Post by SERENITY AYA TRASK on Oct 2, 2013 13:00:44 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] SERENITY A. TRASK  SERENITY | NINETEEN | MUSIC THEORY | FRESHMAN ------------------------------------------------- WELCOME, TAKE A SEAT. START OFF WITH YOUR NAME, HOW OLD ARE YOU? Oh, uh, heh, thank you. M-my name is Serenity Trask, although most people call me Sera. I’m not really sure if I like it, but oh well. [Coughs nervously.] Oh, right, my age... I’m nineteen years old. ------------------------------------------------- AWESOME. ARE YOU A LOCAL? Um, actually I was raised in Minnesota for most of my upbringing, I think. After a few years, though, my parents couldn’t really take it. We ended up moving to Alabama, but didn’t stay for long. I’ve been to 5 different states before coming to California. Last time I checked, my parents live out by Maine now, but they don’t check in very often anymore. ------------------------------------------------- NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. GOT A BIG FAMILY? I'M AN ONLY CHILD. Once upon a time, I did, I guess you could say. My sister died two months after she was born. My mother was already a mess before that, so you could imagine how wrecked she was after that. A little part of me worries that it’s my fault, but that’s implausible. I didn’t think they’d let me go at that convenient time... But that’s a topic for another time. My father was a good man, from what parts of him I could remember. He worked most of the time. ------------------------------------------------- GO FIGURE. DO YOU THINK YOUR FAMILY SHAPE WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON? To be honest, I don’t think so. I had a bad incident that resulted in a lot of what I think I am today. I’d like to say that I ended up a popular, outgoing sweetheart with a taste for the finest foods and the finest men, but I can’t. Part of it is the overwhelming shyness within me. A psychiatrist once told me, however, that my shyness is badly paired with my fear of relationships. Although, it’s not like I asked to not like being around people, they just... making me unbearably nervous and I just run out of things to say. The other part of it is that when you move around a lot, no one really shows a want of befriending someone who will just leave after a while. But other than nervousness, I just feel... numb. The only thing that does let me feel is playing the piano. I have been playing since I was young and I’d like to say I’m pretty good. A lot of people don’t like it though, because I play classical, as opposed to what people like these days. There’s something about Beethoven and Vivaldi that just... opens up the world and pours out every emotion for all to see. I wouldn’t really say I have any goals. I know that sounds weird, but I just haven’t really thought about it. All I’ve wanted was to get out on my own so I could just be by myself. ------------------------------------------------- THATS DEEP, MAN. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, YOU MUST HAVE AN INTERESTING BACK STORY, HM? I honestly don’t remember much of anything before I was 3. To be fair, I don’t remember much until I was 12. I guess, now, it’s time to tell you about the bad incident I keep mentioning. [Sighes.] My mother told me once of her recollection of it... When I was 3, my parents took me with them to the mall. Now this story would seem completely innocent if you didn’t know what happened at the end of the trip. We were in the small arcade near the back of the mall, when my mother’s attention was drawn away from me for just a moment. My father had gone to get some change at the counter. When they turned back... [Gulps.] I was gone. They searched for months to find me, but everyone knows most missing kids won’t be found after 48 hours. Eventually, they gave up and decided to rebuild themselves. But little did they know I was still alive. I don’t remember what my captors looked like or really much of anything in those dark 9 years. What I do remember is a dark hallway filled with rooms, and I stayed in the third room to the left. Two other girls with black hair shared the room with me. We were always well-fed and educated, but they left us alone in the dark a lot of times. I remember deep in the night, once, of a girl wailing in the room across from mine because she was scared of the dark. Someone, one of the kidnappers, barged into the room and then a loud thump was heard through the walls. The next morning, there was one less girl in the room across from us. Part of me is still absolutely terrified of the dark, but I will never scream for help. When I was in there, screaming only got you... [Shifts eyes.] taken away. In the dark house, however, one thing did come out well. One of the captors – we called her Mother Goose – taught me how to play the piano. She used to say I was the only one who was talented enough to be allowed to play, and then she would hold me to her chest and pat my hair. I can still remember the oddity of her frame and the roughness of her hands, but her face is absent from my mind. One day, the day before I turned 12, Mother Goose came to me in the dead of the night. She rushed me up quietly, told me it was time for me to go home. The thought confused me. “Home?” I asked her. “Is this not my home?” She threw me to the wall. “No, girl. Yo’ don’ live here an’more.” I should have known she was going to throw me to the curb by 12; every girl was sent out at 12 and never returned. If one stayed, we could hear the beating. Either you left or you died. “B-But, where do I go?” I pleaded, not knowing what outside would hold for me. Mother Goose tucked a letter in dirty dress and grabbed me by the hair. She dragged me down the hallway and tossed me out of the door. I landed hard on the pavement before the other captors grabbed me by the arms and tossed me into a big truck. After a few hours, I think, they tossed me out and I found myself in a nice neighborhood with green grass and pretty houses. I wandered for a while before it occurred me to look at the letter. I pulled it out and gazed at the address. This was the address to my house. I finally found them and they welcomed me back, as best as they could. My mother was 8 months pregnant. My father had a new job. It was a new house. Neither had expected me to show up at their doorstep. At first, they were so very happy, but after a while, it was like they had seen a ghost. And then my sister died. For the most part, nothing else really happened. Luckily, life was a lot more safe and secure and normal. I was required to see a psychiatrist, but that wasn’t a problem. Neither was moving around. Honestly, that’s really it. [Cough nervously.] Sorry, heh. ------------------------------------------------- MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED. ANYWAY, THATS IT. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. Sorry, I really am. I hope you have a nice day. Thank you for listening. [Leaves quickly.] ------------------------------------------------- THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED PANCAKE AND SITS AT 17. SHE LIVES IN THE CENTRAL TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO MARINA DIAMONDIS, DON'T YOU THINK? |
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