Post by ! CASEY HAZEL SPARK on Feb 24, 2010 22:14:04 GMT -5
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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, hey there. i'm casey hazel spark, but you can call me casey. some people shorten it to case, but that's about it. i've never really been given any other nicknames or anything like that. my dad used to call me caseface, but that was when i was a little girl. and he didn't stick around, so neither did the nickname, to be quite honest. i never really liked it anyway. it was annoying. i've always really liked my name though. especially my last name. i just think spark is a cool name. so, whatever. moving on now, right? i'm heterosexual. i have no interest in the other sex, although i'm all for gay marriage if that's how you swing. i'm eighteen years old, yeah, totally legal. but it's a new legal. i only turned eighteen last march fifth. i can now vote, enlist in the army, buy cigarettes, and all the porn i want. i won't be able to vote until 2012, when the next election comes around. i don't want to enlist in the army. i don't smoke, and i don't watch porn. therefore, being eighteen isn't that great. i promise. as of right now, i'm unemployed. i don't have a job, and i don't see myself getting one anytime soon. i'm not in college, i simply graduated high school this past summer. i don't have the resume to get myself a job, but i don't really need one. i get my money my own way. you probably won't like this, but i'm a really good thief. i don't know how i got the skill, but one day i tried it, and it worked. now i'm stuck with it, and it's how i get my money. i don't have much family around, so it's hard to get by. you'd be surprised at how easily i can get your wallet in and out of your jacket pocket, or how quickly i get get something from your purse. i mean, it's not something i'm particularly proud of, seeing as it makes me a criminal. i don't run around telling people this. "
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 i'll just start off by telling you what kind of person i am. or what i think i am. and then what people think of me. okay, here goes. generally, i think i'm an okay girl. i'm not mean, or rude, and i try not to lie. i'm a thief, yeah, but that's just how i get by. i know it makes me a bad person, but i have to live with it. and i've learned to, so i don't even care anymore. people tell me i'm a sweetheart. i'm friends with this guy who's into some pretty bad stuff, but he tells me all the time that i'm too innocent to be a criminal. he says that one day i'll get eaten alive by some of the people i hang around with in the slums of sydney. i'm not that innocent though. i'm guilty of countless thefts. i'm not a virgin, and i drink sometimes. not all the time, but sometimes. i've gotten wasted a few times in my life. my biggest fear is being getting caught stealing and getting thrown in jail. i'm five feet and four inches tall. i weigh about one hundred and ten pounds. jail would not go over well for me. i would probably, literally, be eaten alive in there. and then, trivially, i'm afraid of thunderstorms. they just scare me, okay? the thunder and the lightning, and the downpour. it's not okay. at all. however, i'm not afraid of spiders or things like that. i'm good with all types of bugs and animals. i'm not afraid of heights or the dark. nope. mostly just being caught and thunderstorms. i'm not sure what my biggest goal is. maybe to make something of myself? i don't know. i'm content where i am. i get by off my sticky fingers and i have some really good friends, even if they are wanted for various crimes. some of them just didn't have good starts. like me. so don't judge us.
now i'll tell you what i like and don't like. i like music, underground venues, the downtown nightlife, basement parties, raves, dressing up, stickers, sports, football, piercings, tattoos, loud music, thick blankets, stuffed animals, zebras, wild animals, animal shelters, rescue shelters, animal planet, world peace, being green before it was trendy to do so, stealing, balmain district, kings cross, disney characters, the outback, european cities, when it's sunny outside, warm weather, hot summers, the beach, surfing, the reef, sunscreen, taking care of herself, mints, gum, chocolate, twizzlers, fruity things, fruit in general, healthy foods, reading, writing, school, online college courses, getting an education, having an education, drinking occasional alcoholic beverages, getting tipsy on those rare occasions, spring break getaways, tropical locations, vacations south, relationships, holding hands, the beatles, old school rock music, stealing kisses, dying her hair, trying new things, experimenting with clothing and style, painting, sketching, designs, hanging out with her friends, scary movies, original ideas, being herself. i don't like being on my own, rap music, bad music, generic music, disrespect, being lied to, being told what to do, being uneducated, losing, war, global warming, getting too drunk too often, alcoholics, smokers, stoners, crime solving shows, her family, sour things, spicy foods, soda, tea, over eating, under eating, gaining weight, girls who are afraid to get dirty, misplacing items, losing games, losing in general, romance movies, romance novels, cliches, being misread or misunderstood, boredom, boring people, bad stories, bad jokes, killing a punchline, people who only think of themselves, show offs, people who need to be the center of attention, workaholics, people who take themselves too seriously, being so petite, when her hair is curly, when her roots start to show. "
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.
" let me start with my childhood, because that might actually explain a lot about me. it's not exaclty like i grew up knowing i wanted to be a thief, okay? so basically, i was born in melbourne, australia, which isn't too far from here, i guess. my parents were young when they had me. my mom was twenty and my dad was twenty one. i wasn't planned, and i don't think i was all that wanted, either. however, my parents struggled to sustain their lives and me at the same time. my father stayed in college while my mother dropped out to take care of me full time. for a while, it was actually pretty okay. things went fairly smoothly. my dad balanced out school and work, and my mom started working in the evenings when my dad came home. we all lived in this little shabby apartment. it wasn't dirty, but it wasn't beautiful either. it was what you would expect from such a young family. hell, i was only an infant. as a little girl, my parents didn't really have to worry about me so much. my mom always used to say that i was too smart for my own good. i caught onto things quickly, and i learned how to get away with stuff. and we're talking at four or five here. i taught myself how to read before i even started any form of school. my parents didn't know where i got it from, since neither of them had even been full of intellect. but they raised me as best as they could. or at least, that's what i'm assuming.
my dad left when i was eight. i don't remember much about him, except a decent amount of his looks and a few brief moments. he wasn't around much since he was at school and work all the time, so. i do remember how he and my mom always fought, and i remember how she cried the day he left. i know better now, but as an eight year old girl, i took the blame. i was so convinced that it was all my fault that he left and my mommy was sad. i walked around with that blame until i finally grew out of it as a teen. i was never angry at my father for leaving. i should have been, and most teens would have been, but i wasn't. i just couldn't feel that hatred towards him. i knew that for eight years, he worked hard to support my mother and i. i know that he only left because he was trying to do what was best for himself. sure, he didn't think much of the family, but i can't blame him for wanting out. because that's almost exactly what i did. but that's later. so high school went alright. i had plenty of good friends, a few enemies. i had my fair share of boyfriends, like any other girl. it was average. it was what everyone else in the world experienced. i played beach volleyball for my school and got by with nearly perfect marks. i had always liked school. i was good at it. i was good with learning, reading, writing, math. it all clicked. my social life consisted of the occasional party on the weekend, a few dates here and there, and maybe a few sleep overs. i spent most of my time studying and at practices. i was involved.
when i was sixteen, things started to crash at home. my mom lost her job and she couldn't seem to find another. she was always miserable, but she was trying. she tried to smile when she was around me, and she tried to tell me things would be okay. i knew better. she knew i knew better. somehow, she managed to keep the apartment, but we gave up a lot of stuff to keep it. and it was that same year that i realized how sticky my fingers really were. i remember that my mom complained a lot about money, and how it was always so tight and she didn't know if we could eat that day. so one day in the girls' locker room, a few purses were out and i managed to make a pretty good profit from what was inside of them. it started out with small things like that. i would just dig through unattended bags, or grab a few dollars when no one was looking. eventually though, i developed the skill to steal right out of someone's jacket pocket. it was honestly the most amazing day of my life. how i did it, i have no idea. i just, stuck my hand in, grabbed the money out of the wallet, and put it back in. the guy never even noticed. i started bringing home a lot more money for my mom, and of course i would stash away a small percentage for myself for the future. she never asked how i got it, but she appreciated it. when i graduated, i left. my mom was doing okay off of whatever she was working as and the money i gave her. i needed out of that tiny apartment. so i came to sydney. "
you can call me lex. 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 lisa ruocco's face, she falls into the criminals. just in case you're looking for me, i also play delaney noah cooper. did you hear about the word? ADMIN EDIT is the word. k, let's do this.
too lazy.