Cassahra Stone May 10, 2010 14:15:11 GMT -5
Post by Cassahra Stone on May 10, 2010 14:15:11 GMT -5
CASSAHRA RAE STONE[/size]
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Name: SKYLAR YOURMOM
Age: I JUST NAMED MY LIBIDO
Roleplaying Experience: YOU'RE JEALOUS
How you found the site: --LOVE MAYA?
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Name: Cassahra Rae Stone
Hair Color: dark brown
Eye Color: N/A
Skin Tone: dark brown
Wealth: Ah... depends on how many people she sexes? between poor and on the streets, yo.
Sexual Orientation: She calls herself straight, and just gay for pay, but that may just be because gfp gets you more money.
Why they are in La Campana: As she was a victim of a crime as a child, when Vice brought her in they went for the rehabilitate approach.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick[/size][/center]
being read to
people who think prostitutes are items
...considerate (meaning, asking her, even if they are rough)
a liar (read: someone who doesn't pay agreed price, or at all)
-adjusts her sunglasses
-hums under her breath
-to be able to sing with sex on the side, instead of the other way around.
-to find Melody.
-to put their father under ground or behind bars.
Appearance: Cassahra is on the short side, though not terribly so. She appears shorter than she is simply because eyes are often drawn to her curves and tend to ignore the space in between. A successful seller of goods must showcase their wares, after all. Also, if you are too busy oogling round hips and large assets, usually less than decently clothed, to notice the overly-large sunglasses covering half her face, and the face that she hardly ever is facing you completely, then... this is good. Cassa's lips are plump and playful and ready to smile, but the rest of her face...
The rest of her face, usually hidden away, is a mess. Her right eye is completely gone, empty socket sewn over and now just a place for harsh, pearly scar tissue to tendril out from. Most of her right eyebrow is lost to this, too, and a few faint lines disappear into the hairline. The scar tissue extends across the nose to the left eye, which is still here, but blank and unseeing, with a slice through it. It's no wonder she keeps her sunglasses on.
Personality: For a girl of her situation, Cassahra is uncommonly cheerful. In fact, you could almost go so far as to call in uncanny. Some could blame this on the fact that Cassahra sometimes appears not not be entirely there. Even before she lost her eyesight, she had serious trouble learning to read and write. Dyslexic. The only thing she could read was music, it seemed, and that is something that has stayed with her, even through her loss of sight. Music is something that never fails to bring a smile to her face.
Cassahra is flirting with you the moment she says hello, and if spurned will continue on as though her initial intention had always been to make a new friend. If not spurned, she is not bashful, and will take the situation as far as her partner lets it. She wears many masks for her job, which are often mistaken for her. She is happiest when singing or smoking weed. Both, she claims, help her see.[/font]
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Father: Lon Stone, age 36
Mother: Olive Stone (deceased, age 24)
Sibling/s: Melody Stone, age 13
Other important relatives: N/A
History: Warning: Violence and sexual themes. And a swear.
Once upon a time, Cassahra Stone was born to a normal (seventeen year old) mother and a normal (deadbeat) father, in Chicago. The mother's family felt bad enough to throw them rent every month, but Daddy had to work for food, and as soon as Mommy could, Mommy had to work for food, 'cause Daddy had to work for booze. Cassa sat in a crib and ate crackers and sometimes managed to crawl out and look around. She wished for a sister every Christmas, birthday, Saturday. Melody was two years younger than her, but they were immediately as close as twins. Cassahra rarely cried, but Melody cried every time Cassa left for school until she finally got to tag alone.
Sure, their dad was a drunk and their mother was losing it, but they didn't know that. They thought they were the perfectly normal family. Sometimes Mommy even gets them to play hide and seek and they go hide in a closet and cover their eyes, just like Mommy says, and pretend they can't hear Mommy screaming (sometimes Cassa plays by herself, while Melody cries).
One day, though, Cassahra brings Melody to the closet and remembers she left her school bag on the floor in the kitchen. Daddy hates that, oh Daddy hates that so much. So she creeps downstairs, only Mommy isn't screaming anymore, and she begins to gasp. There is red everywhere, and her head starts to spin. And then she sees, she sees Mommy, but Don't scream, love. Don't scream or the monsters will hear you' (that's why the monsters only get Melody, because Melody screams) so she doesn't scream, she runs and grabs her backpack and hides under the table, and there's the phone, sitting there, so she dials 911 like the teacher tells them to do when everything turns red. And she tells the nice lady that her Mommy's face and Daddy's bottle got in an argument and Mommy lost. The sirens echo through her ears, and she smiles, because sirens mean Mommy will be okay. Because sirens help-
But Daddy is faster than the sirens, and he yanks the phone out of her trembling hands with a crack, and she starts to cry Don't scream don't scream don't scream but the monster's already found her, so what does it matter? don't scream don't scream don't look up.
The bottle digs deep into her shoulder. She screams, and the tears obscure the last thing she'll ever see, as she looks up at Daddy's angry face, and the broken bottle catches the light.
Huh. That's pretty.
She doesn't remember much after that. But when she wakes up, Mommy is gone (really gone) and Daddy is running away and he took Melody (that bastard, he took her Melody). And Cassahra is passed around to many families, but they are all the same because she can't see them, and they don't try to see her. Some sound like pity, others just sound disgusted. She can't do much of anything, at first, but slowly, touch creates a picture in her mind. And music... when she is singing, people stop, and she swears she can almost see.
One family gives her a pair of sunglasses. "If you don't take these off, people won't feel sick to look at you." She even sleeps with them on. This is the same family that say there is no point in her going to school. The doctors use words like dyslexic and no one even bothers to try and teach her what all the bumps mean, after a few useless lessons. Other words, like 'savant' and 'high maintence' are also thrown around. But Cassa just knows she sees the world differently. Like music instead of pictures. So she doesn't mind.
When she's eleven, the monster comes for her. It is a new Daddy, a new monster, and she doesn't scream. But she does tell new Mommy. New Mommy just goes very still, and presses a bill into her hands, telling her to get out. She's eleven years old, by this point. She thinks.
She doesn't have anywhere to stay, and she can tell it's nice, because the things she hears people say aren't to be said in the sunlight. Also, she's freezing. She grips her lone bill tight, and is trying to think of something to do when a hand comes down on her shoulder.
"Lost, pretty lady?"
Cassa holds the bill out, and asks if it's enough for her to spend the night. There's a terrible silence where she can feel him smiling, and then his hand drops to brush her breast, and he says no, but surely they can work something out? And she's not stupid, she knows what he wants. She also knows that he will probably take it anyway, so why not just say yes? She nods, and he takes her home and teachers her that sometimes people like to hear you scream. He gives her some food, and introduces her to some friends. Cassa is surprised at how easy it is to become a working girl.
She knows she gets ripped off. If a customer notices she's blind, there will be a pause and a snicker. She may not be able to see, but she knows, she can just tell when people are lying. Or they don't pay at all, slipping away as she stands there with her hand outstretched, palm up. And if it's not them, it's the shopkeepers. But she scrapes by, and her scars hurt less and less, and she can still sing, so life isn't terrible. Anyways, she knows she's good at this. She can turn strong men into trembling children, and that's something. As long as they follow the rules (though they rarely do, and she starves when they don't, because too many bruises means not enough customers, and she doesn't dare go to the hospital), she almost likes her job.
When she is twelve, or thereabouts (again, she's just guessing), she wanders into an alley she doesn't know. Multiple footsteps move around her, and she tenses, knowing she's surrounded. She puts on her work voice, and asks if isn't there some way they can do this the civil way? Nope. Though they do toss a few bills at her after they're done, laughing and telling her to buy something nice. A new voice clears it's throat, and her savior suggests that maybe they owe her a bit more than that. She guesses this new voice has a gun, because the next thing she knows, he's handing her the biggest wad of bills she's ever felt, and asking her if she needs to go to a hospital.
With Kiyoshi helping her out, Cassa thrives. Between his scamming and her sex, they almost always can make rent. Kiyoshi comes with her at night, and she doesn't get ripped off anymore. Some days, she can even afford to just find a street and sing for change, which makes her feel like she's glowing. This is how she meets Magnus, her stripper boyfriend who is the only person she's ever met who treats her exactly the same once he pulls off her sunglasses. He makes her feel precious and strong. They're like the most messed up family unit in existence, but none of them give a shit, because it works.
Until Vice picks up Cassa one day. She sits and sweats at the station, until she is suddenly met with a familiar voice. Because Cassa never forgets a voice. And this is the voice of the officer who met her after Daddy got to her, who said that she would try to find Melody. She hadn't tried to lie to the little girl. She was the one who had told her she would never see again, but also the one who held Cassa when she had tried to cry about it, though her broken eyes wouldn't let her. And she holds Cassa tight now, and says she is glad to see Cassa is alive.
She isn't lying. That, more than anything, is why Cassa lets her make a deal with Vice, so that she can be sent to a school to rehabilitate, instead of being sent to Juvie. Cassa secretly calls her Mom.
Roleplaying Sample: This is actually a drabble I wrote ages ago. I had a post idea... and then it turned into the history. Which is kinda written like a sample post. So... yeah. REJECT ME IF YOU MUST.
Cassahra never liked the silence.
It made her ears ring, stomach clench. Silence meant danger, sorrow and loss.
Was the silence of growing up what first prompted her to sing? The silence after the storm had broken, when she could no longer hear her father's swearing or her mother's tears.
Her father made sure to be silent, when he shut her mother up forever. The sirens were what broke it, and the dial tone.
Her father's façade broke when he saw it was his daughter holding the phone in her shaking hand.
His screaming anger covered her own stifled silence, as pain flooded her buzzing ears.