read her whole existence within a couple of words.
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
• To be successful. Not in a profession, but in the succession of life. Evan believes she can do what she wants, and out live the rest of Society.
• To feel love, at least once... just for a moment.
• Grow weed for the masses.
• Open up her own liquor manufacturer.
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WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
• Her addictive personality. She finds herself struggling with addiction from addiction, not know how stop them from becoming addictions. It goes along with her fear of not being able to control them, for she knows one day, and addiction will go to far.
• Her non-trusting attitude. She doesn't trust a soul in the World. It's almost slim to none to gain her trust, and she's not very humble about it. She's rude when it comes to trust, and respect. For she feels no one is deserving of it. Not from her anyways.
• Temper. Her temper has always been a problem for her. A look, a slight look could set her off. She's always been a moody one, but recently has she been resorting to violence more and more, stating that people don't learn unless they get hit.
• Confidence. Yes, her confidence is a downfall. She doesn't talk much, but when she speaks, she comes off as sarcastic, bitchy, rude. Though, it gets her, her way... and people to listen and she gets a kick out of offending others, it's not what a sixteen year old girl should act like. And her confidence, isn't just through her very rare chance of words, it seeps through her walk, the way she stands, carries herself, the expressions upon her face. She truly and honestly, believes that "Everyone loves her."
• OCD/ADD/PARANOIA. Evan suffers from all three. OCD forcing her to count things constantly in her head, for every thing to be perfect. If it's not, you can expect a major and violent melt down. Her ADD is another thing that hinders her capability in life, she's constantly moving, constantly in need of doing something that occupies her. She's never been the type to just sit. She needs someone talking to her, entertaining her, even if she doesn't speak back. Paranoia has got to be her worst flaw, and due to her drug use it's gotten worse. Most of the time, Evan has it in her head that everyone is out to hurt her, to get her back for being such a rotten child to her mother while she was being born. She believes, deeply and truly that people are out there to serve her with her punch of Karma for everything she's ever done. Sooner or later, she knows someone is going to get her back.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
• Dark hair.
• Short hair.
• Intellectual.
• Toned.
• Funny.
• Spontaneous.
• Romantic.
• The ability to love her, even when she's a mess.
• Gentle hearts.
• Smiles.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
• Lies. If you lie about something small, you can lie about something big.
• Scandalous acts.
• Promiscuity.
• Know-It-Alls.
• Short.
• Blond/Blue eyes.
• Long hair.
• Gentle.
• Beards/Mustaches. I mean full on!
• Those who can see two girls at once.
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
Her last weekend in London. Evan couldn't bear to leave the city she'd grown to love so much, but of course, being forced too... she threw one last party. A party no one would forget, for years. Her parents empty house in just a few hours, had turned into the place to be. Kids everywhere. Somehow... the night turned the party into more than just a party. It was turned into a food fight, in which all the food left in the kitchen was taken out and used to splatter on the walls, people, floors, the ceilings. Evan had never seen so much food in her life, nor been so happy. She was surrounded by the things she loved most: Drugs, Alcohol, Music and a bunch of fucked up kids having a fucking grand time.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
A few kids, from her group back in London though it would be a randy idea to go camping. A few hours into camping, Evan had found herself what she'd been hoping to find. An abundance of shrooms. She picked them for hours, until she had about 300 to share with her friends. A few didn't want to do them, for a couple didn't particularly like Evan and her ways... but Evan did them with the others anyways. A few hours later, she began to go on her 'trip'. It wasn't a good 'trip' either. She'd gotten herself lost in the woods away from the others, only to find herself on the road. She was seeing things, little green men, and horses out of the blue. She could hear voices, and her whole life was flashing before her eyes. She thought she was going to die, if it weren't for a couple of cops that happened to be patrolling the area. They took her into custody, putting her in an insane asylum, feeling as though she was going to commit suicide. She spent 48 in a straight jacket.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
OBSERVANT: We all know the type. The ones that sits, and watches. But what are they watching? In Evan’s case, she’s watching almost everything. Anything that looks to be remotely interesting, she watches. She watches expressions, when people talk to her... in turn knowing when they’re lying to her. She also knows secrets that people try to keep out of the light. It’s not her fault, she’s got such a good eye. And she won’t be afraid to drop hints letting that person know she’s aware.
TEMPERAMENTAL: Evan can be violent, and she can be sweet. Mostly violent. She’s moody, irritable, and down-right bitchy at times. She can be confident, on top of the World one second and in shambles the next (not that she’d let anyone know, of course). She’s afraid of love, she’s afraid of people know who she really is, what she really feels, but she isn’t afraid of violence, or threats. She’s brave in that sense... But those who threaten, should always be aware: one word can make her fly off the handle, causing a World of Hell to those who are around her.
QUIET: Since she was young, Evan never felt the need or want to speak. Her mother had sent her to therapist after therapist to try and make her speak like a normal child, but Evan wouldn’t budge. To this day, she doesn’t budge. The only time Evan ever makes a comment on anything is on her own terms. Many people talk to her, but she won’t engage back. She hears them, but she doesn’t care to reply. She’s never really figured out why she doesn’t care to speak, either.
CONFIDENT: Being confident is something Evan is exceptionally good at. Though she’s very quiet, when she does speak, she makes sure it’s known. Saying things like “Everyone loves me.” Though she doesn’t feel confident, she still exudes it in everything she does. She’s never hesitant. She’s sarcastic when people are serious, never laughing at her own jokes for the fact that she knows she’s funny. Though, her confidence isn’t just limited to when she speaks. When she walks into a room, she has an attitude about her that says to people she’s the only one they should be looking at. Her head held high, almost as if she’s looking down on everyone, she keeps herself protected with her confidence. She’s not vulnerable that way.
PARANOID: Part of being temperamental, makes Evan paranoid. The two traits together, make her borderline psychotic. But in all truth, she is paranoid. She’s afraid of a lot of things. Of love, of people talking about her, people knowing that she isn’t all that confident and tough. Being paranoid makes it hard for her to trust anyone. Not that she would trust a soul in the World, even if she wasn’t paranoid. Not many get past her unbreakable walls of security, those who have... let her down, forcing her to build those walls higher, thicker and more indestructible.
LOYAL: Though she doesn’t trust anyone, that doesn’t mean others can’t trust her. Many feel as though they can share their problems with Evan for she doesn’t speak, or butt in with unneeded advice. Most dump their problems all over her, knowing she wouldn’t tell a soul. (Unless you crossed her - that’s a different story.) She’s loyal to ‘friends’ and she’s loyal to ‘family’ (just her brother). Most know her by the girl who knows a million secrets, - whether she observed them or was told them - secrets she’d take with her to her grave.
ARTISTIC: Doing her own thing in life, Evan found it easy to indulge in Art. In all forms of it. Dance, singing, acting, drawing, painting, playing instruments, you name it and Evan was attracted. Art had almost become her escape from her day to day addictions... but unfortunately an addict is too concerned with other things to find themselves playing the piano, composing award winning pieces. From time to time, she does find herself composing pieces of art to play upon the piano, drawing, and occasionally dancing. She’d always been an exceptional dancer.
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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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?
JANE PIERCE - 37 YEARS OF AGE - SECRETARY FOR A LAWYER IN HONOLULU, HAWAII. (CLOSET DRINKER)
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
JAMES PIERCE - 40 YEARS OF AGE - CEO OF BBC AMERICA, STATIONED IN HONOLULU HAWAII (CLOSET PSYCHOTIC/DRINKER)
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
RYAN JAMES PIERCE - 21 YEARS OF AGE - COLLEGE STUDENT IN HAWAII.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
Nope.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
Born in London, England to a happily married couple, the outlook of Evan’s life seemed normal. She would grow up with two loving parents, she would have lots of friends, do well in school. She would graduate with high honors, go onto College, only to graduate with some big time degree, a job that paid extremely well. She would marry her high school love, have at least five children, and grow to a ripe old age. She would live a happy, carefree life, that was expected for most people. But happy isn’t always what you get, is it?
Growing up, Evan’s parents had always favorite her older brother, Ryan. Evan on the other hand was perceived as a ‘bad egg’. The child that could never do right. The child that couldn’t even speak they were so useless. Though, Evan didn’t take her parents word for an answer. She strived her hardest at every thing she did, to wow them. She wanted them to recognize her for something. For once in her life she wanted the attention her brother got. She never did get this attention, though. To this day, she wonders, what she could have possibly done during her birth for her parents to hate her so much. Her brother didn’t understand what she had done either. He stood beside her, he defended her when her parents started in on her. He made it clear to her, that no matter what she did, he was going to be proud of her. Evan chose right then and there, she wouldn’t listen to her parents again. What did they know? She wasn’t a bad egg. She was smart, and she would be something big one day.
When Evan was ten her mother decided she wanted to move to America. Something the rest of the family, deeply protested. Why should they move to America, when England was the best country on Earth? It didn’t make sense. Ryan didn’t think anything wrong with her parents, after their father had denied her mother... but Evan noticed something wrong. They weren’t bickering anymore. Hell, they weren’t even speaking. Her mother was becoming abusive to her, more so than she had ever been. She smelt of alcohol, all the time. She was making stupid choices with other men. Her father, watched all of this, crying in the middle of the night, swearing he’d never love again. At this point, ten year old Evan had just enough of life so far to make judgments on it. Love didn’t exist, and neither did trust. Not even her own parents could love her. Not even her own parents could respect her. She turned to the outcast crowd, and in just a year she was running with the wrong people. She stuck with this crowd, drinking, doing drugs, getting in fights with others, until she was fifteen years old. At this point, her father gave into her mothers requests. He bought her and Evan a ticket to America - one way trip. He was sending them to Hawaii, the most beautiful place in America. Evan’s mother, Jane, was more than ecstatic to be leaving dreary old England for America, but having to bring Evan along with her, made her bitter about it.
Leaving her precious son, her precious addiction to alcohol and husband behind, Jane took her dreadful daughter to Hawaii with her. Though, Evan thought things would be better. She could start over. Get away from what she'd been doing. She could show her mother exactly what she had within herself, show her she wasn’t just a bad egg. Moving to a suburb in the East side of Honolulu, Evan pushed herself in her studies, cleaned the house each and every day, made sure to help with laundry and dinner. She was the perfect child, as perfect as she could get, until Ryan and her father, James, showed up one day, unexpectedly. Her mother was only too excited to show them the house, to show Ryan his room. Her father was only too excited to see her, muttering a simple “Hi, Evan.” Evan though, couldn’t be bothered with the maltreatment. Her best friend was here, and she expected he was going to stay for a very long time, due to the amount of bags he’d arrived with.
A week after their arrival, Evan began to notice a change in her mother. She was acting odd, like she had before they left England. Almost as though, she was drinking again. Finding empty whiskey bottle after whiskey bottle in the garage, Evan decided to bring this to her fathers attention. And just as she had expected her mother was drinking, yet again. Her father couldn’t handle this, she knew that. And maybe it was her reasoning, for showing him... she wanted him out of the house. She knew that with Ryan gone, as much as she loved him, she would have a chance at showing her mother the rest of what she could do. But that isn’t what happened. Her plan had failed. Her father began to be just as abusive as he was to her, to her mother. Once Jane found out Evan had ratted her out, her almost normal life took a turn for the worst. Her mother forced the eleven year old into the basement of their home, for a ‘rat’ should live in a basement, she’d said. Ryan didn’t agree, but there was nothing he could do about it. He visited his sister every day, trying to keep her spirits up... but it was no use.
The abuse towards her mother continued, and the abuse towards her only got worse. By the time she was sixteen, her brother had moved out of the house, leaving Evan all alone with her awful parents. But Evan had other plans. She was going to find a crowd that accepted her. At first, she didn’t know where she’d fit in... she was truly an outcast... Within weeks of being ‘social’ she had met a Senior who wanted to show her the life of partying. She obliged, forgetting her school work for a night and attended the party with him. Though, it wasn’t anything like the party she expected. It was loud, dark and every one was smoking. Smoking weed, cigarettes, snorting lines of cocaine. Before she could even protest to leaving, her new Senior friend shoved a joint in her hand. “Come on, try it! It’s amazing. You’ll feel so good.” He promised her. She didn’t want to go home, and she didn’t have anywhere else to go, so she did it anyways. In fact, she liked this party thing so much just as she had before in London, she began to hang out with this Senior guy more and more. He took her to many parties, got her drunk several times, got her high on a daily basis... Before she knew it, Evan was addicted. She’d talked to this Senior more than she had ever talked in her life, and she felt good. This was where she belonged. Who she was going to be. And nothing would stop her. Not even her brother.
Her parents didn’t really like the way she started acting, even if they were to busy fighting with each other to care. When she was around, it seemed like an all our brawl between the three of them. Evan for once in her life, not keeping her mouth shut. Talking back, showing her parents what a ‘bad egg’ looked like. After a while, she got tired of the fighting, and tired of the therapists they were making her visit. She flew under the radar, passing classes and going out not as often (though she was sneaking out under their noses, more than ever). After she graduated High School and was enrolled into College, Evan took it upon herself to be who she wanted to be. She was eighteen now, they couldn’t tell her anything. But things were soon to change, her mother would separate from her father, finally and move to Maui. Her father would keep the house in Honolulu and begin to drink his life away. He was worse than he’d ever been now. Verbally abusive, not afraid to be physical with her. But Evan didn’t care. She had fought all her life to be what they wanted her to be, and nothing would work. She would be who she wanted to be. No ifs, ands or buts about it. But things would soon change. Evan would make the biggest mistake of her life. She'd spend the next four years in Alaska, dwelling upon her choices. Trying to reform for the second time in her life.
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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/ALIASHIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!
Cassandra.
AGE
Nineteen.
GENDER
Female.
EXPERIENCE
Nine years. Since I was eleven! Long time. Too long.
CONTACT INFO
PM for MSN, or AIM.
TIME ZONE
Pacific!
RULE PHRASE
SANSPRON[/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! @CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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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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