Author:
Test
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 00:43:24 03/19/05 Sat
+ Losing ground and falling faster+
*It was no surprise she wasn’t found in class, she had said she wouldn’t go. She hadn’t been to school since 4th grade, maybe 5th, and she didn’t plan on starting now. She doubted she would even know the work, she had been falling behind when she was in school and that was so long ago. She didn’t think Alec was the type to actually follow rules and go to class, she there wasn’t much worry about him not being there. She moved quickly down the hall way, it been a while since she saw him. slowing outside what she had finally found to be the boys dorm she reached out a hand, opening it with out knocking. She didn’t see the need, every other male was surely in class. She like him was on her first full day here, not where she was supposed to be. She didn’t much like private schools, having attended one for most of her life until she was kicked out for lack of attendance as well as doing drugs on the premises, as well as a few other choice actions that got her…well less then accepted by the administration. She wasn’t to happy about being back in one, so she refused to look the part. And with the black knee high suede boots, the black pleated skirt that barely reached her knees, and the white button up shirt that was left partially opened, she looked more like a school-aged prostitute more then a girl in a ‘private school’. She spotted him, sitting on the bed alone. She moved forward once more, pouncing on the bed, and onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck… it felt like forever since she saw him last*
+ Into a life that no one should have to live+
Name: Luka Haltinger
Nick Name: Luka, Lu, Luk, Ka, Hal
Age: 5 maybe 6
Gender: Female
Appearance: her hair is soft light almost platinum blonde when clean, but it rarely is in that state, and often appears almost brown in appearance, do the mix of dirt and blood. She is small, has a frail frame almost to the point she looks younger then she is. Shows obvious signs of malnourishment. She is fair skinned, which shows off bruises easily, as well as mud and blood. Usually has bruises, burns, and lacerations that mark her form.
Personality: She is quiet and withdrawn. She doesn’t trust adults and feels she has no reason too. Doesn’t like showing fear, and instead often turns it into anger, so in her new school she was labeled a trouble maker. Often violent, and is known for wild tangents when she gets upset. She pushes anyone who would want to help her away. She also doesn’t do well with other children, known for hurting them if she doesn’t get her way, or upset her in one way or other. She not often found playing anyway, she being more of the type that rather sit in a corner and just stay there away from everyone. She not very social, and even at her young age shows a strong lack of warmness towards anything living. She has an explosive personality, very easily upset and pushed to far. She is also unpredictable, you never knew how she would react to some things, and her reaction for something can change drastically in only seconds. Is prone to mood swings. Might suffer from a form of depression or other disorder.
History: She was raised in New York City most her life. She didn’t mind the city finding it easy to find food and a place to sleep at night when things got real bad. Her family was never rich, and they seemed to blame her for that. She one of those cases of “we could have been big, if it wasn’t for you” cases. Both parents abused her, physically, and emotionally it was never clear if anything else ever went on. When pre-school started (age 2ish), reports started being filed about her. her clothes never being clean, she never seeming to have enough food, if she had anything at all. Her body usually dirty and beaten up, bones randomly showing up broken. People got suspicious, but before anything got filed her parents up and moved, taking the battered child with them. Moving to a place where they hoped the stories wouldn’t follow. And to there luck it didn’t.. This time they lived in some cheap apartment. It didn’t take long though for the stories to resurface, the girls cries and the sound of the fight alerting the people downstairs. But no one said anything this time. Though this time she had enough… she not sure what made her run… it not really being something she normally do. But she seemed to want away from her parents.
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
|
|
|
+ Losing ground and falling faster+
*It was no surprise she wasn’t found in class, she had said she wouldn’t go. She hadn’t been to school since 4th grade, maybe 5th, and she didn’t plan on starting now. She doubted she would even know the work, she had been falling behind when she was in school and that was so long ago. She didn’t think Alec was the type to actually follow rules and go to class, she there wasn’t much worry about him not being there. She moved quickly down the hall way, it been a while since she saw him. slowing outside what she had finally found to be the boys dorm she reached out a hand, opening it with out knocking. She didn’t see the need, every other male was surely in class. She like him was on her first full day here, not where she was supposed to be. She didn’t much like private schools, having attended one for most of her life until she was kicked out for lack of attendance as well as doing drugs on the premises, as well as a few other choice actions that got her…well less then accepted by the administration. She wasn’t to happy about being back in one, so she refused to look the part. And with the black knee high suede boots, the black pleated skirt that barely reached her knees, and the white button up shirt that was left partially opened, she looked more like a school-aged prostitute more then a girl in a ‘private school’. She spotted him, sitting on the bed alone. She moved forward once more, pouncing on the bed, and onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck… it felt like forever since she saw him last*
+ Into a life that no one should have to live+
Name: Luka Haltinger
Nick Name: Luka, Lu, Luk, Ka, Hal
Age: 5 maybe 6
Gender: Female
Appearance: her hair is soft light almost platinum blonde when clean, but it rarely is in that state, and often appears almost brown in appearance, do the mix of dirt and blood. She is small, has a frail frame almost to the point she looks younger then she is. Shows obvious signs of malnourishment. She is fair skinned, which shows off bruises easily, as well as mud and blood. Usually has bruises, burns, and lacerations that mark her form.
Personality: She is quiet and withdrawn. She doesn’t trust adults and feels she has no reason too. Doesn’t like showing fear, and instead often turns it into anger, so in her new school she was labeled a trouble maker. Often violent, and is known for wild tangents when she gets upset. She pushes anyone who would want to help her away. She also doesn’t do well with other children, known for hurting them if she doesn’t get her way, or upset her in one way or other. She not often found playing anyway, she being more of the type that rather sit in a corner and just stay there away from everyone. She not very social, and even at her young age shows a strong lack of warmness towards anything living. She has an explosive personality, very easily upset and pushed to far. She is also unpredictable, you never knew how she would react to some things, and her reaction for something can change drastically in only seconds. Is prone to mood swings. Might suffer from a form of depression or other disorder.
History: She was raised in New York City most her life. She didn’t mind the city finding it easy to find food and a place to sleep at night when things got real bad. Her family was never rich, and they seemed to blame her for that. She one of those cases of “we could have been big, if it wasn’t for you” cases. Both parents abused her, physically, and emotionally it was never clear if anything else ever went on. When pre-school started (age 2ish), reports started being filed about her. her clothes never being clean, she never seeming to have enough food, if she had anything at all. Her body usually dirty and beaten up, bones randomly showing up broken. People got suspicious, but before anything got filed her parents up and moved, taking the battered child with them. Moving to a place where they hoped the stories wouldn’t follow. And to there luck it didn’t.. This time they lived in some cheap apartment. It didn’t take long though for the stories to resurface, the girls cries and the sound of the fight alerting the people downstairs. But no one said anything this time. Though this time she had enough… she not sure what made her run… it not really being something she normally do. But she seemed to want away from her parents.
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
|
|
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
|
Feedback: 