Post by CASSIE KING on Nov 12, 2011 23:06:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #373e46 45px solid; border-right: #515c69 4px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] Cassie Annalee King ----- Mischevious, Silly, Strong ----- twenty, Angelli, female  Effy || Hannah Murray Name: Cassandra Annalee King Nicknames Cassie, Cass Age: 20 Species: Angelli Alignment: Slight Good Orientation: Straight Occupation: Dancer at Mitchel Theater { make yourself shine } [size=2Likes;; |
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{ we all remember the past }
To say my childhood was wonderful bliss would be a lie. My mother, Matella King was a controlling woman. Her expectations were set so high, Chris, my brother, and I could never reach them no matter how hard we tried; so we rebelled. My father, Darren King, wasn't in the picture much. Always, doing 'important' things. I honestly think he was getting just as messed up as Chris and I were, but that's only a theory. When I was young it was just me, Chris and my dancing. Dancing was my escape from my mother's dark and borderline abusive behavior. Chris and I weren't the typical Angelli children. We loved the dark side of things and enjoyed trying to see how far we could go before they caught us. During the golden years, middle school, Chris and I created a club. It never really had a formal name, but once a week we'd all meet in the woods that ran behind our house to just let go without our parents watchful eye. At first it was just some Angelli kids, but soon we had a full mix. Our parents would've frowned upon it, so we loved it even more. At our young and tender ages, we were the worst. We had just learned about drugs and alcohol in school and eventually found out ways to get our hands on them. We were in heaven. Around that time, my parents had another baby, Lexi. She was perfect the day she was born, and we despised her. She was the reason we got caught. That night, we had snuck out successfully to meet up with our group in the woods, a stash of pills hidden in our pockets. We had planned this huge night, the last night before summer break, to just let it all go and get as trashed as possible. After a night of fun, around 4 in the morning Chris and I made our way back home, still blurry from the night's activities. Our damn sister just had to wake our mother up. That night we recieved the worst abuse a child could ever recieve from their mother. Unknowingly to her, that was the last night she'd ever lay a hand on Chris, and the last night I'd ever cry with him after a beating. A couple days later, we snuck out again during the day to go cliff diving. We always dove off of cliffs together; we were the biggest adrenaline junkies we knew. There was a new cliff we had never tried before, it was higher than the rest, but it seemed to be the right time to jump. Chris and I raced to the cliff that afternoon and peered over the edge at the sloshing waves below. It was going to be the scariest dive ever, so naturally we dared eachother to go first. To prove his manliness, Chris dove into the waters first as I watched in awe and excitement as he seemed to fly through the air. My excitement turned to horror when I saw red waves. My screams were lost in the wind as a half-ran half-stumbled down a path that led to the base of the cliff. I was too late. That day I held Chris in my arms, his blood pooling around me and felt numb. After that day, my life with my family was a mess. They naturally blamed me and hated me for it. Behind my back my younger sister called me the family killer and I was shunned by them all. Alone and estranged, I became more reckless and deeper involved into the world of dancing. It was strange, the more messed up I was the better and more passionate my dancing became. The year Chris died was when I became part of the company. It helped me to escape my family since we traveled around the world putting on shows for various groups of people, mostly important people though. Those years I wouldn't show up for days on end, sleeping at other dancer's houses and doing all kinds of things with my friends. I had never felt so close to death as in those days, and that made me feel alive and more passionate than ever before. Eventually I left my family and moved in with my best friend Nell and we both managed to scrap some money together to be able to audition for a prestigeous dancing school that would take us even farther. She and I took care of eachother and we both slowly rose to the top ranks of superior dancers; we became our idols. After, we both moved to Chairo to become dancers at Mitchel Theater. We had finally made it. Now we take care of eachother while living together in Chairo, dancing our hearts out. And this is the best I've ever felt since Chris.
{ introduce yourself }
holy shit, Effy is that you? we haven't talked for 6 years! that is just ridiculous.
we should meet up sometime; PM ok?
{ show off those skills, baby }
Felix, my best friend, only comes over to school to see me and give his mum a break. Mrs. Willis just thinks up ploys to intrest him to get him to come over. She thinks of things like making volcanoes that erupt, cooking Roman food, and making fire with a magnifying glass. Only thing is my mum got pissed because we accidently burned a hole in the dining table. Sort of accidentally-on-purpose. Today though, she suggested writing. Felix and I groaned since we'd been hoping for more fires and explosions. But no, writing. Felix grunted under his breath and went back to his action figure game. "Only 'cause there's nothing else to do in the hospital." he said with a smirk. Felix and I have been to the hospital more than anyone we'd ever met, and that's where we'd become best friends. Felix and I have leukemia, not so good. But, when you're suffering with a best friend, it kind of makes the pain go away. Hey, you know what they say, misery loves company. Mrs. Willis persisted on getting us to write, claiming that it had to do with books, she knew we loved books. I, however, was confused. "Why would you write about two dying kids?" I asked. "Hey," Felix said, "The tragic story of Sam McQueen. A poor, frail child! Struggling bravely through terrible suffering and hospitals with no tvs!" He paused thinking back on what he had said, "Yeah you're right, that'd make a shitty story." He gave me a wink and turned back to his action figures. Mrs. Willis just rolled her eyes. She had given up on Felix a long time ago, and she wasn't about to start up with him again on the use of proper language. "So Sam, are we going to get started?" I looked at her in disbelief as I begrudgingly pulled out a black sheet of paper. Luckily Felix decided to join me, but he barely got through his first name when he became bored and turned to other activities. As per usual Mrs. Willis just let him do whatever. I'm on page three already.
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