Laura Heart
Nov 12, 2014 22:27:44 GMT -5
Post by Laura Heart on Nov 12, 2014 22:27:44 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Laura Lee Heart
Nickname: Laur
Age: sixteen
Member Group: Student Sophmore
Power(s): Pixie Wings and Hallucinogenic Dust,
Laura has giant green lunar moth wings that created this odd white sparkly dust that made any one who inhaled the dust (Including her) high as balls. Her wings can retract back into her back but it hurts like a son of a bitch though so she doesn’t do it often. It sucks cause Laura basically have to cut wholes in her clothes for her wings. Laura can control the dust though, that’s probably great, since if she couldn’t Laura may accidentally get the entire school high.
Side effects: Pain in the back, if she tried hallucinogenic drugs they wouldn't effect her. Eventually her dust won't effect her.
Play By: Freya Tingley
Let it F L O W . . .
TRIGGER WARNING SUICIDE!!!
{July 28 Laura is 15}
Laura sat on the couch on the wall nearest the door. She could get herself off the couch and out the door in a matter of seconds. She just had to go one hour. The doctor across from her was some old guy with tiny round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose so that he had to look down through them. He probably thought they made him look sophisticated or something. She hated them, and they guy wearing them. He was full of the deepest, smelliest shit.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asked, his hands holding a pencil and a note pad.
“Not particularly.” She answered. He scribbled something down on the note pad.
“Why don’t you tell me something else then.”
“There are more deaths from people being crushed by vending machines then people being attacked by sharks.”
“Are you afraid of shark attacks or being crushed by a vending machine?”
She couldn’t help but pull a face at that question. Her nose wrinkled as her lips pierced. What the hell type of conclusion was that? “Nooo, it’s a fun fact. It was on a Snapple drink. When I was little.”
{July 5th Laura is 4 and 11 months.}
The Snapple can was cold in her tiny hands. She had to hold it with both hands, since her dad’s cup holder was broken. Her mom wouldn’t have let her get Snapple because of the glass bottle, but dad trusted her. Her and her dad winded down a country road in his old pick up truck.
“What does the cap say Laura?’ Her dad asked. He was a tall guy with a bushy red mustache, His red hair was normally neat but today it was being pushed around by the wind coming through the open window.
Laura’s chubby fingers flipped over the cap and wrinkled her brow. This was a game they played. Daddy would read something before her, then ask her what it said. Laura would try her best to make out the letters.
“There...are...more...D E A T H S” Laura said, hauntingly, spelling out the words she didn’t understand, waiting for her dad to fill in the blank.
“Deaths.”
“Deaths.. From...people....”
Reading the cap took till a few more minuets, but her dad waited, calmly, filling in the blanks. They drove through the woods, over a creek, and came up on the drive way of the O’rilley farm. It was a horse farm, specializing in breeding and training of race horses. It was also one of Mr. Hearts biggest client for his Vet practice. His son, Trevor, was Laura’s age. She didn’t really understand the idea of best friends, but if she had to guess she would call Trevor her best friends.
As their pick up truck pulled up to the large farm house and parked in front Trevor came running out in his shorts and t-shirt. His blond hair shinning in the light. Laura jumped out of the car, leaving the Snapple behind.
“I got a lizard!” Trevor said, his five year old tongue not quite able to get the z sound out.
“Cool! I want to see!” Laura responded, and the two ran off together into the house.
{April 7 Laura is 12 years old.}
Laura and Trevor sat in the back seats of their class room in St. Barbra’s Catholic Academy. Laura sat back, half sliding out of her chair. Her pencil tapped a quick beat on her desk while the teacher talked on and on about the stations of the cross as if every one didn’t already know them from every other religion class they had taken since they went to this God forsaken school.
Trevor slumped forward, holding his chin in his hand and jiggling his foot in a antsy manner. He rolled his eyes every few moments.
“Ever wonder if Jesus and Judith were dating and this whole crucifixion thing was one elaborate brake up?” Trevor murmmered to Laura. Laura laughed, shakeing her head slightly.
“Are you asking if I’ve ever wondered if our supposed lord and savior was ever in a gay relationship with the guy who ended up causing his death?”
“Yeah.”
“No but I can see it.”
St. Barbra’s Catholic Academy was the best school in Berea Kentucky. That of course was like being the tallest dwarf. Trevor and Laura had been going there since they were in kindergarten, Laura’s sister, Emily (who was two years older) had already graduated and moved on to St. Johns high school. She had told Laura that things weren’t much different there.
In there time at St. Barbra’s Laura and Trevor had managed to brake the standing record for most times sent to the Principles office. The two of them had a habit of arguing with the nuns about almost everything. Laura had been sent to the office last week for arguing that Adam and Eve couldn’t be literal because if they were the entire human race would have down syndrome. Trevor would argue that a book that had been translated so many times by so many people in positions of power had to be doctored at some point and to believe any thing else was possibly the most naive thing ever.
The bell rang and Laura Trevor got up grabbing their bags from the floor.
“So you coming to my house today?” Laura asked.
“Hell yeah.” Trevor said.
The two of them walked the two blocks to Laura’s house, there was never a moment of silence. The two of them had a language all there own, made up of sarcastic comments, sass, and references. The two of them stripped off the vest that was part of the school uniform. Laura’s skin was pale, her legs and arms were speckled with brown freckles. There were more on her back to the point where she her spine looked almost tan. With all the conversation going on the two of them were at Laura’s house before they knew it. As they entered the house Laura yelled, trying to locate her mother, who would be home at this point.
“Mom! Marco!”
“Polo” came the voice of Laura’s mother from the kitchen.
“Hey Mrs. H.” Trevor yelled as the two made their way’s to the kitchen.
{December 5, Laura is 14}
“I don’t know how to describe it Laur. It’s like I can’t breath. No matter how much I inhale my lungs feel empty. My heart doesn’t feel like its pumping blood any more. It’s just empty. Everything is empty. I’m empty.” Trevor said.
They were sitting on the swings in the local park. It was cold, and there was a layer of frost on the snow, so the park was abandoned.
“Is it like sadness?” Laura asked. She kept her eyes on Trevor, on how he looked at his feet and had this look of nothingness on his face.
“No...it’s more like nothing. There isn’t any feeling there. Sadness is at least something.”
There was a rare moment of silence between them. “I’m here Trev. I know that's not a lot and I know I don’t get it, but I’m here. If you need something, I’m here.”
Trevor looked up, and for a second there was that empty look on his face. Then smile. “I know Laura. I know.”
Years later Laura would hate that smile, and hate herself for believing it.
{June 8, Laura is 15}
Emily pulled up to Trevor’s house. Emily was going to Lexington to go shopping and had agreed to drop Laura off at Trevor’s. Trevor’s dad was out working with the horses and his mom worked week ends. This meant Trevor was probably asleep. Laura ran up the stares to his room.
His feet were dangling limply a few feet over the ground. His skin was pale and cold. His mouth hung open, and there was a note sitting on the dresser near him. Laura didn’t know when she started screaming or when she stopped. She must have stopped at some point though, at some point she must have got up, because at some point she was curled up in the hallway, phone pressed to her ear, 911 on the other end.
{July 28 Laura is 15}
“It must have been-” the shrink started but he was interrupted.
“Don’t even do that. You don’t get to do that.” Laura said. There was a sharp pain in between her shoulder blades.
Laura was only 5’4”, she had the build of a girl who grew up on the track and field team. She use to be on the track and field, but she quite after she walked in on Trevor’s...after she found what Trevor had done. She had quit a lot of things. She quit choir, but she had never been that good any way. Just an average alto. She had stopped playing piano, but that was just something she taught herself, not a real hobby. She would wake up, go to school, come back home, go to sleep. That was her life. Things had just become harder. It was harder to talk to people when all she could hear was the buzz of anger going on in her head. It was hard to get the energy to get up and walk to the shower and watch the grease out of her brown hair. It was hard to feel like there was any point in putting on make up over her brown eyes. Everything felt pointless.
“Do what Laura?”
“Do that. Do that thing where you try to relate to how this feels. This feels like hell. This is hell. This...” Laura’s back pain came back in a wave again. She moves her shoulder, trying to see if she could release the pressure.
“Are you okay Laura?”
“Yeah...its just...my back.” The feeling was growing stronger and stronger. It felt like something was pushing under her skin. Then suddenly there was a wave of pain, a feeling of her skin being ripped from her back. She was screaming again and on the floor. Something was moving under her shirt, under the tank top something light green and twitching was sticking out. Laura reached over and pulled lightly on...the wing.
{Augest 3 Laura is 15}
The week after the wings came, so did the people from Hammel. They called themselves recruters and said they could help Laura. It didn't matter weather or not it would help. It didn't matter if she wanted to go or not. She would go, because she saw the fear in her fathers eyes when he saw her wings for the first time. He didn't know what to do with this. He didn't know how to be her father when she had wings. They sat with her parents and talked about Laura's "situation". Laura sat on the couch, stareing straight ahead.
Laura packed her things, she hugged her parents, her sister, their Dog. She promised her mom she would come home for Thanksgiving, she promised her father she would call them and go to church on sunday. She promised to text her sister."
" Are you looking forward to the new school?” The recruter asked when they got in the car, looking at the rear view mirror to see the reflection of Laura Lee Heart.
“Oh yeah, really looking forward to this. Looking forward to this like one would look forward to a three year root canal.” Laura said
"It's not that bad, you'll make friends and have a life in no time."
Pressing her head against the window, Laura watched as the drive way to Trevor's house flew by them. "I don't need any more friends."
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Suzie
Age: 21
RP Experience: a few years but I stopped recently for personal reason.
How did you find us?: Ad on all things role play
Show your S K I L L S . . .
Simon continued his look across the river and tried to remind himself that Eric was technically right. He was in a new town where no one knew his face or his story. Still he didn't know about joining. He just kind of wanted to be left alone. Besides he wasn't even a joiner back in Detroit. He had been part of the Christian Athletes program but only because they asked him as the preachers son and not as Simon an actual human. In some way Simon hated that about Detroit. He was never just Simon he was Simon the Priest's kid.
"Yeah, I'm totally gonna join show choir. While I'm at it I'll ad my name to the list of volunteer punching bag for the schools local ass whole brigade. " He said with a laugh."Besides I don't sing and I'm not that good at sports." He said. He didn’t understand what the Carwins hated so much about being alone. He was alone a lot of the time now.
