Post by EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE. on Jan 28, 2011 15:40:20 GMT -8
emiko tanaka st. claire
sixteen - junior - student - bisexual
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SLUT? BITCH, PLEASE.
your mom only calls me that because she wishes she could have my body to pursue her life long dream of becoming a porn star. uh. so anyway. let's start with the basics. my mom's a fucking deranged lunatic. and i mean full on, deranged. like. asylum worthy. okay, maybe not that bad. she's a friggin' otaku though, dear god. she had the balls to name her child emiko tanaka st. claire. i'm no fucking anime character, okay. like, what the fuck.
so. i'm sixteen and turning seventeen this march eighteenth. pretty sweet, eh? well. now that you know. i expect presents. got it? got it? good. so. like. i don't have a job, and i probably should go get one. my friggin' dad cut me off. what a jackass, right? i'm sorry i like partying up my teenage years? not like it's gonna get any better than this.
FUCK NO. I'M NOT MISS CONGENIALITY.
careless + emiko is unfortunately, incredibly careless and insensitive. she doesn't care to pay much attention to anything she does and does everything with as little effort as possible. she doesn't seem to see a point as to try to do anything. Why bother? she doesn't even see a point in trying to do anything with her life. but hey. that's what high school is for, isn't it?
lazy + she's unfortunately incredibly lazy as well. emiko is most commonly found sprawled out somewhere in greenville, sleeping. she can't help it. it's just a thing with her. she doesn't enjoy work, nor does she enjoy really doing anything that requires physical effort. she doesn't care much for work and the real reason that she isn't pudgy at the moment is because she's usually too damn lazy to make her own food.
sarcastic + emiko is bitterly sarcastic. she makes sardonic comments as long as she's capable, often times teasing anyone that she holds close enough to be considered a friend. she finds amusement from doing so. in fact, she's sarcastic so often that it's often hard to tell the difference from when she's being serious and when she isn't. she personally believes that the manner in which she behaves is comedic, although that's up to whoever happens to come across her path.
dedicated + if she were to ever set her mind to something, it's very likely that emiko will get it done. she is highly dedicated to everything that she deems worthy of his time. This applies to his relationships with other people as well. she will do anything and everything in her power to make them happy. even if that means her sacrificing her own desires. and that's saying something.
perfectionist + emiko is a perfectionist by all means. she will not have it if she can't make sure that it's absolutely perfect by her definition. but it is this view on life that makes her turn even the simplest of tasks turn into a life or death situation. just simple things like grocery shopping can turn into a do or die mission.
stubborn + she has the mindset that her way is the only way and no one can tell her otherwise. she has an issue with admitting that she's wrong about something or anything at all. an example being if she was driving off somewhere and was in the wrong direction, emiko wouldn't turn around and ask for directions. oh no. she'd floor it in the same direction she'd been going in and say that she's going the right way the entire time.
FUCK NO. NOT MY DAMN HISTORY.
my life wasn't a sob story or anything. n'aw. i was born into a family with my parents, and seven older sisters. talk about breeding like rabbits, right? so i'm the youngest of all of them, bringing the grand total to eight babies in the family. i was the youngest, so i was the most spoiled and i never really minded it. of course my sisters did, but eh. nothing they could really do about it. although there was one time when one of them tried to knife me. god knows why.
so. like. my dad was a police officer and my mom was a stay at home wife. you know. the usual. he was always working so i guess i can see why she was always lonely and sleeping around. but bitch please, she couldn't have just told him that? after a while, my dad started to notice and threw a bitch fit about it and beat the crap out of my mom and my sisters. and me, but not as much. daddy's littlest girl, you know.
then ma filed for divorce and my dad was convicted for attempted murder. my mom's always been a convincing actress. she got everything she wanted when she wanted it. so when we got the money, she went on and shipped us all off to some obscure places. she never really was a mom to me anyway, so not much lost. and then i got sent to this damn place and i've been slacking off on my rent payments. good for me, eh?
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irl
ohai, my name is lilly, and i'm fourteen, fifteen this april. i've been in this game for seven years, and you can contact me via pm / aim (lillyisawesomeee) / yim (cinnabunthemoose) / email, and i found this place by advertisements on love like woe.[/center][/size]
"There's no way she can take any more of this!"
Slender fingers graced the edge of her martini glass, wiping off the lipstick that stained the glass. A small smile crossed her lips as she looked up through her bangs. How amusing these people were. "She's drank enough that I could convince her to get in bed with me if she sat in my lap!" One of the patrons chuckled, only staring quietly at the vampiress. She held out her arm, bent at the elbow and resting on top of the table. "You boys planning on talkin or trying to take little ol' me on?" True enough, she had drank enough to put a human into a coma from alcoholic poisoning but that didn't stop her at all.
Why would it?
She couldn't die unless she stepped out into the sunlight. Or if a vampire slayer or another vampire tried to kill her. Even such instances however were given up. After all, the vampire fad was still in. No one was out to kill them. She didn't cause any trouble after all. The bulky man walked forwards, sitting down and grabbing her hand. She squeezed gently, flipping him over onto the ground. "I win." She said simply, a soft smile gracing her lips.
"You cheater! I don't know how you did it but you cheated!" He protested, picking himself off of the ground. "I did not." She answered simply, rising from her own seat now. Oh this was going to be so much fun. Juliet's gray eyes turned red, a malicious smile crossing her blood red lips. "I know you did it!" He swayed drunkenly. "Would you like to fight over it?" He snickered. No way he would lose to a girl who was as weak looking as she was.
He poised himself for an attack. She stood still.
He charged forward. She pulled out her gun, leaning back on her hind leg. He stopped. "That's not the honorable way to fight!" As if. This wasn't one of those annoyingly corny movies. She was not supposed to play fair. Just play. Humans were like that. Amusing little play things. "I never said I would." She pulled the trigger. He fell backwards and she could only laugh. Was that sadistic of her?
Juliet lifted her black skirt slightly, shoving the gun back into it's holster before lowering it back again. She adjusted the off white mid-driff that she wore, grimacing as she saw a spot of blood on the corner of it. She lowered her head down, looking at her candy red heels standing in a puddle of blood. She crinkled her nose. "Aw, look what you did." She brushed off her shoulders. "You got blood all over my new shoes." Clack, clack, clack.
She stepped forward to the still body, scraping the bottom of her shoe onto the man's face. Patrons only stared. Hmph. She headed towards the door, opening it before looking back over her shoulder. "Didn't your mothers teach you not to stare?" After that, Juliet stepped out into the night. Ah, this was much better! The dim lights of the club bothered her. The vampire stretched slightly, pulling her arms behind her head before turning on her heel.
"Tonight is such a wonderful night." She said to herself, pocketing the money that she had earned (after being bet on in the arm wrestling contests) into her bra. Ironic how she had just been in a bar fight and possibly killed someone. Oh well. They were probably panicking and calling the cops on her. Hm. Nothing she couldn't run from. Not the first time. No less, the police department was terrible in it's entirety.
Her heels clacked against the concrete ground. She heard movement. Juliet turned, picking up her gun out of the holster and pointing it at the shadowy street. "Step out and face me like a man."