Post by hannah1 on Aug 26, 2009 20:13:21 GMT -5
stella brielle macdonald.
t w e n t y . f e m a l e . s p o n t a n e o u s . m i d d l e c l a s s.
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Stella has always been very bright. She's optimistic, witty and brilliant. She's a musician, and she loves to sing, always has. Stella has never had trouble getting up in front of an audience. She has no problem embarrassing herself to make others laugh. She's very comfortable in her own skin, and she makes friends very easily, and knows how to keep them. But underneath all that bubbly, is her pain. Her parents died when she was sixteen, they were burned alive in their own home - she's never gotten over it. She was sent to live with family members in milwaukee, until the day she turned eighteen, to which she promptly moved out, and got herself a job, and a flat. Stella has always been independent - she almost never asks for help, even when she knows she needs it. Perhaps stubborn is a better word for it. She works hard to earn what she has, and she knows she deserves everything she gets. Stella is also french - born there, and raised there until she was nine, she was raised speaking french, and then became fluent in english later on. She loves her native tongue, and is often delighted when she comes across another person who speaks fluent french. She is never ashamed of her heritage. Stella is also never ashamed of herself. She thinks through her actions before she does them, and she also thinks through her outfits before she wears them. She's adapted her own style - more of a "scene" type, but she adds her own flare. She loves to create her own designs, though her sewing skills suck ( which is something she's trying very hard to improve ). Stella is also a very thoughtful person - when she isn;t surrounded by the people she loves, she is very quiet. She never speaks when she is alone, unless talking to her cat, Nox, but simply thinks. Because she has alot to think about - her music, her parents, her job.. everything. But it's not that she is unhappy. She understands that the things in life that have hapened to her defined her as person, and made her stronger. She is happy, though she does wish her parents were still alive and well, she knows that is the past, and though she can't forget, she can move on.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be HANNAH, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be CASSADEE POPE. i've been doing this for SEVEN LONG YEARS, so i pretty much know how this all works.
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My feet were pounding against the concrete with such force, i thought they would bleed. Air forced into my lungs and back out so fast, my throat burned like it had been rubbed with sand. My back was sweaty, and my hair was in my face, but all i could think was Run! My arms pumped harder, as the pursuit i heard behind me sounded closer. My breathing was ragged - i sounded like a dying animal. I was a dying animal. I couldn't live like this. But i would not be sent off to die like the rest. I couldn't. I owed it to Jacob. I turned onto a broad street, my body hidden by the blackness, but my breathing obscuring the silence. I tried to control my heartbeat, sinking into the shadows slowly as i calmed myself. The footsteps slowed, and came to a halt, a meter from me. I didn't dare move. I didn't breathe, even as my oxygen starved lungs ached for air so badly i thought i would die. He turned, and i swore he looked right at me, but he didn't see me, huddled there in the corner. He huffed, and yelled to a comrade who was searching across the street. " Fuckin' bitch got away. We'll send a report to Capn' Greene and go search up near Belmont Drive. " His voice moved quickly away, and i dared the smallest of breaths, my heart slamming in my chest so hard it was painful. I winced, reaching up to feel the cut on my face. I had had a hard day. I rose silently, swallowing, though my throat was rough and dry. I waited a few minutes, my stillness not at one with my wild thoughts. I had been at this for weeks - three, since the war had started. Two since they had shipped my brothers and my parents to the camps. I know Jacob got out. He and I escaped together after Mom and Dad, Jason and Justin died. A painful pressure welled up in my chest, and i had to stop and breathe for a moment. Okay, Victoria. The shelter is on the lower west side. You need to go there. Jacob and Evan are waiting. It helped to know that Jacob was with me. If not physically, than in my mind. He was my twin, and we were close enough, i swore we could read each other's minds. Evan was my boyfriend. The soldiers hadn't caught him at all. He was the one who had led us to the shelters. I loved him, and he said he loved me, too. That helped alot.
Pushing my long honey blonde hair out of my face slowly, i broke into a run - you didn't walk in the war zone. No matter who you were - not even the soldiers walked. I was in an ll out sprint, my feet now silent, as i took extra care. My breathing was even, but it still shocked me to see the way the government had changed the city - the upper east side looked like hell, the rest of New York worse. Cars were turned over, buildings in rubble - violaters and resisters always got it worse. I witnessed my friend Trisha fight the soldiers, and watched as they burned her house to the ground, with her family in it. Vomit rose in my throat as i heard their screams again, and i doubled over, letting the sickness over come me. How could people be so cruel? How could the soldiers? They were out family. Our blood, and they were killing us. Bastards. They could burn in fucking hell. I wiped my mouth slowly, straightening. With a quick glance, i began jogging in the right direction, trying to clear my head.
The shelter wasn't far away - ten minutes if i walked. Evan was waiting by the enterance as always. He frowned at my bloody face. The bloody face wasn't new, but the blood was. he could see i had fresh cuts. " I had a run-in with some GI's. " I explained, using the nickname we had come up for the soldiers. G.I Hoes. It helped to insult them behind their backs. Evan reached up and gingerly touched the cut on my cheek. " Get Doc to check that out. It looks bad. " I nodded slowly, looking past him into the dark warehouse - we were underneath the warehouse, led there by a secret door hidden so well, i still had trouble finding it. I met his eyes again. " Nobody followed me. I made sure. " I held out both of my wrists to show him the army had not captured me - they always branded their "property" whether they let us go or not. He nodded, and followed me in, sticking close by my side. I sighed, and turned my face to him, " I couldn't find any food, and the next mart is about a mile away. " Evan nodded thoughtfully. " We'll have to plan better this time. When the GI's aren't patrolling so heavily. They know they're running out of corpses. " I shivered as we reached the cellar door, defined by the finest of lines, that you could barely see in day-light.
Evan opened the hatch, shining a light down warily, before nodding. " Come on. " I dropped down into the hole, crouching as he swiftly followed, silently pulling the hatch shut, and bolting it closed. I ducked through a small hole, which led to a long tunnel. Nobody knew why it was here, but Evan said he discovered it when he was little. He had told me about it before the war, but i never found it important or interesting, until now. After a series of branches, we landed in the main room, which was larger than you would think, but the air was stale, and it smelled sweaty. I looked around at the familiar faces, Doc Johnston, Kelly my friend, Jacob, Mrs. Finn, and Nick, Jacob's close friend. Their faces were grimly hopeful, like they knew my news was bad. I frowned. " They got the soldiers patrolling every corner. I had some Hoes chasin' me down. I couldn't get anything. " They heard the apology in my voice, and i heard Kelly swallow loudly. Evan asked doc to fix up my face, and they used the last bandage on my cut - to which i protested so much, Jacob put his hand over my mouth and told me to shut up. Afterwards I moved to sit beside Kelly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in comfort. I felt the same way, if not worse. They had counted on me getting food. I had volunteered, convincing every one that i could get the things we needed without being captured. I had only fulfilled half, and our odds were becoming bad.
Evan turned to Jacob and Doc. " I think if we go to the Upper East Side, we have a better chance of not getting caught. " Doc shook his head slowly, " that's an hour away without a vehicle, Evan. We can't make that trip. " I lifted my head, which had been resting on my arms, and bit my lip. " I can do it. " Doc shook his head again, but said nothing, and Evan and Jacob gave eachother a meaningful look. I glared at them all. " Tonight was an accident. I didn't know the patrol was so heavy. I'm not worthless, you know. " Evan and Jacob hurried to assure me that i wasn't worthless. I was super important, and they might need me next time. Next time my ass. Mrs. Finn, who normally stayed silent and read her bible in the corner looked up at me and smiled. " Your time with come dear. " I frowned, and nodded, glancing at Kelly who was asleep by the far wall, huddled in a ratty old blanket we had scrounged from a half-burnt building. She looked cold.
After another hour or so, Evan and I said goodnight to every one, and went to our seperate room - we were fortunate to have our own "room". It was very small, but with Evan in it, it felt safe. I sunk down onto the thin mattress, which i had found upon exploration of the warehouse, and Evan sat down beside me. I pushed my fringe out of my eyes, wondering if i should hack it off with a knife like a i used to. But we had only a few knives, and the boys were afraid to let me near it. for what i don't know why. I'd kicked a GI's ass, for heaven's sake, and i asn't allowed to handle a knife? Evan pulled me out of my thoughts with a loud sigh, and he lay back, pulling me onto his chest. " Evan? " He replied with a Hmm?. I bit my lip. " I can do the trip, you know. " He nodded, resting his chin on my head. " I know. But you're taking Jacob with you when you go. "
I sighed. There was just no winning.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
