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Post by kat clarissa williams on Aug 26, 2009 0:31:36 GMT -5
a summer held in hand! [/i][/size][/center][/font] A light sigh escaped Kat’s lips as she left the house, tugging down her shirt sleeve, trying to make sure that it covered the bruise that marred her skin. She hated coming over here, to her mom’s house. She hated it with a passion. But she knew she had to obey. There wasn’t any way that she couldn’t. It’d just be worse the next time she came over, and she had to. There were no other places she could go during the holiday. Besides, she did have some spare clothes and jewelry in her room at the house that she hadn’t taken from there. Mostly the outcast crud, but clothes that she liked, nonetheless. There were things at the house, not home, that she would need before living the place entirely. She would have to go back sometime. So it was better for her to just go and deal with it than skip a day and receive punishment the next time she was there. It didn’t matter if she was eighteen when she came back (though by that time, she could press assault charges.), her mother would beat her.
Katherine Clarissa Williams, since the day her father died, had been beaten by her alcoholic mother. The woman blamed her for her “life’s true love’s” death. Like hell. The junior, though much, much younger at the time of the happening, had nothing to do with the incident. She had been just a small girl at the time, and innocent. It wasn’t her fault her father was addicted to gambling and couldn’t pay back his debts. It wasn’t her fault the men sent to try and collect it were drunk at the time, and happened to have guns on them. It wasn’t her fault that they had the smart idea to shoot him for not paying their money back. And killed him. None of it was her fault. She had been, what, six at the time? Yet her stupid mother (never mom) continued the blame the girl for it. And then some, once other little reasons for her dislike of her girl grew arose. Her clothes weren’t proper, her hair was a mess, her room needed to be cleaned up. Any small little reason the woman could find, she’d use against Kat, punishing her for it. It was a pain in the ass.
Satisfied that nothing was showing under her sleeve, the girl heaved the strap of her bag up on her shoulder, wincing slightly as it brushed a bruise. ”Fuck,” she hissed softly as she walked down the driveway of the small house, the asphalt beneath her feet crumbly and full of holes. Well, it was better than an apartment. The boarding school girl kicked a rock, sending the hard thing tumbling down the driveway and into the road. The Williams weren’t extremely rich. Especially not sense all the extra money went towards tuition for Stella Hart. Prestigious academy it was, and it cost money to get in. And she did have a bit of a scholarship for the school, too. And so, her mother lived out here, in the suburbs of Miami, in the ghetto, basically, surrounded by all kinda of people. Around where they lived, it honestly wouldn’t be a surprise to hear a gunshot go off. And not because someone was hunting deer.
The thin girl sighed again as she walked off the property, heading down the road. Luckily for her, the walk from the house to downtown Miami wasn’t too far. It was a fairly good walk, but she could make it. Usually, she took the bus from a stop near the school to a stop near the house, but she felt like just going into the city, and not straight back to the school. Not yet. The urge was probably because she would need some time to cool off, to get the annoyance and anger she felt towards her mother out. She hated for her peers to see her like this, and it had been worse this time, her mother being in one of her moods, and complaining about everything. And the worse it was, the worse of a mood Kat got into. And her mother was one of the few things that could even get the girl into a bad mood. She was normally a happy go lucky kind of girl.
After walking through the suburbs of Miami, she finally arrived in downtown. After a bit of a hassle with a new housemate of one of the people down the street. But she was able to get through it easily. She wasn’t exactly what one would expect in the area, so the new ones, ones that didn’t know that her mother was the crazy old lady Williams, thought that she shouldn’t be alone wandering the area, and that bad things could happen. And they’d probably try something. Stupid gangster neighborhood. Too bad that most people did know her and know her relation to the woman, and that she was always down there.
Kat brushed back a few strands of her blonde hair as she stretched out, basking in the Miami sun for a second in the outskirts of the downtown area, where the sun shone brighter, because of the lack of tall buildings. Her hair currently was a white blonde color, with dark brown in the lower layers. For some, the look was completely idiotic. For others, like her, it looked awesome. Guess she was lucky. Smiling brightly, good mood returned, she entered the downtown Miami area, relishing in the big city. She loved them. Big cities, I mean. She grew up in a relatively small town in England. Yeah, she was British. Get over it. Most thought that small-town kids couldn’t adapt to big city life, but she basked in it. She loved it. And Miami was amazing. She wanted to live in New York or Chicago, away from her mother, but Miami was pretty good for the southeast.
For some reason or another, probably because the girl could be a total nutcase, she felt like wandering the alleyways of Miami. She knew the city well enough, but didn’t know any secret getaway alleys. Shortcuts, backroads kind of things. She didn’t know any of that for the city. So, Kat decided to explore them. Of course, the idea that it might be a bad thing to do so didn’t cross her mind, and she was rather impulsive anyways, so she headed right into the nearest alley way and started to walk.
For the first several alleys and turns, she didn’t see anybody. Plenty of evidence that humans did roam there was seen, trash, prints, that sort of thing, but no actual human presence was there. Until a bit later. As she stared up at the bright Miami blue sky, suddenly, she heard voices. And then, as she stepped into a crossroads of alleys, the voices stopped. She didn’t pay attention, only turned, and ran straight into someone. ”Ouch,” she muttered to herself, picking herself off the ground, for she had rebounded off the person and landed on the ground. The girl lightly rubbed her arm, then looked up, gulping soon after. Apparently, this was a gang of some sort. She didn’t know. They looked the same, at least. Somewhat. They seemed to be acquainted with one another, at least, and they didn’t seem to want to know her.
”Uhm, I’m sorry, sir. I-I’ll be going now. Uh. Bye.” A faint British accent was heard in her voice. No matter how hard she tried to get rid of it, she couldn’t. It got annoying sometimes. Especially when people fawned all over it. “I don’t think so, missy,” was the reply. Panic-stricken, Kat ran. She didn’t know what else she could do, so she sprinted off, keeping a hand on her bag to make sure it didn’t fly off. She had expensive stuff in there and like hell those punks were getting a hold of it.
She didn’t know for how long she ran, but she kept it up for a while. She constantly heard of shouts of “Stop!”, “Get back here, you bitch!” and other such things behind her, but she kept running, didn’t look back. The junior just ran on and on. Until…all of a sudden, she couldn’t hear the voices anymore. Breathing hard, she slowed down, looking around. She had no clue where she was, but nobody seemed to be following her. Or chasing her, even. ”Fuck,” she breathed out, startled by the encounter, and slipped down to sit down on the ground, back against a brick wall. That was a frightening experience, and she was still in shock. Shock enough to not notice the person near her, looking at her with a funny expression on their face.
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Post by cathan alexander martin on Aug 27, 2009 18:20:53 GMT -5
Give me envy, give me malice, give me attention
So, Cathan was aggravated with the world. Why? Well, there were many reasons that the blue eyed boy was aggravated to the point of tears. First he couldn't leave his room without being screamed at by his mother's boyfriend. Yeah, he wasn't even his step dad. He knew the shit going on in his house wouldn't be going on if his mom was still alive.He was staying at his house for the weekend so that he could keep an eye on Turner. Now, Cathan wasn't a morning person, so until he was forced to do something, he would stay curled up in his bed. He grunted when his sister's husky, Chloe jumped onto his stomach. With a big push, he sent the dog into the floor. Chloe got the idea that he was playing and jumped right back onto of him."Bitch." He muttered and turned around to go to sleep. But Chloe wouldn't have that. She whined in his ear a few times, until he turned over to push her off again.
But before he could push her, Chloe jumped off and grabbed Cathan's blanket. Cathan hopped up to get it back but Chloe was already in the kitchen. She was pawing the cabinet under the sink. Cathan opened it up and grabbed her food out of it. He sleepily walked over to her bowl and filled it up, along with putting fresh water in her bowl. Chloe panted happily and began to eat. Now that his good deed of the day was done, He grabbed his blanket and walked back over to the his bed.
He heard his step-dad-thing yell something along the lines 'Get your ass out of the bed, Cathy.' Cathy was Jack's nickname for Cathan because he always said that Cathan was a girl. After laying in silence fro a minute or two, he got up and walked back into his room. He plugged his hair straightener up and let it heat up while he found some clothes. He pulled out a yellow 'DC' shirt and pulled it on. He then pulled out a pair of jeans, probably meant for a girl and pulled them on. he grabbed his misfit shoes and a yellow and black studded belt and put them on..
He ran some eyeliner on and then started straightening his hair. When It was all smooth and shiny, He brushed it so it would lay the way he wanted it to.He grabbed his fingerless gloves off of the counter and put them om. Now that he was all pretty, he started out the back door so he didn't have to deal with his step-dad-thing. Turner was at a friends house so he didn't have to worry about the abusive man hurting her. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he was going somewhere.
After a while of walking, he saw a female scurry past him, seemly being chased by a male. Cathan just rolled his eyes and kept walking. He chuckled when he walked past the same girl, sitting against a brick wall. Her name was Kat, and they had some classes together at the academy. "What'd you do this time, smart one?" He asked, looking away from the girl for no real reason.
Words: Dunno.
Tagged: Kat,bby
Outfit: Click
Notes: To lazy to do the header. I'll get to it next time.
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Post by kat clarissa williams on Sept 1, 2009 22:26:06 GMT -5
a summer held in hand! [/i][/size][/center][/font] There were few things that Kat was scared of. Heights were one of them, spiders another. She couldn’t stand heights, really, and couldn’t get too high without getting super freaked out. And spiders. Just ergh. They were unnatural annoying little buggers, eight legs and thousands of eyes. How could anyone like something like that? They were freakish. But more than heights, more than spiders, even, she was scared of her mother. She didn’t know why. Kat just did. Maybe it was because it was obvious the woman had power, and ever since she was younger, after her father died, that power was obvious. The way the woman held sway over her daughter. The younger girl did know that it was not her fault her father was murdered, but the accusations, the beatings, the abuse. Every night, pain bloomed in various areas on her body. A constant throbbing, a constant ache on her skin. Through that, fear grew. It was inevitable, really, the way she grew scared of her mother, the person that seemed to only hate her, and it was only through her goodwill that she kept the girl in her house. And possibly the thought of her late husband not liking the fact that she had kicked her daughter out on the streets. It didn’t matter. Kat hated it there anyways. And yet, and yet she still had a warped sense of love for her mother. She disliked her mum, but she didn’t hate her. And did help
When she stepped outside of her house, there was a sort of sense of relief as the girl stepped across the threshold. A weight seemed to have been lifted from her shoulders, and the growing disdain had a way of evaporating now that she was no longer within the house. The musician-slash-artist was more at peace without having her mother there to constantly remind her of her downfalls, of everything that was wrong in her life was her daughter’s fault. And took it out on the girl as she stood in the middle of the room, cold, not responding. She knew better. Backtalking would start the first attack. And then she’d soon be a human punching bag. However, luckily for the junior, all the bruises her mother inflicted were in places where others could not see. Well, most of the time, anyways. As a mostly short sleeved t-shirt wearing girl, there was no problems. There was hardly a time she wore a tank top, even in the middle of summer miami sticky wet heat. The girl was just more comfortable in tees, and was glad that she was, because it hid the evidence. And she hated people knowing that secret. Only a few people knew. Some of those few being her closest friends and people that just grabbed her in the wrong spot at the wrong time.
The walk didn’t take too entirely long. It was a good half hour or so, but it was better than walking all the way to the school that she didn’t want to go back to. Besides, it helped her mind go off on different thought. At least for her. Doing something like riding in a vehicle back to town or the school would probably keep her mind, because it didn’t allow for as much thought room as walking did. Yeah, she worked in weird ways, but it was just how she was. And if you didn’t like it, too bad, because you couldn’t change her. At least not in some crazy extreme way. Changing how she thought and all that jazz that we’re talking about now would be changing her in an extreme way. So too bad, so sad. Besides, she wasn’t some crazy out of shape but still really tiny kind of people. The small girl was relatively in shape. The walk didn’t kill her or anything like that. Thought that was probably something you could deduce by the fact that she nearly got killed by guys chasing after her, which was after the whole walk deal.
Miami really was a beautiful place. Or at least she thought so. What other people thought of the city was their own opinions. She for once found the city lovely. Kat had been born in a small town in England, not a big city in the least. But when she and her mum moved to Miami, she got used to the big city life quite easily, adjusting to the sky scrapers, sunshine-y days and the humidity. It had taken a while before they finally settled in Miami. They hadn’t come straight to the city, instead wandering about the east coast of the United States, searching for a good, stable place for them to stay and somewhere that her mother could work with a relatively good paycheck, enough to raise the two of them with surplus. Miami had been the place, and so they were let in. Plus, her mother was able to get herself a prime teaching job, getting good money, and eventually enough to be able to support Kat in her endeavors to be a fucking awesome musician and/or artist. Stella Hart wasn’t cheap even with the scholarships she had managed to acquire in middle school. Every extra penny that her mother could spare that didn’t go to paying bills or other general need went to paying the tuition.
It was highly unlikely that anyone could figure out exactly why Kat had decided to wander about the alleyways, despite the fact that she had lived in the Miami area for several years. Probably since about fifth or sixth grade, now that she thought of it. Being in junior year, that was about six or seven years ago. Damn. And she still didn’t know all of Miami. Figured. Sure, she knew a couple of alleyway shortcuts from one place downtown to another, but she didn’t know them in the long run. So, hey, why not just sit there and explore for a day? Besides, she loved to do random things, and exploring the alleyways was most definitely a random thing. But that’s how she was, so it was okay. Besides, though she was small and tiny, with no muscle whatsoever, she could be fast. And if she got in trouble (which we learn she does), adrenaline would pump through her veins and boost her already abnormally fast speed for her size. So, she was good. Besides, she was pretty good at finding her way back to where she needed to be, even if she hadn’t been there before. So she was rather confident that she’d be able to find her way back to main Miami streets if she needed to get there in a hurry. She was just awesome like that.
Kat hadn’t meant to run into the big scary dude. It had just happened. The junior had just been to absorbed in the beauty of the day to really notice other human presence. And obviously, this specific human didn’t want people overhearing the conversation they had been having previously. Whatever that had been. His little group stopped talking when they had heard the approaching footsteps of Katherine, and obviously were now threatening her. Anyone with sense would feel being chased (at least in the way she was being chased) was threatening. The musician-slash-artist hadn’t heard anything, but still they felt the need to threaten her. Of course. Spacing out was a gift of hers, but they apparently didn’t believe jack squat that came from her lips. Like she would even rat them out if she had heard something. Well, not unless it had to do with like, national security. If they were some sort of inside terrorists, then, yeah, she’d rat them. She didn’t want to be killed or anything because she just let them on by without questioning anything. But most other stuff, she wouldn’t care about. But they didn’t believe that she hadn’t heard anything and went on chasing her. Of course, they wouldn’t have started to chase her if she hadn’t run. So really, the fact that they were chasing her was partially her fault, but they had a choice. They could have let her go. But they obviously didn’t.
The girl was extremely relieved when she no longer heard footsteps behind her. At least not the pounding kind that had accompanied her soft steps for a while. Even though there was adrenaline in her veins, making her want to get up and bounce around still, she had to sit, her knees giving on her as she stood, not expecting having to run for as long as she did and as fast as she had. She wasn’t a runner. Sure, she was abnormally fast for her age, height, and weight, but that didn’t mean she was used to it, nor that she wouldn’t be breathing hard. Because she definitely was breathing hard as she sat against the wall. Suddenly, she heard approaching footsteps. Startled, Kat looked up, and started to stand up when she recognized the person approaching her. Well, recognize in the fact that she knew his face. And it wasn’t one of those thugs. It was a kid she had some classes with. And then he spoke to her. Blushing from embarrassment (and not, in any way, shape, or form, because she thought he was cute. Because she didn’t. Not really.), the girl ducked her head. ”Well, I..er, got into a bit of a predicament. Some sort of gang thought I’d barged into their big important meeting. And I didn’t hear anything, honest, but they felt like I had…” she trailed off slightly, realizing she was rambling. ”But, er, I ran, and they chased me. I only just now got away. Hopefully for good…” she glanced around the little area they were in, making sure none of the men were around. Kat wrapped her slender arms around her midsection, wincing as her thin fingers brushed a bruise unintentionally, her breath catching for a second as she did so.
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