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darkening street corners beckoned a lonely, mournful tune, and the population of the metro was asleep, dancing in their dreams, trapped in their nightmares. but here she was, distinctly alone in the uncalled for sojourn that contravened the decrepit fringe and bled into the quietest places. the picture of innocence; toussled array of dull platinum tresses drive flaxen remains across a somber countenance, the ivory planes of a distinct and jaded lineage. she was so complicated, so beyond saving. so rigid and tense. so battered and yet so strong. she looked so vulnerable, resting atop the low wall surrounding the area, an irresistable aura surrounding her seemingly somber entirity. platinun locks are in disarray, a tangled and wind-tousled halo atop the brujas delicate facade. pale digits pull the peds towards her chest and dial is lowered, the vintage alabaster dress she had chose to adorn this evening failing to provide a supple heart source in the chilly night. her icy oids fixate upon scuffed Converse, her petite ribcage expanding with the intake of breath expelled slowly as she clutched her appendages tighter to her bust. her deficient condition was beginning to reflect in her elctric blue cores, the rogue visibly shivering now, struggling to remain comfortable as the chilling tendrils of the wind engulfed the slender and coatless wraith. cadee chose to stay outside of the lodge for unknown reasons. wait, she knew the reasons. failure to be accepted. 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 former 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 | ||
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