Post by morris on Jan 31, 2012 0:41:41 GMT -5
salander brand morris
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's salander brand morris! i go by sal too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty-two & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from stockholm, sweden? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, radiologic tech is calling. see ya'! history Salander sits down with a notebook to attempt to start a diary as her therapist suggested. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Salander Brand Morris, I’m twenty-two, I work at the hospital in the Radiology department. I grew up for most of my life in Stockholm, Sweden, until I was twelve to be exact. My mother’s a Swedish socialite and my father’s an American diplomat. So I was carted around just about everywhere for the rest of my years until college. I didn’t see my father much as a child and therefore I am not close with him. My mother wasn’t a kind woman and never showed me much affection; she was far more interested in her own status and looks than me. I am not close with her either. All I know is they wanted the perfect daughter and I was not what they had in mind, they reminded me constantly. I suppose I should also tell you about important things that have happened to me. I spent my life in various dance, music and etiquette classes. They were trying to mold me into the daughter they wanted instead of loving me for who I was. I don’t care though, really I don’t. As I little girl I thought I could still win their affection, so I did everything I could to be perfect, I did everything they asked of me. I had long brown hair; I danced and got good grades, etc. I was fairly normal as a child, though things changed when I turned twelve. My parents got divorced and my mother married a man name Carlyle Gunnarsson, he took a liking to me instantly, too much so. He’d crawl into my bed at night; he was neither kind nor gentle. I was thirteen when I lost my first kiss and virginity in one night. My mother did not know as far as I could tell. I starved, puked and I continued to dance so that it all looked normal. I appeared to be perfect to everyone; I didn’t breathe a word of what was happening at home to anyone. I begged my father many times to let me live with him instead of my mother, he always refused, making up an excuse. I put up with Carl’s advances until I was able to go to college, but in high school we moved to a place called Creve Coeur, Missouri, it’s in the U.S. It was high school I began to rebel and found my love for computers; I began hacking and dressing in what my mother calls an “anti-social” way. Looking back on it now, I may have been trying to make myself less desirable. I thought if I got sickly looking he may not be interested anymore, so I starved and puked more, I have always been thin, but I must admit even for me I was disgustingly thin. It didn’t work; it only made the weight of him more painful. I began to think of sex as nothing but a physical act, it was the only way I could deal with it all. I slept with people and didn’t worry about whether or not they loved me. Love doesn’t exist is the way I see it. I continued to become uncomfortable with people and being touched. When I went away to college, I attended Fontbonne University. My roommate was a pretty girl named Kelsey who believed in Jesus and all that, not surprising considering Fontbonne was a Catholic college. While I was there though, there was a weight off my shoulders I didn’t have to be afraid at night anymore, Kelsey allowed me to sleep without interruption. If I occasionally allowed her to drag me to church she would allow me to drag her to a club, she never drank or went home with anyone and she felt the need to protect me in her own way. We became friends in a way. She died in a car crash over the Holidays in our third year and I didn’t get another roommate for the rest of my time at University. Which was fine with me, I don’t like being around people much. I still miss her sometimes, but I try not to admit it, even to myself. After I graduated university I moved to Sapphire Bay to follow a job lead, as many bad memories are in Missouri I still like it there, there are places in the world that you just feel at home in and Missouri is one of them for me. Though, California is nice as well. My mother gives me an allowance as long as I attend therapy sessions and come to visit her occasionally. I make sure to meet her places so I don’t have to see that pathetic excuse for a man ever again at least not where he can corner me. Though I’m much more well versed in self-defense and believe I could easily castrate him. I still love computers and hope to go back to school to study them more. That is about it. That is my life. she groans in disgust as she tears the pages out of the notebook and runs them through a paper shredder. personality Sal is a strange girl. She is very much a closed book and does not let anyone in, she’s afraid of getting hurt. Often she will put on a tough front, though, she’s really quite a sweet girl underneath it and will rarely be mean to people. She can be snarky and tends to have a bit of a darker humor, which often makes people weary of her. To put this next part very simply, human’s weird her out, she finds small talk to be confusing and hates when people touch her without permission. Even if it’s just a tap on the shoulder before they walk away, she’ll flinch like a cat avoiding someone petting them. Nor does she touch people often. She’s awkward and shy in a lot of ways, but is good at pretending she’s not terrified of other people, which she is. Sal is and has always been very good at acting tough and whereas she can definitely take care of herself, she’s still a scared little girl for the most part. Her biggest fear is to allow someone else enough control to hurt her. So, instead when she’s lonely she goes to clubs or bars and has anonymous sex. She doesn’t dance and she doesn’t stay for long, just long enough to spark someone’s interest and get a few drinks in her system. Though, one wouldn’t necessarily guess it, she’s quite smart and doesn’t like people who lack common sense. She’s a bit antiseptic due to her upbringing. It’s not that she can’t show love or affection; it’s that she doesn’t tend to trust people enough to give them that. At work she can be lovely with patients and comes off as a very sweet albeit slightly shy young woman. And that is who she is for the most part. When she comes out of her shell a bit though she can be quite lovely and goofy, if you manage to become her friend you’ll get to see a more charming side of her. She’s very distrusting and that makes it hard for her to allow people to get close emotionally. However, even though she tends to find them baffling she’s very intrigued by people and their emotions a, or else why would she choose a profession that forces you to be around people daily. Throughout her life she has become more anti-social and doesn’t talk much unless she’s drunk or has managed to become comfortable with the person she’s talking to. She’s a bit of a quirk fest and has a lot of nervous habits, such as blinking her eyes in a very intentional way when she’s uncomfortable or biting the corner of her top lip when she anxious or nervous about something. She cracks her knuckles like a mad woman too. Most people would sum her up with the simple word – weird. But she really is a sweet girl who will smile at you as she passes you on the street or in a hallway, but she will also have her arms tucked stiffly against her body as she passes. | [atrb=width,200] |
role play sample
Dexter wasn’t one of those cool guys who carried his guitar around with him at all times, but he did have it with him today. For good reason mind you, he’d just come from a music class. Otherwise known as a wonderful jam session to him, the class was very open to creativity and finding a sound. I was what most people would call a “progressive” class, basically the teacher gave them assignments to work over in the group, but the rest was up to them, what kind of sound they had composition. In his mind it was just a whole bunch of creative kids getting to play music with a couple guidelines. Though his earlier creative writing class wasn’t as fun or inspiring as his last, suddenly Dex’s teacher decided to tell him that he had no idea who he was and masked it by wearing his individuality as a shield. What prompted this one may ask, he was asked to sum himself up in a word. So of course he said it’s simply impossible to sum up a person in a word, something his teacher disagreed with whole heartedly, he told him “if you can’t define yourself you can’t define a character” then he asked him to leave and not come back until he could “define himself”.
It was ridiculous, he never liked to label himself or others. Was it possible to label someone with one word, yes. His years of high school had taught him that quite clearly. Geek, slut, bitch, cheerleader, jock, however were these accurate description of the people around him? No. Because people are by definition complex and multi-faceted. One word cannot explain an entire personality only a small miniscule part of one. His music class had calmed the burn of his creative writing class and had as usual put him in better spirits. One thing in particular though still stuck with him, his teacher had asked him where he was going and in all honesty he didn’t know what he’d do when he finished college. He only had a year left, but the past three years he felt like he finally belonged somewhere, somehow he found a place beyond the high school hierarchies, where nerd could have friends that were popular and it didn’t matter anymore. Either that or he’d suddenly became part of the popular crowd, which was a laughable thought.
As the boy knew about psychology he could easily self-diagnose himself with a case of Peter Pan syndrome – he was afraid of growing up. As a grown up people would expect him to be all mature and not hum or sing Disney songs that seemed to fit that occasion. Not to say that grownups didn’t enjoy him, often he got complements on his youthful innocence and optimism and he would much rather stay the way he was instead of hanging up his proverbial hat and go on to become a cynical paper salesmen or something equally as terrifying. But he didn’t want to think about that now, instead he’d hum the melody his group had come up with in class and try to think of brilliant lyrics he’d never remember long enough to write down. Though, another distraction from growing up would arise in a matter of moments as his hazel eye fell on a small blonde pixie, funny how she matched her name in appearance and attitude so well.
He walked in large strides to make up distance and then simply skipped the final gap “Hello miss would you happen to have the time?” he stood with a goofy grin on his lips as both his hands held on to his guitar case behind his back. Dexter had a talent that most men had of being able to make himself appear as if her were just a cute little five year old all over again. He honestly didn’t need the time, he wore a watch of his own and everyone knew he was never without one, but of often felt compelled to talk as if he were in an old movie. Setting down his guitar case, he plopped himself in a chair across from her “you’re looking like a minx today” he said with a teasing tone and a dapper grin. .
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