Post by lynnie on Mar 7, 2010 15:55:19 GMT -5
- - - - - cordelia kevyn giles.
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WELCOME TO SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. FIRST, WE NEED TO GET TO KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOU. TELL US YOUR NAME, NICKNAMES, AGE, JOB, ETC.
"Well hi, I guess, me name's Cordelia Kevyn, but most people call me Cordy, or even just Cordelia. I'm nineteen years old, born on February 14th, and at the moment I'm unemployed, but soon, I hope in becoming a writer. "
NOW TELL US ABOUT YOUR LIKES, DISLIKES, AND JUST YOUR PERSONALITY IN GENERAL. WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? BE DESCRIPTIVE SO WE CAN GET TO KNOW THE REAL YOU.
"I guess it's safe to say that I'm really a good person. Despite what I've done in the past that is. OK, not really, but I am outgoing, and enjoy learning what others have to say. To say the least, I'm a seductress. Since I turned eighteen, I've seduced men for their money, and once I've got it -- meaning, once I've married them -- me boyfriend of four years __ Summers, kills them and we run away. I think there have been like... Two so far? I don't know. I don't exactly keep track.
Anyway, to say the least, when I'm being who I am meant to be, I'm a nice, innocent girl, kinda child-like, and maybe even a bit of a stereotypical blond, but that could just be me. "
LET'S DIVE INTO YOUR HISTORY. NOTHING IS TOO PERSONAL. TELL US ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE FROM AND HOW YOU ENDED UP IN THE LAND DOWN UNDER.
"I grew up in a small town in Ireland called "Galway". Simple town, nothing much going on, but I liked it anyway. I grew up with mainly two sisters and a brother, and we were actually really close. Apart from my siblings, I had one best friend. His name was -- -- Summers. He and I hung out all the time, he was basically my second brother, we were that close. I don't really remember half of my life, because I have a pretty bad memory, but yeah. I think I was fifteen when Summers and I became a couple. It happened really fast actually. We did the couple thing, but once we graduated, we had better goals and dreams.
The first man was Alexander Edwards. He was like Fourty-Nine and owned like this huge company or something. Summers and I followed him around for a few days before I were to "bump" into him. It only took about six months before we were married and only a day to kill him and leave with his money. We moved to California for a while while we seduced and killed another. The second one was more fun. He was older than Alexander had been, maybe sixty, but it took less time than it had for Alexander, and Summers and I moved here to Sydney. We've decided to take a bit of a break, here just to spend some time together, just us. I'm kind of excited, but I've had fun seducing the men as well, I just hope the next one is younger than the others were. I think I deserve it. "
you can call me Kaitlyn. i'm spinning sixteen tracks on my record and i hang out in the eastern timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using kristen bell's face, she falls into the criminals. just in case you're looking for me, i also play just Cordy. did you hear about the word? bottom of the ocean is the word. k, let's do this.
She enjoyed school. Actually, it was the only thing she did like about her day. Now, you may be thinking, "what crazy person actually likes school?" It really wasn't the actual classes that she liked-- though, she did like learning and studying-- but it was more the fact that she was able to get out of school. She begged her mother to let her go to Oakdale after receiving the scholarship for academic excellence. Charlotte had been reluctant thinking only of the clients and her "business", but in the end agreed.
The school bell echoed through the halls of Oakdale signaling the end of the day. Miami looked down at her notebook and sighed. She really didn't want to go home and have to face her mother and her job, but she knew that she had to, or else it would be worse. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Miami closed her notebook and placed it and her pen into her bag before leaving the class, a small wave to her teacher as she left. She didn't bother to go to her locker as she had everything she needed, but slipped into the bathroom instead. She placed her bag on the floor and stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. This was the last she was going to see of Miami Angel the school girl. When she got home, or even in the car with her mother, she'd be Miami Angel, the prostitute.
Running a hand through her dark hair, Miami picked up her bag and sighed. It was just going to be another night, and she hoped that tonight she wouldn't get any of the abusive clients. Those were the worse. She still had bruises from last month from a very drunk client who thought it would be fun to slap her around. Miami wiped the tears that had sprung to her eyes and walked out of the bathroom, her head held high as she made her way into the parking lot and into the car where her mother sat at the wheel, a very stern look on her face. "You're late." Charlotte Angel said looking at her daughter. Miami looked down as she fastened her seat belt and nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry mother. I had to use the bathroom." Miami said looking at her mother with sincerity in her eyes. Charlotte looked away from Miami and through the windshield as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street to their home. The car ride was quiet. Miami looked calm over in the passenger seat as she anticipated the arrival home. She knew what she had to do when she got there, even though she didn't like it. She wished that she could be like any other girl her age; chasing after boys her own age, hanging out at the mall and playing with her siblings as a good big sister. But since she was nine, she knew that she wouldn't be able to have any of that.
The moment that they arrived home, Miami got out of the car and headed for the door. She waited for her mother to unlock it before heading in. She'd started up the stairs when her mother stopped her for a moment. "Mimi." Charlotte had said. Miami turned around at the nickname she hated so, but didn't react. "Yes mother?"
"Hurry up and get changed. Your first client should be here soon." Miami looked down and hesitantly nodded. "Yes mother." She said, and with that made her way up stairs and into her room. The sight wasn't even the best, clothes were thrown in random places, magazines were piled on the dresser, and posters of random celebrities lined the walls. Miami placed her bag onto her bed and started to pick up the clothes. Once she'd finish that she went into her closet and changed into her outfit for the evening. A grey mini dress, a white thong and silver heels. Once she was changed, she went to the mirror and reapplied her make-up and tied her curls into a set of pigtails. She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. Only eleven months left until she would be free of this. Eleven more months and she would be able to leave her mother and be free.
Miami strayed away from her mirror and to her bed. She flopped down on the pink comforter, and opened a couple of books. She might as well do some work before her first client came. The moment of the night that she dreaded the most. She hoped tonight would be a good night. She deserved at least one.