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Post by [B e e] Sedgwick. on Aug 1, 2006 13:04:53 GMT
Maybe it's the clothes we wear?
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness
Maybe it's the things we say,
The words we've heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
but we're trash, you & me.
Surname;; Sedgwick
Forenames;; Beatrice [Bee] Camilla
Age;; 17 years
Physical Appearance;; Bee is a very pretty girl, more of a natural pretty than a plastic hollywood girl. She doesn't tend to use make up a lot because...Well she was never taught how to use it. She is very thin, you can count her ribs and she does have alot of things her mother left behind. She has a scar going through her eyebrow and just at the tip of her upper lip, though she got it pierced over so you don't see it. A severe burn that is fading on her back and if you lift up her t-shirt pretty far you can see it. Also many scars scatter across her back too. Pretty awful still scabby stab wound to the right of her stomach.
Her hair is naturally brown, but it reminds her far too much of her family so she dyes it anything, at the moment it would happen to be blonde, thanks to her friends. She tends to cut her own hair, seeing as she has never visited a hair dresser since she was 5. Light freckles, which annoy her highly, are scattered across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. Her eyes are such an entrancing blue it's stupid, you just have to stare, they just pull you in. Bee is a shortie, standing at only 5"6, but very lanky and long legs. She will never really be tanned unless she slathers herself in fake tan, but she just looks stupid. Her skin will always be pale, just like a vampires, but hey it looks good on her.
Personality;; She's very quiet, not a big talker. She's very timid, you raise your voice and she will just become unreachable, she will do either of the two, scream and hide or just stand there and take it with a blank face. She jumps with loud noises, still not used to the fact she's safe, she's away from her mom.
She has never been in love and quite frankly she doesn't really wanna be, she has seen how people get hurt by it and she has never even really been loved. So you can see why she hates it. But she can be okay, you open her up, she learns to trust you and you have one amazing girl on your hands. As a child she was taught to have a "Fake Smile" for when relatives came to stay, those were the only times she was free from her mother. She doesn't really know how to express her emotions, so it will come out in a gush. Either a bad one or a good one, if it’s a bad one…Cover your ears.
Background;; Bee was born on October 31st, in the outskirts of Seattle in a modest two bedroomed house. Her parents, Lucinda Sedgwick & Martin Sedgwick and her brother Jonathon Sedgwick. Bee lived in the lap of luxury with both her parents and a brother, her mother was a baby sitter so she had plenty of friends and her father a banker. She often rode at the stables down her road, her and her brother loved animals. Brother and sister had a large fish tank in their room and they would just sit and watch this fish aimlessly for hours.
And it started to change when she was 5 years old and her brother 8. Her parents started to argue, when this would happen Bee and John would run to their bedroom and hide under the covers. Quivering until they heard one of them storm to the bedroom and the other to the couch. Sometimes her mother would drag them out of bed and force them to repeat bad things their dad had said to her and watch while they hit each other. Both children knew this was serious, and if they told. Their asses would be kicked.
Her father left when she was 7. Both her and John chased her dad's car down the street, begging him to take them with him, but he never stopped or looked back. Her mother turned her abusive alcohol inflicted anger on both children. Her mother became near to insane with her treatment of Bee. Purposely spilling near boiling water over her own daughter, making her do all kinds of weird experiments, making her drink bleach. Even more horrible stuff. Inspite of this Bee struggled through. And both her and John helped each other. Forced out of their bedroom, accused of not being good enough for it and made to sleep in the tool shed outside.
School was a painful blur for her, with no friends it made it worse. She was known as the "Weird Kid". She became anarexic and she's never really gotten over it. John was okay, he was stronger he could put that in the back of his head and act normal.
Everything only stopped when Bee was 16 and her brother 19, her mother became so insane and so drunk that she stabbed Bee with a pair of kitchen scissors. John had to nurse his sister, he knew he had to get the pair of them out. So he did. He packed his bags and his sisters and they left while their mother was sitting on her ass watching Jerry Springer. A few blocks away, as John changed his sister’s dressing, he explained he had been in contact with their father. And he had arranged this for a while, that their dad would be here soon. Bee felt nearly drunk with compassion for her brother. He had saved her life.
When their father did arrive, Bee was taken straight to the hospital, she had to stay for a few days but John never left her side. He stayed there, night and day. Bee was finally taken out of hospital and both John and her was taken to California, to live with their dad now.
Job;; Her father gave her an old camera of his when she came to him and she’s been rather attached to it even though it’s not a digi. She’d like to be a photographer or fashion designer.
School/College/University;; School, but she never goes.
Pets;; One, her father recently bought her a horse seeing as she used to ride when she was small. A bay gelding thoroughbred cross called Artemis. He’s 7 years old and can be quite the moody bugger.
Sample Post;; [From another RPG if you don’t mind :]]
Bee was completely unaware of what Phil and Kim had done (her Foster Parents), totally unaware of the fact the police were heading towards her home to arrest her and take her away from the only comfort she had only ever really had. 10pm was the time it read on the kitchen clock. Both of them shook as the doorbell rang and got up very slowly from the kitchen table. It was Kim who answered the door to the four Police officers, she tearfully pointed a weak fragile finger up the stairs, before turning around, sobbing into her husband's shoulder. Bee's head was spinning as the police burst into her room, a few friends scrambled out the window. But two were caught and two police officers escorted them downstairs. Both of them yelling obscenities. Bee shrank back against her bedroom wall, her mind reeling and her eyes rolling back in her head. But the police were having none of it, one each grabbed her arm and hauled her up. And that was when she snapped. Bee started to scream, kicking her legs out. But they had a tight firm hold on her. As she passed Kim and Phil she went mental "You fuckers! How the fuck could you do this to me!"
"I'm so sorry Bee. We can't deal with you" Phil said, swallowing hard before taking his hysterical wife into the kitchen. Leaving Bee all alone. Yet again, not for the first time, Bee was all alone in the world. Yet again she had nothing. Yet again she was hurting. She whimpered softly before dragging her feet as they lifted the light girl out to the car. Of course it had to be raining, she got soaked. Her plain grey t-shirt sticking to her, thankfully she could cry without anyone noticing. And she did. As the police placed in the backseat, she shrank into a corner and watched the raindrops slowly slide down the blackened window. "I'm alone" she whispered as the door slamned. "Again". She shivered and closed her eyes. Not caring where she was going now.
Other;; [editted]
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness
Maybe it's the things we say,
The words we've heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
but we're trash, you & me.
Surname;; Sedgwick
Forenames;; Beatrice [Bee] Camilla
Age;; 17 years
Physical Appearance;; Bee is a very pretty girl, more of a natural pretty than a plastic hollywood girl. She doesn't tend to use make up a lot because...Well she was never taught how to use it. She is very thin, you can count her ribs and she does have alot of things her mother left behind. She has a scar going through her eyebrow and just at the tip of her upper lip, though she got it pierced over so you don't see it. A severe burn that is fading on her back and if you lift up her t-shirt pretty far you can see it. Also many scars scatter across her back too. Pretty awful still scabby stab wound to the right of her stomach.
Her hair is naturally brown, but it reminds her far too much of her family so she dyes it anything, at the moment it would happen to be blonde, thanks to her friends. She tends to cut her own hair, seeing as she has never visited a hair dresser since she was 5. Light freckles, which annoy her highly, are scattered across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. Her eyes are such an entrancing blue it's stupid, you just have to stare, they just pull you in. Bee is a shortie, standing at only 5"6, but very lanky and long legs. She will never really be tanned unless she slathers herself in fake tan, but she just looks stupid. Her skin will always be pale, just like a vampires, but hey it looks good on her.
Personality;; She's very quiet, not a big talker. She's very timid, you raise your voice and she will just become unreachable, she will do either of the two, scream and hide or just stand there and take it with a blank face. She jumps with loud noises, still not used to the fact she's safe, she's away from her mom.
She has never been in love and quite frankly she doesn't really wanna be, she has seen how people get hurt by it and she has never even really been loved. So you can see why she hates it. But she can be okay, you open her up, she learns to trust you and you have one amazing girl on your hands. As a child she was taught to have a "Fake Smile" for when relatives came to stay, those were the only times she was free from her mother. She doesn't really know how to express her emotions, so it will come out in a gush. Either a bad one or a good one, if it’s a bad one…Cover your ears.
Background;; Bee was born on October 31st, in the outskirts of Seattle in a modest two bedroomed house. Her parents, Lucinda Sedgwick & Martin Sedgwick and her brother Jonathon Sedgwick. Bee lived in the lap of luxury with both her parents and a brother, her mother was a baby sitter so she had plenty of friends and her father a banker. She often rode at the stables down her road, her and her brother loved animals. Brother and sister had a large fish tank in their room and they would just sit and watch this fish aimlessly for hours.
And it started to change when she was 5 years old and her brother 8. Her parents started to argue, when this would happen Bee and John would run to their bedroom and hide under the covers. Quivering until they heard one of them storm to the bedroom and the other to the couch. Sometimes her mother would drag them out of bed and force them to repeat bad things their dad had said to her and watch while they hit each other. Both children knew this was serious, and if they told. Their asses would be kicked.
Her father left when she was 7. Both her and John chased her dad's car down the street, begging him to take them with him, but he never stopped or looked back. Her mother turned her abusive alcohol inflicted anger on both children. Her mother became near to insane with her treatment of Bee. Purposely spilling near boiling water over her own daughter, making her do all kinds of weird experiments, making her drink bleach. Even more horrible stuff. Inspite of this Bee struggled through. And both her and John helped each other. Forced out of their bedroom, accused of not being good enough for it and made to sleep in the tool shed outside.
School was a painful blur for her, with no friends it made it worse. She was known as the "Weird Kid". She became anarexic and she's never really gotten over it. John was okay, he was stronger he could put that in the back of his head and act normal.
Everything only stopped when Bee was 16 and her brother 19, her mother became so insane and so drunk that she stabbed Bee with a pair of kitchen scissors. John had to nurse his sister, he knew he had to get the pair of them out. So he did. He packed his bags and his sisters and they left while their mother was sitting on her ass watching Jerry Springer. A few blocks away, as John changed his sister’s dressing, he explained he had been in contact with their father. And he had arranged this for a while, that their dad would be here soon. Bee felt nearly drunk with compassion for her brother. He had saved her life.
When their father did arrive, Bee was taken straight to the hospital, she had to stay for a few days but John never left her side. He stayed there, night and day. Bee was finally taken out of hospital and both John and her was taken to California, to live with their dad now.
Job;; Her father gave her an old camera of his when she came to him and she’s been rather attached to it even though it’s not a digi. She’d like to be a photographer or fashion designer.
School/College/University;; School, but she never goes.
Pets;; One, her father recently bought her a horse seeing as she used to ride when she was small. A bay gelding thoroughbred cross called Artemis. He’s 7 years old and can be quite the moody bugger.
Sample Post;; [From another RPG if you don’t mind :]]
Bee was completely unaware of what Phil and Kim had done (her Foster Parents), totally unaware of the fact the police were heading towards her home to arrest her and take her away from the only comfort she had only ever really had. 10pm was the time it read on the kitchen clock. Both of them shook as the doorbell rang and got up very slowly from the kitchen table. It was Kim who answered the door to the four Police officers, she tearfully pointed a weak fragile finger up the stairs, before turning around, sobbing into her husband's shoulder. Bee's head was spinning as the police burst into her room, a few friends scrambled out the window. But two were caught and two police officers escorted them downstairs. Both of them yelling obscenities. Bee shrank back against her bedroom wall, her mind reeling and her eyes rolling back in her head. But the police were having none of it, one each grabbed her arm and hauled her up. And that was when she snapped. Bee started to scream, kicking her legs out. But they had a tight firm hold on her. As she passed Kim and Phil she went mental "You fuckers! How the fuck could you do this to me!"
"I'm so sorry Bee. We can't deal with you" Phil said, swallowing hard before taking his hysterical wife into the kitchen. Leaving Bee all alone. Yet again, not for the first time, Bee was all alone in the world. Yet again she had nothing. Yet again she was hurting. She whimpered softly before dragging her feet as they lifted the light girl out to the car. Of course it had to be raining, she got soaked. Her plain grey t-shirt sticking to her, thankfully she could cry without anyone noticing. And she did. As the police placed in the backseat, she shrank into a corner and watched the raindrops slowly slide down the blackened window. "I'm alone" she whispered as the door slamned. "Again". She shivered and closed her eyes. Not caring where she was going now.
Other;; [editted]
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