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Posted on May 18, 2010 at 06:27:51 AM by Charlotte Tweet
 Please include the following information when joining (the asterisk * indicates required field): *Name: Charlotte Tweet (Charlie Bird) *Gender: Female *Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): Long gray-white hair, pallid skin, her eyes are gray-white. There are blackbirds tattooed…everywhere…on her. Age: 19 Personality: Philosophical, literal, blunt, friendly (sometimes), observant, forward, and it is very, very hard to impress her with anything. She’s stubborn when she wants to be, aggressive when she feels threatened, sarcastic when she’s pushing you away, mean when she’s flicking cigarettes at your face. She has problems with people who don’t have respect for one another. She expects everyone to be open minding and accepting of the truth as it is – if you aren’t, she’ll tare you down. History: Charlotte has spent her entire childhood and teenage years growing up with a family of oddballs that she isn’t even related to. She is part of a travelling roadside freak show that solicits to the morbidly curious. She herself was known as the ‘living bird cage’ due to the amount of blackbird tattoos she has all over her body. She has had one god awful relationship with a man named Meridian (you hear about him a lot) that keeps her from ever moving forward with anyone; friends and lovers alike. She talks about all of her friends in the freakshow as well, there are seven different ones. Sample post: She could remember back to when she was seven years old again and tugging on the hem of her mother’s shirt and wondering if she could go outside while Aunt Shelley and Moira talked together about whatever. Back then the world was just as confusing then as it was now and Charlotte could remember vividly being just as confused about human emotions back then. Moira would let her daughter cross the busy road to go into the neighbor’s yard to play with toys that weren’t hers and to interact with younger boys that she knew nothing about but Charlotte’s older, nine year old brother, wasn’t allowed to watch things like ‘The Simpsons’ on television or so much as walk on the sidewalk in front of their trailer. He couldn’t even think about it without getting in trouble by his part-time overbearing mother. Charlotte could never understand why Cassius was more protected than her, but then, she remembered that even as a younger sibling and the fairer of the two sexes, she hardly allowed anything bad to happen to her while her brother was an open invite for tragedy if Moira wasn’t too careful with him. Charlotte, for example, had been the girl to kick Teddy-the-sixth-grader between the legs in the schoolyard for wanting her to lift her skirt to show off her panties. Cassius let things happen to him, he allowed himself to be weaker. Teddy-the-sixth-grader actually got to molest Cassius and it was Charlotte’s fault because she didn’t defend him. Funnily enough Charlotte knew what had happened to her brother but couldn’t find it within her to blame herself about it. Every person was responsible for their own actions – the fact that Cassius chose to be weak was his own problem, not hers. And maybe that’s why Moira never loved her daughter the way she hoped she could – and she told Charlotte this often. “Because I’m not my brother.” Is what she’d say, and leave it at that. It was to no surprise that by the time she came home after playing that Charlotte found all of her things packed up in boxes and trash bags in the back of Aunt Shelley’s car. Moira had invited her odd sister over to take the girl off her hands because she didn’t want Charlotte anymore. The child did not seem to mind too much, more giddy about the fact that someone wanted her enough to come claim her; excited because she knew the kind of person Aunt Shelley was. Moira had explained it time and time again to Charlotte that her sister was a ringmaster in a circus, but she was wrong, soon the seven year old would figure it out for her own. Aunt Shelley was no ringmaster, she was the owner of a travelling roadside freak show. Not only that, she was their first act. Things were going to be different from this point on. Bo and Lauliette were both very strange people in a world that didn’t understand them, or rather, didn’t want to understand them. Yet they used this reasoning to make money off of those who were still – after the fact – unaccepting of their kind but morbidly curious to know more about them. Bo was the largest man in the world, a seven hundred and fifty-seven pounder who ate thirteen cheeseburgers for dinner at night and Lauliette was a contortionist that was flexible in ways that would make your parts hurt if you watched him long enough. There was Florence from Florence, she was a bearded lady; Anya, the girl with fifteen fingers; Aunt Shelley, her voice could break glass if she spoke loudly enough (she always broke Moira’s margarita glasses when she visited) and the twins. The twins were Siamese twins that were attached but the wrists of their right and left hands. Male and Female. They were the happiest couple of freaks Charlotte ever had the pleasure of knowing; Sure and Still. Their names were strange but then again, it kind of went with the territory. Off of Interstate Nine and Nowhere, Charlotte found herself standing outside in the rain at dusk, smoking cloves on the side of the road while she stared out into the empty rolling brown hills of wherever they had gone. Aunt Shelley wanted to set up camp here until morning because she hated driving the caravan through such awful weather so Charlotte was stuck in this dismal place without anything to do. There was a small run down diner that went all night, it was the first thing they had come across in the long three hundred mile stretch they came from. Amusing, really, because the only other thing around was still another hundred miles away. Knowing Bo he convinced Shelley to stop here so he could eat. That said, Charlotte looked up and grinned at the flickering sign on the roadside, apparently they had the best hamburgers in the entire state. Odd, Charlotte couldn’t even remember where they were by now and she was so annoyed between having to entertain Lauliette and deal with Meridian on her cell phone that she opted to stand outside away from them all for some peace and quiet. Besides, who would come out this late? Really. The woman wandered to the middle of the long winding road. She didn’t have a death wish nor did she feel like she was being stupid by sitting on the worn out road stripe either. She was hardly dressed the part in the slinky little black dress that barely went down past her thighs and with spaghetti straps so thin they looked like hairs which held them up over her bony shoulders. The pallor of her skin was accentuated by the denizens of large black crows tattooed onto her body as well as the long mane of silky gray-white hair she maintained on a regular basis. Her strappy heels scrapped against the pavement as she sat down in the rain, her bottom soaked from sitting on the ground but she didn’t care – she was wet anyways from standing out in the element for so long. What she didn’t realize was the headlights coming from behind that were far enough away right now but steadily coming faster. She couldn’t hear him because her hearing wasn’t that great to begin with and not to mention he drove a Chrysler, their engines were so smooth they hardly carried a sound. The hiss of the rain didn’t help either, so when his vehicle veered hard to the right than the left she still remained unaware of it. Shelley could see Charlotte sitting in the middle of the road from within the diner as well as the car steadily crawling closer. “CHARLOTTE!!!” The screaming tires and the bright lights were the last thing she both heard and saw before there was nothing. The driver didn’t even see the girl coming as he had dropped his cell phone some twenty meters back and bent down to look for it. Charlotte was dead before he even got out of the car, it seemed a horrible ending to a fairly horrible life. Aunt Shelley was as devastated as she was at ease – perhaps this was something that the girl wanted? No one would know. Charlotte would tell them all if she could that it wasn’t what it looked like and that sitting on an abandoned interstate just to ‘have a good smoke’ seemed to be a good idea at the moment. Anything else you wish to include: This is just the story to how she got here. There's a post waiting for her to go respond to, she's just your standard reincarnation. Nothing fancy. : ) *Your player name: Luz Charlotte Tweet So we did make love. Is that what you're calling it? …this is probably just another one of those cry-for-help things. |
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- accepted - By Pixie May 21, 2010 at 09:45:06 PM
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