Post by andia delilah varkatzas on Apr 22, 2010 14:45:55 GMT -5
* andia delilah varkatzas ,
I really thought you were aware.
That I could be your worst nightmare.
Say a prayer.
Cause you don't wanna hate me.
And if you, need a friend knock again, I really hope I
Can be the one you lean on don't be shy.
I will try to behave, to be quite perfect in every way.
I really thought you were aware.
That I could be your worst nightmare.
Say a prayer.
Cause you don't wanna hate me.
And if you, need a friend knock again, I really hope I
Can be the one you lean on don't be shy.
I will try to behave, to be quite perfect in every way.
twenty - hanna beth merjos - olympian citizen
"well hi there. i'm andia, obviously. and please, never say it like you're saying andy. it's not AN-dia, it's AHN-dia. just saying. anyway, i'll sum things up decently quickly, i guess. when i was born, all the apocalypse shit had already happened. i never saw the world as some bright, happy place. i was born in olympia. i guess things weren't completely terrible when i was a little kid... well, my parents were pretty much deadbeat scumbags. they were about as useful as a sneaker full of shit. i guess my dad was especially brutal, but i never really know him before he, um, was removed from our lives. my older brother and sister basically raised me, so needless to say, i was not the little kid to fuck with at the park. i always liked trying to take care of them, though. i'd always have band-aids with me, and i learned quick ways to stop things from hurting. guess that explains why i'm kind of a nurse now. volunteer-kind of. whatever. back to childhood. i was nine when all the gang shit started happening. i don't remember too much, but i remember wanting to go outside so bad one day, and vanna practically yanked me away from the door. from then on i always had to check with her or our brother for everything.
i guess that being sheltered kind of thing got a bit frustrating, or at least that's the only excuse i had, because i sort of... strayed from home more often than not when i turned fifteen. i ended up hanging with really fucked up people for a good three years. it was... a terrible choice, i can admit that now. people take advantage of you when you're young and stupid, and you don't even realize it. people i thought were my best friends would beat the shit out of randomly, and boys i thought cared about me would pass me around to their friends and made me think that was normal. one day i couldn't take it anymore, and when i didn't want to be around them anymore, i didn't have a choice. i was like, a shell of a person, until one day i think i passed out at a party, and someone, not from my group of assholes, saw me and recognized me as vanna and christian's little sister, and brought me home. i still have no idea who it was, but they probably saved my life, considering when i could finally bring myself to get out of bed a few days later, no one was harassing me to come out anymore. i'm willing to bet my brother and sister have something to do with it, but i never wanted to ask. i still don't.
anyway, last year, i started getting back into practicing medicine, and while i'm not a certified nurse or anything, the volunteer groups don't really seem to care. i'm good with stitches and blood and all that shit, and with how people live around here, i'm never not busy. at night, i have a small job as a bartender, but nursing always comes first. i'm always getting called out, or called to the back to help someone out. bullet lodged in your throat? wrist snapped? head trauma? just call up andia. ahaha, just kidding. kind of. so, life is definitely better now, so, we'll see how long that lasts.
oh, random shit people should know about me? um, i'm short, and cute, and all that, but i can break your arm as fast as you can smack my ass. of course, i'm not one of those vicious girls, i simply defend myself. other than that, i'm a sweet-heart, i swear. i probably indulge in 'fun' more than i should, but when life is fucked, why the hell not? i love watching fights, i can hold my tequila better than most men, but i can't roll a blunt to save my life. i can mix drinks like a pro, but that's in the job description. after working long days, though, nothing feels better than curling up in bed in comfy underwear and cuddling with something. i'm a cuddler, i admit it. and if they bring me ramen or cereal? i'm in love. oh, and i have a nasty habit of stealing hoodies, especially dudes'. watch out. "
THE PUPPETEER !
your name : julz
years of role-playing : six
other characters? : none
your age : sixteen
where did you find us? : i stalk (;
