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~Paris~ Hunter 65 POSTS last seen Oct 12, 2014 12:14:37 GMT -5 I hope my child is an avocado	Angel Jay D9 DONE!! Jul 22, 2013 11:48:33 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ~Paris~ on Jul 22, 2013 11:48:33 GMT -5 Name: Angel Jay Age: 14 Gender: Female District/Area: District 9 Appearance: Personality: History: Codeword: odair Comments/Other: WIP Jay Family Plot
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~Paris~
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*Angel Jay* D9 DONE!! Aug 6, 2013 11:59:14 GMT -5

Post by ~Paris~ on Aug 6, 2013 11:59:14 GMT -5

District 9 | Paris | 14

A ngel J a y

[presto]

Angel Jay

It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly

Does Thinks Says

“You know, maybe you should try doing something good with that worthless, ruined life of yours!”
It was the worst thing I had ever said to her. No matter how hard I tried to justify my words, which were no match to her prior actions of the evening, I couldn’t. I remember the shocked look on her face as it processed the fire that spat out of my mouth, blistering me speechless. What right did I have? Who was I to say that, like I was better. I had every right. I am better.Again I find myself pushing down these thoughts, burying them deeper than ever before. I’ve become accustomed to shoving away my emotions when I don’t want them to show, talented you could say. But I know one day, they will emerge full force and I won’t be able to conquer them like I have done all these years. There is a little bit of bad inside every good, a trace of evil that loathes the kindness surrounding it, infecting it, until it can control it. But it can’t control me yet. I won’t let it have me, like it has my sister. It has always had her in its grasp, she doesn’t even try to break free. She loves its bloody, burning warmth surging through her body, the thrill of doing wrong. It’s exhilarating to her, mesmerizing, even.
And I hate it. I hate every bit of it, every bit of her. But it’s hard to love and hate someone at the same time, impossible even. She is my twin, the other part of me, ~~the part I try to hide from myself~~. The part that runs away when she wants to, probably does drugs and drinks and parties and Ripred knows what else. The part that is me. That isn’t. Devvy and I have the same mocha eyes, but hers shoot daggers at anyone in her path. We have the same wavy brown hair, but mine is lightened from being in the sun, while hers is slightly darker and sometimes colored vibrant colors. We are both small for our age, petite you could say. But she is anything but small. Her presence is bigger than I could ever dream to be; all eyes on her wherever she goes. Pretty? Some say so. Beautiful? Not by my definition.
My entire life, I can’t remember anyone looking at me like they look at my sister. I was always just another face in the crowd, wearing faded blue jeans or, if it’s a Sunday, an old skirt of mine. Just another face in the crowd, plain, easy to look over. Devil, on the other hand, stands out like a crow in a flock of doves, just by the way she holds herself when she walks and looks people directly in the eye, as if she’s saying, “I’m here now look at me”, while I try to avoid being the center of attention whenever possible.
I usually try to avoid being the center of attention whenever possible, which is kind of hard to do when I am with my sister. Everyone’s eyes are just drawn her to like she’s a magnet, and most of the time, I can’t stand to look at her. Everything I do when I get up in the morning is to make myself look like I belong here, like I’m not a stranger to the world. I let my long, wavy brown hair fall the way it wants to on most days. My faded jeans and T-shirts can blend in to any crowd, and my plain, un-painted features aren’t likely to catch anyone’s eyes. I walk with a purpose, but keep my head down to look at my old worn boots. Plain. Simple. Invisible to the untrained eye. By myself, I am one of them, but with her, how can I be?

The worst things in life come free to us/center]

She’s a daddy’s girl for sure. The way he treats her, like a little satanistic princess. Better. I’ve always been a mommy’s girl, probably because I never had the option to be Daddy’s little Angel. My mother was a wanderer, venturing from district to district without a care in the world, for Ripred knows how long. She doesn’t speak of her past much, as she puts it, “the past is gone but here is now and now will soon be gone.” A little too philosophic for my taste, but hey, I guess it’s a wanderer thing. If I was going to leave I would have to get used to it.
For a while I’ve known I don’t belong. Here. There. Anywhere. My family, if you can even call it that, is all I have in the sense of a niche. But we are a house divided by good and evil, so it seems to me. It’s slowly, painfully tearing us apart. It wouldn’t surprise me if my parents got a divorce, the way they whisper through the dark after Devvy and I have gone to bed. We pretend that we can’t hear what they are saying, we pretend that we aren’t tearing them apart. But that is one thing we do have in common.

And we’re just under the upper hand

I want to leave, to get out of here. And I would do it in a heartbeat if I was more like Devil, but ~~thank Ripred~~ I’m not. I worry too much, about anything, about everything, about everyone for everyone. But who would I really leave behind? My mother, yes, but no one else who would care. She’s too good for us, they say, too pure, too innocent, too sheltered. They talk down to me, about me, like I’m a little kid, like I can’t hear them and it makes me want to scream horrible, bloody things at them. But I just shut my mouth and don’t talk to them, to Devvy’s friends. No wonder I don’t have many friends of my own, I’m apparently too good for everybody (since when did good become a bad thing?), that and the fact that Devvy probably scares them all away. But who needs friends when you have family. Oh wait.
They wouldn’t care if I left, none of them, my mom would eventually get over it and put her focus deeper into her work, like she always does. Like mother like daughter. Devvy would just get into more trouble, without me bailing her out all the time. It seems like a beautiful choice, to be alone, in solitude where I belong, where no one judges my prayers, where no one judges the good inside of me. But it is that little bit of dark that keeps me anchored here, that traps me from setting myself free, and no matter what I do, I will never be able to escape from myself.

It’s too cold outside
For Angels to die

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Last Edit: Apr 6, 2014 15:17:44 GMT -5 by ~Paris~

Reason #486 why we don't leave Paris alone in the Cbox

cass
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*Angel Jay* D9 DONE!! Aug 6, 2013 18:45:24 GMT -5

Post by cass on Aug 6, 2013 18:45:24 GMT -5

Hey there, Paris ^^

Okay so this is a fabulous bio! <3 but you haven't quite meet the minimum requirements, and seeing as how you have set your bio up the way it is I can't tell which areas need more adding xD

Okay so to have the minimum requirements of three for history, three for personality and two for appearance you need at least eight paragraphs! You are only two short! To me -- and this is by looking -- you don't have that much on her appearance, I can see clearly what her personality is like, but for her appearance just the few basic things of hair colour, eye colour and that she is small. Try adding more to that?

Reply back here when you have edited ^^

~Paris~
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65 POSTS
last seen Oct 12, 2014 12:14:37 GMT -5

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*Angel Jay* D9 DONE!! Aug 7, 2013 7:44:12 GMT -5

Post by ~Paris~ on Aug 7, 2013 7:44:12 GMT -5

Angel Jay

It’s too cold outside

For angels to fly

Does Thinks Says

“You know, maybe you should try doing something good with that worthless, ruined life of yours!”

It was the worst thing I had ever said to her. No matter how hard I tried to justify my words, which were no match to her prior actions of the evening, I couldn’t. I remember the shocked look on her face as it processed the fire that spat out of my mouth, blistering me speechless. What right did I have? Who was I to say that, like I was better. I had every right. I am better.Again I find myself pushing down these thoughts, burying them deeper than ever before. I’ve become accustomed to shoving away my emotions when I don’t want them to show, talented you could say. But I know one day, they will emerge full force and I won’t be able to conquer them like I have done all these years. There is a little bit of bad inside every good, a trace of evil that loathes the kindness surrounding it, infecting it, until it can control it. But it can’t control me yet. I won’t let it have me, like it has my sister. It has always had her in its grasp, she doesn’t even try to break free. She loves its bloody, burning warmth surging through her body, the thrill of doing wrong. It’s exhilarating to her, mesmerizing, even.

And I hate it. I hate every bit of it, every bit of her. But it’s hard to love and hate someone at the same time, impossible even. She is my twin, the other part of me, ~~the part I try to hide from myself~~. The part that runs away when she wants to, probably does drugs and drinks and parties and Ripred knows what else. The part that is me. That isn’t. Devvy and I have the same mocha eyes, but hers shoot daggers at anyone in her path. We have the same wavy brown hair, but mine is lightened from being in the sun, while hers is slightly darker and sometimes colored vibrant colors. We are both small for our age, petite you could say. But she is anything but small. Her presence is bigger than I could ever dream to be; all eyes on her wherever she goes. Pretty? Some say so. Beautiful? Not by my definition.

My entire life, I can’t remember anyone looking at me like they look at my sister. I was always just another face in the crowd, wearing faded blue jeans or, if it’s a Sunday, an old skirt of mine. Just another face in the crowd, plain, easy to look over. Devil, on the other hand, stands out like a crow in a flock of doves, just by the way she holds herself when she walks and looks people directly in the eye, as if she’s saying, “I’m here now look at me”, while I try to avoid being the center of attention whenever possible.

I usually try to avoid being the center of attention whenever possible, which is kind of hard to do when I am with my sister. Everyone’s eyes are just drawn her to like she’s a magnet, and most of the time, I can’t stand to look at her. Everything I do when I get up in the morning is to make myself look like I belong here, like I’m not a stranger to the world. I let my long, wavy brown hair fall the way it wants to on most days. My faded jeans and T-shirts can blend in to any crowd, and my plain, un-painted features aren’t likely to catch anyone’s eyes. I walk with a purpose, but keep my head down to look at my old worn boots. Plain. Simple. Invisible to the untrained eye. By myself, I am one of them, but with her, how can I be?

The worst things in life come free to us

She’s a daddy’s girl for sure. The way he treats her, like a little satanistic princess. Better. I’ve always been a mommy’s girl, probably because I never had the option to be Daddy’s little Angel. My mother was a wanderer, venturing from district to district without a care in the world, for Ripred knows how long. She doesn’t speak of her past much, as she puts it, “the past is gone but here is now and now will soon be gone.” A little too philosophic for my taste, but hey, I guess it’s a wanderer thing. If I was going to leave I would have to get used to it.
For a while I’ve known I don’t belong. Here. There. Anywhere. My family, if you can even call it that, is all I have in the sense of a niche. But we are a house divided by good and evil, so it seems to me. It’s slowly, painfully tearing us apart. It wouldn’t surprise me if my parents got a divorce, the way they whisper through the dark after Devvy and I have gone to bed. We pretend that we can’t hear what they are saying, we pretend that we aren’t tearing them apart. But that is one thing we do have in common.

And we’re just under the upper hand

I want to leave, to get out of here. And I would do it in a heartbeat if I was more like Devil, but ~~thank Ripred~~ I’m not. I worry too much, about anything, about everything, about everyone for everyone. But who would I really leave behind? My mother, yes, but no one else who would care. She’s too good for us, they say, too pure, too innocent, too sheltered. They talk down to me, about me, like I’m a little kid, like I can’t hear them and it makes me want to scream horrible, bloody things at them. But I just shut my mouth and don’t talk to them, to Devvy’s friends. No wonder I don’t have many friends of my own, I’m apparently too good for everybody (since when did good become a bad thing?), that and the fact that Devvy probably scares them all away. But who needs friends when you have family. Oh wait.

They wouldn’t care if I left, none of them, my mom would eventually get over it and put her focus deeper into her work, like she always does. Like mother like daughter. Devvy would just get into more trouble, without me bailing her out all the time. It seems like a beautiful choice, to be alone, in solitude where I belong, where no one judges my prayers, where no one judges the good inside of me. But it is that little bit of dark that keeps me anchored here, that traps me from setting myself free, and no matter what I do, I will never be able to escape from myself.

It’s too cold outside
For Angels to die

ooc: I added two paragraphs.. I think it should be enough?? I added a little bit more about the clothes she wears, her shyness, and how she appears to other people, but appearance (of all things) is probably the hardest for me to write... any tips? And thanks!! <3

Last Edit: Aug 7, 2013 7:47:21 GMT -5 by ~Paris~

Reason #486 why we don't leave Paris alone in the Cbox

cass Retired Staff 4,822 POSTS last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5	Angel Jay D9 DONE!! Aug 7, 2013 7:58:55 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by cass on Aug 7, 2013 7:58:55 GMT -5 Next time, just make sure you edit your previous post, so that you don't post the bio twice, as you have done xD Other then that thank you for making the changes! ^^ [/size]