Post by Abigale James on Jun 28, 2010 23:07:33 GMT -5
About You:
Name/Alias: Becca!
Age: 14 (but sssshhhh the site thinks im older...)
RP Experience: Just over a year now
Fun Fact: I'm insanely addicted to anything disney i can sing along to most of the musicals and even have some of their songs on my ipod *hides face in shame* =)
Where Did You Find Us? I've got connections (admin buddies)
Dear Diary…
I wish I could just tell someone everything about me. You know, everything. No holding back, no grudges held. Just…Let it all out. I mean I really think I’m [/b] going insane. After the first murder everything is just fuzz. I feel like a bitch, like a confused, crazy bitch. And theres nothing I can do about it. It just keeps getting worse and worse the longer im in this hell hole. I just wish I could tell someone that instead of hiding behind this awful mask.
The other day I saw a blind woman trying to cross the road so I watched her, studying her and the way other people reacted. I could sense that familiar feeling takign control again and suddenly i was watching with the eyes of a pretator. I had to drive away quickly, and cook up a mean feast to get the thoughts out of my mind. It was scary really. Who knew that after the first time, you'd want to do it again. Who knew that itd get scarey addicting. That itd haunt you. I certainly didnt.
Anyways, Diary, that’s not important. As we’re new here I guess we should start from the beginning. My name is Abigale Andrea James I’m 18 years young on the 5th of March My parents are from Michigan But I’d say my real nationality was Californian
I guess my biggest fear would be drowning, better yet... getting caught. Its crazy how self consious i've become, i've even got a bit jittery. Wouldn' t you? I did my best not to leave any evidance... and it was awhile ago...but still. Those images haunt me. I wish I wasn’t so jealous and emotional. Luckily I’m still strong, still confident, and just a bit sneaky. Of course that’s why I killed him in the first place. He was old enough to be my brother, my boyfriend. And he was marrying my mom! But I’ve never told anyone that. If I did, I’d have no idea how they’d react.
My family and I Dont get along anymore. I haven't seen my mother in ages. Ran after the crime. and my dad. Well hes been in prison for years. I guess the saying still stands. Like father like daughter. When I was a kid, the family had a pet cat but I don’t really like animals.
When I was younger I Used to hang barbies. Id give them these cruel haircuts, hang them, pop off their heads and body parts. It got to the point where my put me in theropy. Eventually they let me go. Said it was a phase that I'd out grown. And i believed them. Everything was pretty normal. I was pretty normal. and then things changed. People changed.
Anyways, I guess I should get going. I’ll write back later.
Abbie
OOC Area:
Please give two to three paragraphs on your characters history:
My dads always been out of the picture. Always. When i was little he went to jail. He got too high one night and broke into a house. Killed the people living in it and jacked their stuff. He was on the run for a couple months but he got caught eventually. Now he's serving his jail time. He writes to me sometimes. But its not often. That took one parent away, alcohol took away the other. She drank away her life when he left her. Shes divorced him when he used his phone call to tell her that he had an affair. and while thats fair enough, beign that it was the only way he could tell her now. It was kind of jacked up you know? I had a pretty fucked up childhood. I guess that explains the barbies that i talked about earlier. and the way i looked at my birthday candles too.
Years passed when i was normal. I was just a regular kid. With regular problems. Zits, boys, drama, the whole package. Then he came into the picture. His names was Chad. and he was only 19. Old enough to be my boyfriend, my older brother. But know. He was now my soon to be step father. and he had a kid. A little 4 year old, her name was Tabbitha. They made a cute little family together. And my mom was happy. She adopted that little girl. replaced me with her. And thats when i realized that my father hadn't been all wrong. Sometimes. The only way to change things is to end them. I killed him that night. When my mom was off at McDonalds with Tabbitha. I murdered him in her bed. I left her Tabbitha though. I left her the replacement me. And then, I ran. Its been awhile now, a week maybe two. I like to think I wont get caught. That things wont get worse. But i know how this goes. Sooner or later. Things are all going to change again. Sooner or latter. I'll be seeing my dad again.
Please give two more paragraphs on their personality:
As you can tell. I haven't always been right in the head. Sometimes I've been worse then others. right now I"m at an all time low. Sometimes, I'm just fine. Sometimes, my acting that im inocent, is so good that even im convinced. And then i fall asleep, or blink too long, or zone off. And then im being haunted again. Reminded. Foreced to remember.
Thats when things go wrong. I get crazy again. and suddenyl im watching everyone. Looking for the cops or my next victim. looking to kill. It scares me. Sometimes I dont even notice the change, until im looing at someone differently. Or thinking up some sort of sinister plan. I think I'm going crazy. and theres no one here to help me.
Social Signature: The Murderer
I ____Becca_____ made this application. Please do not take the credit of it.
Name/Alias: Becca!
Age: 14 (but sssshhhh the site thinks im older...)
RP Experience: Just over a year now
Fun Fact: I'm insanely addicted to anything disney i can sing along to most of the musicals and even have some of their songs on my ipod *hides face in shame* =)
Where Did You Find Us? I've got connections (admin buddies)
ABIGALE.A.N.D.R.E.A JAMES
‘I dont wanna die, Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all’
[/i][/center]Dear Diary…
I wish I could just tell someone everything about me. You know, everything. No holding back, no grudges held. Just…Let it all out. I mean I really think I’m [/b] going insane. After the first murder everything is just fuzz. I feel like a bitch, like a confused, crazy bitch. And theres nothing I can do about it. It just keeps getting worse and worse the longer im in this hell hole. I just wish I could tell someone that instead of hiding behind this awful mask.
The other day I saw a blind woman trying to cross the road so I watched her, studying her and the way other people reacted. I could sense that familiar feeling takign control again and suddenly i was watching with the eyes of a pretator. I had to drive away quickly, and cook up a mean feast to get the thoughts out of my mind. It was scary really. Who knew that after the first time, you'd want to do it again. Who knew that itd get scarey addicting. That itd haunt you. I certainly didnt.
Anyways, Diary, that’s not important. As we’re new here I guess we should start from the beginning. My name is Abigale Andrea James I’m 18 years young on the 5th of March My parents are from Michigan But I’d say my real nationality was Californian
I guess my biggest fear would be drowning, better yet... getting caught. Its crazy how self consious i've become, i've even got a bit jittery. Wouldn' t you? I did my best not to leave any evidance... and it was awhile ago...but still. Those images haunt me. I wish I wasn’t so jealous and emotional. Luckily I’m still strong, still confident, and just a bit sneaky. Of course that’s why I killed him in the first place. He was old enough to be my brother, my boyfriend. And he was marrying my mom! But I’ve never told anyone that. If I did, I’d have no idea how they’d react.
My family and I Dont get along anymore. I haven't seen my mother in ages. Ran after the crime. and my dad. Well hes been in prison for years. I guess the saying still stands. Like father like daughter. When I was a kid, the family had a pet cat but I don’t really like animals.
When I was younger I Used to hang barbies. Id give them these cruel haircuts, hang them, pop off their heads and body parts. It got to the point where my put me in theropy. Eventually they let me go. Said it was a phase that I'd out grown. And i believed them. Everything was pretty normal. I was pretty normal. and then things changed. People changed.
Anyways, I guess I should get going. I’ll write back later.
Abbie
OOC Area:
Please give two to three paragraphs on your characters history:
My dads always been out of the picture. Always. When i was little he went to jail. He got too high one night and broke into a house. Killed the people living in it and jacked their stuff. He was on the run for a couple months but he got caught eventually. Now he's serving his jail time. He writes to me sometimes. But its not often. That took one parent away, alcohol took away the other. She drank away her life when he left her. Shes divorced him when he used his phone call to tell her that he had an affair. and while thats fair enough, beign that it was the only way he could tell her now. It was kind of jacked up you know? I had a pretty fucked up childhood. I guess that explains the barbies that i talked about earlier. and the way i looked at my birthday candles too.
Years passed when i was normal. I was just a regular kid. With regular problems. Zits, boys, drama, the whole package. Then he came into the picture. His names was Chad. and he was only 19. Old enough to be my boyfriend, my older brother. But know. He was now my soon to be step father. and he had a kid. A little 4 year old, her name was Tabbitha. They made a cute little family together. And my mom was happy. She adopted that little girl. replaced me with her. And thats when i realized that my father hadn't been all wrong. Sometimes. The only way to change things is to end them. I killed him that night. When my mom was off at McDonalds with Tabbitha. I murdered him in her bed. I left her Tabbitha though. I left her the replacement me. And then, I ran. Its been awhile now, a week maybe two. I like to think I wont get caught. That things wont get worse. But i know how this goes. Sooner or later. Things are all going to change again. Sooner or latter. I'll be seeing my dad again.
Please give two more paragraphs on their personality:
As you can tell. I haven't always been right in the head. Sometimes I've been worse then others. right now I"m at an all time low. Sometimes, I'm just fine. Sometimes, my acting that im inocent, is so good that even im convinced. And then i fall asleep, or blink too long, or zone off. And then im being haunted again. Reminded. Foreced to remember.
Thats when things go wrong. I get crazy again. and suddenyl im watching everyone. Looking for the cops or my next victim. looking to kill. It scares me. Sometimes I dont even notice the change, until im looing at someone differently. Or thinking up some sort of sinister plan. I think I'm going crazy. and theres no one here to help me.
Social Signature: The Murderer
I ____Becca_____ made this application. Please do not take the credit of it.
