Post by emaline neven york on Apr 21, 2010 0:27:41 GMT -8
so EMMY was the lucky one
"fuck you. fuck you. fuck you very very much."
`taking pictures of anyone
age fifteen
rp experience four yeas +
how you found us lost-and-found box
contacts O-L-O [well i thought they looked like glasses D<][/ul][/size]
`to show us that tomorrow is eventual
nicknames em, emmy, nevens, yorkie.
age sixteen
date of birth may thirtyth
grade/position of staff sophomore
sexuality homosexual
member group wisher
stage of corruption selfish
face claim kyler krunk[/ul][/size]
`tonight i sleep to dream
weight one hundred twenty-four pounds
tattoos&piercings ears, nose, corset piercings down his spine. no tattoos.
distinguishing features baby face, dark eyes, little bit of a swagger when he walks.
physical flaws baby face, size, his scruffy 'i haven't eaten or bathed in the past week' look.
personal style bright colors, skinny jeans, big hoodies, beanies, graphic tees, sneakers, always has a large backpack on him.[/ul][/size]
`a shock to my body
dislikes sleeping around, loud people, weak music, depressing people, mood-spoilers, the 'bad ones', his need for hoarding writing supplies, clingy people, the blackouts, thunder, heat, rodents, ugly clothing.
strengths excellent thief and liar, doesn't get attached, loyal, quiet.
weaknesses bitter, bitch, hoards things, impulsive, alcoholic, thinks almost everyone's an idiot, waste of time, or useless, snotty.
fears thunder, the 'bad ones', injections, commitment, people.
wishes i wish i could be alone and away from my family.
personality kleptomaniac. hoarder. snappish. bitter. mean. bitchy. loyal. doesn't commit. angry. manipulative. misleading. alcoholic. violent. rage black-outs. needy. strange. failure. intelligent. bit of a prude. greedy. absent-minded. grumpy. liar. superior. sneaky. impulsive. attention-starved. doesn't trust easily. demanding.[/ul][/size]
`its a pity to appear this way
why were you sent here kleptomania, rage black outs, possible schizophrenia
mother agnus york
father beau york
siblings connor, rebbecca, levi, pat, and hana york
pets two cats named maxxine and jace.
other family bipolar aunt and a schizophrenic cousin.
history
the first born is never the one that gets spoiled by the grandparents until they are fifteen or gets to learn from everyone else's mistakes. no, the first-born is the one that gets spoiled until the next baby shows up, then no one really bothers with you because there's a little bundle of joy to obsess over. the first born is the one that has to make every single mistake first, then all the little kids can learn from him. the first born always has the short end of the stick. especially when the numbers of kids in your immediate family goes from two to three to six. that's eight mouths to feed total. your parents are always working and you're left to babysit the little ones because your folks don't want to spend the extra money at the daycare. the only perks of being the first born happen to be the fact that you always get to do everything first. at least, that's how em saw it.
emaline was born sixteen years ago on the living room carpet of his grandparent's house. they'd had no time to get to the hospital, so agnus gave birth to little emmy there. everyone loved him, loved the imagination he had. he was a creative little boy who'd fill journal upon journal with drawings and doodles of just about everything you could think of. he had the attention of everyone, since he was the first grandchild. and for two years, he remained that way. and then connor showed up. emmy hated connor from the first moment he met him. everyone was paying attention to him now. everything was all about connor. if he drew a scribble with a crayon, it would be up on the fridge for everyone to see, if he did something 'silly', his parents would be there in an instant to take a picture and capture the moment forever. he absolutely loathed the situation with a passion. it was his family, not connor's. why were they allowing this little twerp to stay when they had him?
another two years passed and rebbecca was born, along with his cousin, victor. attention quickly shifted from connor to the new babies, but it was less as extreme this time. no one really payed attention to emmy unless he did something extraordinary or did something bad. the boy learned this quickly and by the time he was five, he was making sure that at least someone was keeping an eye on him the whole time after breaking all the fancy dishes in his aunt's house and painting the kitchen walls with tempera paints. he was often called a 'little monster' and scolded or punished in quite a few severe ways. this did nothing to deter the boy, for all he wanted was his parents to pay attention to him. and he was going to make that happen in any way he could.
levi came into the family after another two-year break from birthing children. then came pat and hana, the twins. everyone just loved them, and they were out seven months after levi was born, the two born premature by several months. they lived, but required intense care for the first year or so of their life. now they were hiring baby-sitters to take care of their other four children while they worked on the twins and their jobs. they told emmy to be a good big brother and take care of everyone and not get into messes. but that was a lot for a seven-year-old boy to be expected to do. he hated it but didn't object. his parents didn't need anymore stress. so em did as he was told, taking care of the children and never saying anything to his parents about it. he hated it, but he did it. and so it went on for years. until he turned fourteen, actually.
you can only bottle up emotions for so long. seven years is a long time to keep everything bottled up. and em wouldn't exactly talk to anyone, but he did talk to himself a lot. he still had imaginary friends after all. so he often told his friends that he wished he could get away from his family, wished that he could be totally alone for a long while. he wanted quiet, he wanted silence. and on his fifteenth birthday, he got it. on that day, he was hanging around his newest batch of friends and sharing a bottle of vodka around while he managed to raid their backpacks for new pencils and pens. he was a klepto and they knew it, but they didn't care. he only took the fancy ones or the ones he didn't already have. he'd managed to get all the pens into his own backpack before he blacked out completely.
when he woke up, he was in a hospital, strapped down tightly and no one was planning on letting him up anytime soon. he had no idea what was going on. he screamed and cried for the nurse, who explained why he was there and where he was. he was in the emergency room from being stabbed by his father, in defense of what he did. because after he'd blacked out, he'd beat the crap out of his friends, then gone home to try and murder his siblings. he'd failed but connor, rebbecca and his mother were all in intensive care because of him. so once he was all healed, he was sent to worden academy with a straight jacket. but at least he didn't have his siblings anymore. at least he was alone, right?[/ul][/size]
`i swear i saw it somewhere
rules word admin. nuff said.
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