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Eyes of a fallen angel

icy blue eyes moved sullenly up to the human that had just entered beside her. sullen eyes looked up at the male before slowly trailing back down to her appendages. cadee tightened her appendages closer to her chest as she sat there, the chill becoming apparent on her porcelain skin. lifeless facade was silent as she had noticed the upset expression on his face as well. cadee noticed the silence that filled the air at this very moment. two individuals that obviously were unhappy with life. or, unhappy with something. cadee now noticed she had chose the complete opposite apparel of what she should have chosen. here it was. falling nightfall. and the temperature was dropping dramatically, but she failed to have the desire to get back on the road, and find her way home alone.

Eyes of a tragedy

Beautiful disaster

Back story Cadee Johnson was born to a prostitute and a cocaine addict in New York City, living an unhappy existance for the first seven years of her life in which she was abused and broken. She was a malnoutrished, and her parents would sell for her body in exchange for drugs or a place to spend the night. This hell continued until she was rescued by child services and lived in 'The House' as called by its juvinelle residents; the supposed makeshift home until services find you a foster home. There she took up a love for art and artwork, spending hour upon hour sketching portrait after portrait of her peers. It wasn't until Cadee was nine that she was adopted by a young couple in San Francisco unable to have children of their own. They offered her open arms, but Cadee was beyond saving at that point, plunging headfirst in the drug and party scene. Her many encounters with ODs and intoxications made her vunerable to rape, which she endured several times. Cadee ran away with who she thought was 'the one' on her 18th birthday, but the boy soon left her for another, leaving Cadee lost and alone in Los Angeles.

Enter stage left Cadee is slim from malnourishment and quite petite, but she doesn't always look it. Flaxen locks grace the cranium of the dove, a broken halo atop the head of a fallen angel. Her orbis are a startling ice blue with flecks of silver, the gray more prominent in different lighting. She is often seen in old or tattered clothing, but her attire is rarely dirty.

Playing the part Cadee is a cocaine addict and is susceptible to take up other drugs as well. She longs to be seen and aspires to be an actress, and where better to make it than LA? Cadee is very niave and the picture of innocence; she wears her heart on her sleeve. Cadee is very introverted and keeps to herself most of the time. She loves the arts and has a paticular fondness for painting. She is, simply put, a modern-day damsel in distress.

Flyin' down the street again