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Post by DAWN BROOKS on Aug 26, 2011 17:04:29 GMT -5
[style=font-size: 42px; font-family: garamond; margin-right: 40px; text-align: right; color: ffffff; text-shadow: #555555 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -7px; letter-spacing: 2px;] we could have had it all,[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true]
[atrb=height,350,true][atrb=cellpadding,6px,true][cs=2][atrb=background,http://i27.tinypic.com/ossaht.jpg,true][style=line-height: 14px; font-size:11px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-family: courier new; background-color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: center; color: #555555; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]you're gonna wish you never had met me[/style] | [style=width: 305px; height: 353px; background-color: ffffff; margin-left: 5px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #555555; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;mopacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]It wasn't the rising sun that had made Dawn sit up rather fast making black dots race along the edges of her vision. She was still rather groggy as it was clear she didn't have enough sleep. She couldn't help but stare down the children passing through the park. It was their fault that Dawn wasn't sleeping, their fault she was awake. She grimace slightly as she decided they weren't worth her anger. Besides, she was too tired to really do anything else but sit on the park bench in a rather grumpy mood. She wanted to yell at the children but by the time she was awake enough to focus her anger at the kids they were long gone.
Dawn sighed slowly as she lifted a hand to scratch her head. She couldn't help but regret it as she could feel her bright pink hair sticking up in random places, she should have put it up before she fell asleep but now she had to deal with a bunch of knots. She yet a small growl escape her throat, she knew it was rather primeval but she felt slightly better for doing so. She glanced towards the rising sun and knew she still had time before she had to get ready for work. She pushed off the new paper that had covered her while she slept. Although she felt disheveled she had gotten a great sleep compared to normal. Usually when she slept outside she just claimed a spot on the ground but she quickly decided she enjoyed park benches much more as it was much warmer. She knew she was going to run into problems when winter came around but she would worry about that when the time came.
Dawn grumbled a long string of swear words as she slowly stood up. It didn't take her long to fall back onto the bench as she was nowhere close to awake and ready to go. Sure, she was going to be early to work but she liked to show up really early so no one saw her while she was so out of it. She would fix herself up once she got to work, that way she could use the running water and the few supplies she left at her work. She couldn't really remember if she was going to the books tore or the coffee shop but it didn't really matter at this point as she was no where near ready to go. She slowly stood up forcing her muscles to work. She stretched for a long period of time as she could feel the aches and pains from sleeping on such a hard surface. It was still worth the heat. She glanced over to the swing set as they swung ever so slightly on their rusty hinges. It would have seemed rather eerie but Dawn was too tired to really think straight. She instead waddled over to the closest swing and plopped down on the black plastic seat. She pushed off the ground ever so slightly so she rocked back and forth ever so slightly. [/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;] [/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;] [/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
[/u] OPEN "NOTES"[/u] DATE ○ September Tenth TIME ○ around 8 AM WEATHER ○ Rather clear, sun is still rising and it is kind of crisp. made by SPOT[/u] on OTE![/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by DELILAH MARCHOSIAS on Sept 21, 2011 20:24:05 GMT -5
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Stretching out her limbs, Delilah’s hazel eyes lazily gazed up at the blue sky overhead as she walked the city streets. It was pretty early for her to be awake, but considering that she slept over her client’s house… Well, he had pretty much kicked her out before his girlfriend or whatever made it over there. Not that she minded at all; she was pretty used to it by now and she hated developing relationships of any sort. The less contact she had with the man, the better it would be for her. Besides, if he were to develop any feelings for her, she would avoid him like the very plague.
A soft groan escaped her lips as she wrapped her thin white coat around her body, keeping herself warm from the very chill air. She really didn’t like the cold, but it was far better than the damn heat. And besides, the cool air was relatively refreshing to her in a way aside from the dingy smell of the streets. But after a lifetime filled with rich perfumes and the like, she had developed a predilection for natural (and sometimes pungent) smells rather than any damned perfumes; unless her clients like it, of course.
The pale femme’s heels clicked against the sidewalk as she aimlessly wandered, staring at the things that passed her by. Really, it was probably time she headed home and got ready for the rest of today, but she didn’t feel like doing anything at the moment. In fact, she just felt like spending the day doing nothing for once and doing whatever she pleased. It was a pleasant enough day from what she could make of.
“Momma!”
A sudden cry from a child caught Delilah’s attention, causing her to momentarily frown. That’s when she felt something attach itself to her leg. Immediately, she stared down at the offending object, glowering at the face of a small blonde child. A little boy had attached himself to her leg and called her momma. This little brat is obviously missing a few screws, she told herself as she kept staring at the offending child who had a smile on his face. A perfectly innocent, cheery smile plastered on his face. Oh, how she hated children.
“I am not your mother, you brat. Now get off!” she growled, shaking her leg free from the child’s grasp. Once she was sure that he was no longer holding onto her, Delilah quickly made her way down the street alone. However, that was short-lived when she felt something small tackle her from behind and cling to her leg once again. Begrudgingly, she stopped in her tracks and looked down only to be greeted with the same small child. For the love of toast, what the hell?
“Listen kid, I am not your mother, so let go of me and get the hell away,” she stated flatly, glaring daggers at the young boy. It didn’t surprise her at all that it didn’t faze him and he stood there with a goofy smile on his face while he looked at her.
“Momma.”
If she could hit her head against the wall right now, she would. How could this kid be so stupid as to call her momma? “I am no-“ But her protests fell on deaf ears as the little kid pointed to the park in front of them.
“Park, Momma! Park! Me want park!”
Frustrated eyes looked at the place in front of her, a small idea popping into her head. Perhaps the twerp’s real mother was there and she could return the little burden back to her. If not… well, she was sure that Titiana could use a new protégé. Her eyes fell back onto the little child, her face lacking emotion as she simply nodded and the child ran off towards the park in jubilance, following at a leisurely pace.
Oh, and forget what she said about the day not being so bad.
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Post by DAWN BROOKS on Oct 10, 2011 1:31:37 GMT -5
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Dawn squinted her eyes trying to focus on anything but the realization she would have to go to work today. Her hair didn't help as she could feel the knots within her pink mop of hair. She slowly tried a second attempt to see how bad her situation was. Her fingers gently brushed the back of her skull slightly trying to weave them through the giant masses of knots. She heaved a sigh of frustration and threw her hands down back onto the chains of the swing. She glanced down at the sand beneath her, swaying back and forth in blurs of speed. She hadn't been on a swing set in forever and it seemed to make her not as angry. If anything she was almost at peace for a moment. It was when she was flung from her distraction paradise by a small little girl did she realize she could totally murder a child and get away with it.
Dawn's eye drifted towards the girl in a rage that made her feel scared of herself. Her eyes darted toward the mother that was behind the girl. She stood up from her swing seat and strutted toward the mother in full long strides. It was when she noticed the women's face lacked emotion did she doubt herself. She glanced between the so called mother and the child and so no connections between the two. Yet the girl still called her mommy. Dawn crossed her arms mid stride and stood tall with way too much pride for a homeless person. "Do you need a leash for your daughter? Cause you should get the matching muzzle to shut it up!" She called flipping her knotted pink hair over her shoulder. At this rate she wasn't going t have enough time to clean herself up before work. [/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
[/u] DELILAH, OPEN "NOTES"[/u] OMG! I am sooo sorry I completely forgot about this thread! I shall repay you with my eternal apologies! P.s. Sorry Dawn is a bit of a bitch >.> made by SPOT[/u] on OTE![/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by DELILAH MARCHOSIAS on Oct 10, 2011 11:50:34 GMT -5
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Hazel eyes darted to and fro, in search for a sign of any sort that the little twerp’s mother was somewhere nearby looking for the blonde girly boy. Much to her chagrin, all she was getting were a few bewildered stares from adults that she passed by and a few apprehensive looks from other little children that were running around the park. For a small moment, Delilah questioned why the hell they were staring at her like that (not that she didn’t mind the attention) until she realized her apparel was a bit too racy to be around children. She doubted many adults would wear a form-fitting blue halter dress that showed off too much cleavage or leg. Eh, but what could she do?
Making sure her coat wrapped around her to fully cover her up as she didn’t feel like having a cop stop her and hit her with public indecency, she stopped for a moment to look for the kid. Where the hell did the little future failure go? A sudden chipper squeal alerted the pale woman of the blonde’s location. It seems like he was going to the swings or whatever. With a groan, she begrudgingly followed after the little ball of energy, stopping next to a bench adjacent to the swings. If the brat’s stupid mother wasn’t around here, then maybe she shouldn’t be here wasting her time and just send the kid over to Titiana. She enjoyed teaching children after all…
Pulling out her HTC Trophy, she dispassionately began rummaging through her phone in search of her former mentor’s phone number. However, her search for the number was so rudely interrupted by a harsh voice.
"Do you need a leash for your daughter? Cause you should get the matching muzzle to shut it up!"
Silently, Delilah raised a delicate brow at the pink-haired woman while her hazel eyes glared. Just who the hell did this hobo think she was talking to? But what caught her attention the most was that she was referring to the little blonde brat as a girl. A cruel smirk made its way onto Delilah’s face while she let out a low chuckle, rolling her eyes at the pinkette. “Someone obviously needs to get her pretty blue eyes checked… That little blonde thing is a boy, not a girl. But I suppose a hobo such as yourself wouldn’t know that; you probably lack a proper education.”
Yes, Delilah would admit to being a bitch. She doesn’t care for horrible names because she’s used to them. And besides, she wasn’t going to be civil towards a hobo of all people; much less so if said hobo decided to yell at her. Uncaring of what the little disheveled femme thought of her, the silver-haired woman sat right on the bench with her legs crossed as she continued her search for Titiana’s phone number. However, when she realized the homeless girl was still near her, Delilah let out a bit of a sneer.
“You’re honestly still here? Don’t you have a street corner to go to so you can beg money from a bunch of morons?”
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Post by DAWN BROOKS on Oct 10, 2011 16:59:54 GMT -5
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Dawn rolled her eyes, there was no way she could tell she was a hobo just cause she looked like a mess first thing in the morning. She glanced down at herself and blushed slightly. Her black skinny jeans were clearly worn out and her beige top use to be white but clearly had been over worn. Dawn bit back the tears that wanted to escape her eyes, the focus on keeping herself from crying had distracted her from everything around her. Her anger was replaced with a sorrow that was ready to consume her and her once fierce mouth quivered ever so slightly.
Dawn just listened as the women insulted her yet again. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she couldn't help the fact that tears were now streaming down her face. She looked at the women with a newfound anger. She glared at the child who was still pretty oblivious to her but that didn't make the cross dressing child any less annoying as every so often a small squeal could be heard. Dawn didn't know to be angry at the women or just wallow in her own sadness. She opened her mouth to yell at her once more but the only thing that escaped her mouth was a sob as she started crying more intensely.
Her blue eyes blurred with the tears blocking her vision, the women clearly had confidence and power which Dawn wanted so badly. She wanted to get mad but she couldn't help but feel jealous of the women in almost every way. She wanted to beat her up or yell at her that she didn't choose to be a homeless person. NO matter how hard Dawn tried to express her frustration and anger she just kept on sobbing. Life hated her, and she didn't even have any power to fight it back. Why couldn't she be more like the women who had reduced her to tears in a matter of seconds. She crumpled to the floor not caring if her outfit got dirty, she was a hobo anyway, wasn't that what she was suppose to do? get dirty and be disgusting. The thoughts of hobo's only made her cry harder.
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[/u] DELILAH, OPEN "NOTES"[/u] Sorry for giving you like nothing to work off of. I am also sorry that all she did was cry but she is kind of a cry baby. made by SPOT[/u] on OTE![/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by DELILAH MARCHOSIAS on Oct 10, 2011 22:57:15 GMT -5
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You can always leave him here... he's not yours to worry about anyways, she told herself. It was the truth. The stupid kid had convinced himself that she was his mother and she most definitely wasn't. She could just leave the blondie there and let him burden someone else.
Finally decided on what she would do, Delilah stood up from the bench and straightened out her clothes. Just as she was about to walk away, she noticed that the female hobo that had had the audacity to talk down to her only a few moments ago was still standing there. Frown washing over her face, she was about to yell at her for being a moron. But then she noticed something. Was the pink-haired woman... crying? Was she really standing there like a kicked puppy?
A little whimpering sob affirmed Delilah's suspicions while the pinkette fell to the ground crying, making the pale-haired woman smile. Now, it wasn't a pleasant smile at all. It was a pleased smile, sure. But it was far more sinister underneath. The pale woman kneeled down in front of the shattered girl, tilting her head to the side with a cruel smile painted on her face.
"Oh, is the little baby crying? Oh, poor thing... it must be horrible to be this pathetic." A soft chuckle erupted from Delilah's lips, patting the girl's head before standing straight up again. It was so pathetically sad seeing people play the damned victim all the time. And this hobo girl crying over her comment was definitely no exception.
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Post by DAWN BROOKS on Oct 11, 2011 23:06:14 GMT -5
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Dawn wiped her wet eyes with the back of her hand as she was met with the cocky smile of this bitch standing in front of her. She could have sworn she had even pat her head. It was what she had said to Dawn that had her ready to punch her in the mouth any second now. Who was she to be calling her cry baby. Pathetic was just the icing on the cake. She knew nothing about Dawn but she didn't care at this point. She had to take shaky breathes to try and control herself.
"Does that mean I have to dress like a whore to be less pathetic? Or do I need to drag around my faggity-ann little boy?" She declared in a harsh tone. She was surprised in herself actually as the words came flying out of her moth, she was actually kinda proud of herself. Who is this bitch to go around making me feel like shit! Dawn could still feel the weight pushing down on her chest still urging her she still had to cry but she was too furious to feel any other emotion. She could swear her emotion capacity was only one at a time. She glared at the women determined not to be out done. She shall have the last word and Dawn will be the top bitch. She'll teach that other bitch not to be such a bitchity bitch!
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Post by DELILAH MARCHOSIAS on Oct 23, 2011 18:26:11 GMT -5
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The retort made Delilah stare at the pathetic hobo female for a moment. Well, well! It seems that the hobo wasn't so pathetic as she had initially thought she was. Albeit that she did insult her, it didn't matter much to the albino-girl. It fact, the femme's reaction to the comment was an impressed grunt and a wicked smile. Perhaps she could find a way to have some fun with the pinkette before making her cry some more. The hobo was funnier and far more entertaining when she was crying like a pathetic child.
“My, someone sure has a temper,“ Delilah declared in a taunting voice before she let out an amused chuckle. “It seems you really don’t get what it is to survive in a horrendous world such as this, so let me clarify what it is to be less pathetic. You, my dear little wretched hobo, are the most pathetic thing I have had the misfortune to lay my eyes on. My choice in being the way I am comes from the fact that I depend on no one. I do what I want when I want and honestly, I can give less than a damn what scum like you think of me.”
This being said, the hazel-eyed woman sat back down on the bench with a smug smile washing over her features before pulling out a penny from her pocket and throwing it at the pink-haired girl. “Look now, you’re a penny richer. Don’t waste it all in one place,” she cooed viciously before glancing at the little blonde metrosexual brat that was running around shrieking again. That kid had to go and had to go now. But she knew for a damned fact that the little twerp wouldn’t leave her alone if it saw her walking away. She’d just have to figure out what to do with the little blondie.
The sudden vibrating of her phone caught her attention, making Delilah pull out the phone from her pocket and look at the caller ID. And as if some sort of divine deity heard her, it had sent her dear friend Victor to call her. Without so much as a hesitation, she quickly answered the phone and put it to her ear. “Well I’ll be damned, you sure called a good time. I need you to pick up this little blonde brat that keeps following me around and send him over Titiana’s way.”
While she was on the phone, she completely ignored all that those around her. But of course, that didn’t keep the albino girl from sending a small scowl towards the pinkette.
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