Post by paranoid212 on Jun 5, 2006 19:45:07 GMT -5
Okay, so I was wondering if you could tell me what you think of one of my more recent introductions for my character Alannah.
It's for a high school roleplay.
It was about eleven years ago that she was taken. She could barely remember him. She could barely remember her. All she knew about them was that they were her parents, they hated her, and they hit her. At the time she though it was normal. She thought all children got punished this way. She was wrong. Of course, what five year old is right? She also remembered a boy. About her age. Maybe a year or two older.
A brother? A friend? A cousin? She didn't know. She only knew that he stood up for her. If they threatened her, he would speak up. It usually only made things worse. They both got hit. Not just her. She remembered his name was Phil. He disappeared about a year before she was taken away.
Her father was a drunk and a drug addict. He came home grunk at least three times, if not more, a week. Some nights he would come home high. He did many drugs, heroin, marijuana, cocain, and a couple others. He always kept a stash of at least one drug in his room. The refridgerator usually didn't have much food. It usually held beer. When it did hold food, they refused to give her much, if any at all.
Her mother did drugs also. She didn't drink as much as he did. She didn't have a real jod either. She worked on the streets. She was what you could call a prostitute, a hooker. All she did for money was have sex with men. Occasionally other stuff too. She made good money off it, but spent it on drugs or food. See, they didn't buy food for in the house very often. They usually ate out or ate at a friend's house.
Alannah's parents never spoke much about or to her. They were too wrapped up in their own lives. After Phil disapperedthe beatings got worse. She was beat for many reasons. If she breathed too loud, if she stole food, if she made any noise at night.
When Alannah turned five she found a friend named Amethyst. Amethyst was about nine years old. She saw the cuts and bruises and told her mom that Alannah was being beaten by her parents. Amethyst's mom believed her and told her to sneak out the next night and get Alannah.
One night at about midnight while Alannah's parents were in bed Amethyst tapped on the window of Alannah's room. Alanna opened the window and was told to follow Amethyst. They quietly headed to Amethyst's house where her mom was waiting. She looked at Alannah's buises and cuts and asked questions.
Who did this? When did they do this? Why? All these and many more were asked. When Alannah told her that her parents really had done this Alannah was told to go back home and that everything would be alright.
The next morning a social worker arrived and talked to Alannah and her alcoholic parents. Later that aternoon Alannah was taken from her parents. Her house. Her home.
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"Alannah, honey, time to get up." said a voice. She opened her eyes to see her foster mother, Lindsy, standing at the door. She flicked on the light switch.
"It's to early!" Alannah said putting her pillow over her head. She peeked under the pillow at the clock.
Five forty five!
"Come on Alannah. Don't be difficult." Lindsy said walking over to her. She pulled the pillow off Alannah's head and the blankets off her body.
"Okay! I'm up!" Alannah said standing up. Her shoulder length, thin, light brown hair was messy. Her blue eyes tired. She was wearing a pair of pink cheering shorts and a long Insane Clown Posse t-shirt that her ex-boyfriend gave her.
Weighing only one hundred and fifteen pounds she stood at about five feet five inches. She was a cheer leader and proud of it.
It's for a high school roleplay.
It was about eleven years ago that she was taken. She could barely remember him. She could barely remember her. All she knew about them was that they were her parents, they hated her, and they hit her. At the time she though it was normal. She thought all children got punished this way. She was wrong. Of course, what five year old is right? She also remembered a boy. About her age. Maybe a year or two older.
A brother? A friend? A cousin? She didn't know. She only knew that he stood up for her. If they threatened her, he would speak up. It usually only made things worse. They both got hit. Not just her. She remembered his name was Phil. He disappeared about a year before she was taken away.
Her father was a drunk and a drug addict. He came home grunk at least three times, if not more, a week. Some nights he would come home high. He did many drugs, heroin, marijuana, cocain, and a couple others. He always kept a stash of at least one drug in his room. The refridgerator usually didn't have much food. It usually held beer. When it did hold food, they refused to give her much, if any at all.
Her mother did drugs also. She didn't drink as much as he did. She didn't have a real jod either. She worked on the streets. She was what you could call a prostitute, a hooker. All she did for money was have sex with men. Occasionally other stuff too. She made good money off it, but spent it on drugs or food. See, they didn't buy food for in the house very often. They usually ate out or ate at a friend's house.
Alannah's parents never spoke much about or to her. They were too wrapped up in their own lives. After Phil disapperedthe beatings got worse. She was beat for many reasons. If she breathed too loud, if she stole food, if she made any noise at night.
When Alannah turned five she found a friend named Amethyst. Amethyst was about nine years old. She saw the cuts and bruises and told her mom that Alannah was being beaten by her parents. Amethyst's mom believed her and told her to sneak out the next night and get Alannah.
One night at about midnight while Alannah's parents were in bed Amethyst tapped on the window of Alannah's room. Alanna opened the window and was told to follow Amethyst. They quietly headed to Amethyst's house where her mom was waiting. She looked at Alannah's buises and cuts and asked questions.
Who did this? When did they do this? Why? All these and many more were asked. When Alannah told her that her parents really had done this Alannah was told to go back home and that everything would be alright.
The next morning a social worker arrived and talked to Alannah and her alcoholic parents. Later that aternoon Alannah was taken from her parents. Her house. Her home.
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"Alannah, honey, time to get up." said a voice. She opened her eyes to see her foster mother, Lindsy, standing at the door. She flicked on the light switch.
"It's to early!" Alannah said putting her pillow over her head. She peeked under the pillow at the clock.
Five forty five!
"Come on Alannah. Don't be difficult." Lindsy said walking over to her. She pulled the pillow off Alannah's head and the blankets off her body.
"Okay! I'm up!" Alannah said standing up. Her shoulder length, thin, light brown hair was messy. Her blue eyes tired. She was wearing a pair of pink cheering shorts and a long Insane Clown Posse t-shirt that her ex-boyfriend gave her.
Weighing only one hundred and fifteen pounds she stood at about five feet five inches. She was a cheer leader and proud of it.
