Post by Natalia Anne Kruske on Aug 28, 2010 20:05:07 GMT -7
NATALIA ANNE KRUSKE
"this time, baby, i'll be bullet proof"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Natalia Anne Kruske
Nickname(s): Talia
Gender: Female
Age: seventeen
Birthdate: November 5th, 1992
Sexuality: straight
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: bonnie parker
Played By: jac vanek
Grade: SENIOR
Boarding: yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: bleached blond
Build: skinny/slim
Scars: none
Piercings/Tattoos: ear piercings
Personal Style: The word to describe Talia's style is 'scene'. She likes to wear form-fitting, little dresses, but they have to be sleeve-less. When not in dresses, she wears tank tops with jean shorts and flip flops. She doesn't own a lot of sweaters or t-shirts...she's comfortable with her body, so why hide it? As far as jewelry goes, she wears tons of rubber bracelets as well as hoops of some sort and a necklace to match.
Her make up is rather simple: eyeliner. Sure, she wears foundation and powder, but her main focus is her eye makeup. Sometimes she'll play with eyeshadows, but black eyeliner is a must. She just feels...naked without it. And not in a good way. She usually wears a nude shade of lipgloss in a yummy cappucino flavor. Pucker up.
Her hair, however, is her pride and joy. She spends hours getting it perfect and in her opinion, it's worth it. She brushes it with 100 strokes before bed each night. She straightens in carefully so her hair won't fry when she bleaches it. She only uses expensive shampoos for her white-blond locks.
Appearance: Bleached blond hair. That's one of the first things people notice about Talia. Her natural hair color is light brown, but once every two months or so, she takes her long soft hair and bleaches it.
Natalia is short and thin with average sized assets for someone of her size, but her dark, heavily-eyelined eyes are powerful and piercing. She has soft curves and thin arms that look more fragile than they actually are. Her legs are strong from her daily runs and her tummy is flat from yoga.
Her clothes are girly, yet punk-ish at the same time. She chooses more revealing clothing over modest garbs. It's not that she's slutty, but she's just confident in her body in her looks. She goes with flip flops or boots rather than heels to make herself taller, but if she has to, she can actually look quite classy in a nice dress and a pair of heels.
Over all, she is a very pretty, petite girl.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: cigarettes, guns, hugs, cupcakes, ipods (the 21st century kinda rocks), sharpies, pens, composition notebooks, writing, poetry, clyde, bad asses, parties, eyeliner, stuffed animals, walking, coffee, shiny things
Dislikes: cops, any form of law enforcement, cars, spending money, justin beiber, cigars, getting blood on her clothes, waking up early, detention, getting caught, constant texting, crocks, static-y radios, surprises
Dreams: to meet up with clyde again and pretty much pick up where they left off
Fears: being shot at, being locked up, being ambushed again, losing someone she loves again
Habits/Hobbies: stealing, smoking, writing poetry, singing in the shower
Secret(s): she doesn't know if she can mentally handle losing someone she loves all over again.
Personality: To be frank about it, Talia comes off as a bitch. She's very used to getting what she wants, in both her past and present life. In her past, she got what she wanted by stealing. Now, not only does she steal, but because her family is well off, she has a credit card (However, the rush of the five-finger discount is far more exciting).
She can be kind of bossy when among other girls. Among girls, she's usually the leader and the independent one. However, if she knows there's a stronger leader than her, Talia isn't too proud and she'll become a follower if she sees fit. But she rarely sees fit. Natalia is highly intelligent and she knows she is. She figures herself to be much smarter than everyone else when it comes to common sense as well as books. If she actually tried in school, she could be a straight A student.
However she doesn't try. Natalia has a strong lazy side. If she doesn't see the point in an activity or purpose (such as school), she won't bother in trying. However if there's something in it for her or if she believes in a cause, you won't find a harder worker than Talia.
Underneath her bitch exterior, however, a good person can be found. Talia is fiercely loyal to the people she loves. She will fight to the death for any of her close friends. She has a huge heart for the homeless and has been known to take the things she steals and give it to them since they need it more than she does (after all, what is she going to do with yet another Coach bag?). She can be quite loving and sweet when she wants to be. Natalia is slower to violence than others because, in all honesty, she really hates seeing people get hurt. If someone gets hurt, she feels guilty about it and think about whether that person had people who loved them. She'd much rather intimidate than cause physical pain.
But if you're not on that rarely seen good side (and chances are...you're not) beware. Talia as a short fuse and an anger that can't be challenged. If you screw her over, she will get revenge sevenfold.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Leila Arabella Kruske, 42, Psychologist
Father: Tyler Paul Kruske, 45, Oncologist
Siblings: none
Other: none
Pets: none
Hometown: philadelphia, PA
History:
On May 23rd, 1934, Clyde Barrow was speeding down a desolate road in Bienville Parish, Louisiana driving a Ford V8 with Bonnie Parker sitting next to him. Out of no where, four police officers, hiding in the bushes surrounding the road opened fire on Bonnie and Clyde, killing Clyde instantly with a headshot. However, Bonnie was not so quickly killed. They say that her scream could be heard over the gunshots. When the smoke was cleared, two corpses laid inside the bulllet-riddled Ford. 25-year-old Clyde Barrow was shot seventeen times. 23-year-old Bonnie Parker had been shot 26 times.
58 years later on a cold November morning, Natalia Anne Kruske was born to Leila and Tyler Kruske. She was a miracle baby since Leila was supposed to be infertile. Thus, she was spoiled. Whatever Talia wanted, it was hers. It didn't take long for her to figure out that if she cried the right way and the right time, she could have the world.
But despite her privilliaged lifestyle, Talia always felt something was different about her. While the girls played with their dollies and princess, Talia played cops and robbers (being a robber, of course) or capture the flag with the older kids. And she was the best theif they'd seen. She always won at capture the flag. Originally, she thought it was just a skill she had. But when she got older, she learned it was much much more.
It started when she was thirteen years old. She dreamed she was back in the 1930s' and she dreamed of a man. He was an attractive man and he was in love with her and she with him. Every night, Talia would look forward to falling asleep and dreaming of him. In her dreams, they drove around a lot, just talking and laughing. Sometimes they would stop in stores and take out their guns and rob the place...but somehow, Natalia didn't think that they did was wrong, even after she woke up and reflected on the dream. When she reflected on her dreams in the day, she found they felt more like memories rather than dreams. But then one night, her dreamed turned into a nightmare. Like usual, she and this handsome man were driving around when all of a shudden glass shattered...and so did his head as bullets tore through the car. She screamed, but the bullets didn't stop. When she woke up in a sweat, Natalia could feel a burning sensation of where bullets hit her and in her head, the rest of the scene played out like a memory would rather than a dream.
The next day, she went to the library and researched criminals of the 1930's. When she got to a picture of a man and a woman she froze. She looked down at the smiling couple...the woman in the man's arms...
And she remembered taking that picture. She could remember how his chest felt under her hand and how his arm felt around her body. The memories came flooding in as she read all about herself and Clyde. Finally, she turned to the page about their death. She felt tears form in her eyes but she had to look away when the book showed their bodies in the car. "Look at what they did to us, Clyde," Bonnie whispered to herself as she closed the book.
She didn't quite understand, though. She felt such a connection with Bonnie Parker....yet her whole life...she'd been Natalia Kruske. Was she a psychic? She mentally slapped herself for being so stupid. Psychics didn't exist. There had to be a logical explanation for her just...knowing these things and memories. She tore up the library, looking for an answer, but not exactly knowing her question except "how?" which wasn't quite specific enough.
For the next two years, Natalia just KNEW she was Bonnie, but she didn't know how it was possible. Her habits became more like Bonnie's, though. She stole more and the more she stole, she better she got at it. And she started keeping a journal, writing many poems. She eventually forgot about the "How" she had about her life and just accepted she was Bonnie Parker, not Natalia Kruske. She didn't tell anyone for fear of being insane and getting meds to make Bonnie go away. Natalia didn't want Bonnie to go away. She liked Bonnie.
Two years later, in the summer before her sophomore year, Natalia was flipping channels until she found her answer on A&E. On TV was a special about reincarnation.
And finally, she understood. She was the reincarnated form of Bonnie Parker. She couldn't help but wonder if Clyde was out there somewhere. After all, if she could come back and live a second life, why couldn't he? She didn't want a second life without him anyway.
After getting kicked out of school for skipping and never handing in homework, Natalia's parents decided to finally crack down on their only daughter. They knew she was smart...just, not applying herself. So it was time to change that.
Despite her crying and pleading, in the summer of 2010 she found herself on a plane to North Carolina for boarding school. Once here, however, Talia didn't find the school so bad. Perhaps here Bonnie could find her Clyde.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: TINA
Other Characters: no one yet, but imma change that
Age: 16
Time Zone: central
Post Sample:
The rain fell mercilessly on him. He was used to the rain, though. It rained a lot in the winter and spring back home. He kept his hood up to protect himself from the falling rain. In the pockets of the thick coat he wore, Shea carried a dagger. In the pocket of his jeans was a switch blade. He had a gun tucked into his pants and another one strapped, unseen, to his back. A third was, yet another pistol, but if I told you where that one was, I'd have to kill you.
His blue eyes flickered up to the pub's sign. Here. Stella told him to meet here. Shea sighed and stepped into the warm dry pub. He kept his hood up, which cast a shadow over his features. Shea didn't waste time looking for her. He went straight to the bar tender and said, "Stella. I'm looking for Stella."
The bartender narrowed his eyes at Shea. "And who do you think you are?" He demanded to know.
"Sheridan Callaghan," Shea answered, his Irish accent making his words dance. "She told me to meet her here. In he back/basement-ish area, to be exact."
Slowly the bartender smirked. Those who went to that room never came out alive. The bartender bowed his head a little, "Of course, sir. Would you like a drink before you go?"
Shea nodded. He wanted his favorite. "A pint of Jack Daniels whiskey, if you don't mind."
Gotta stick with the classics, kid. Got to stick with those sweet classics.
The bartender fixed up what he thought would be Shea's last drink. Shea smirked a little at the guy's expression and when he tried to pay, the bartender said, "It's on the house." Shea rose his glass as a thank you to the bar tender and downed the whiskey. He should consider being a dead man more often. There were so many benefits.
The bar tender took the empty bottle from Shea and said, "Good luck. I hope she's in a good mood."
Shea smiled a little and said, "I don't care if she's in a bad mood."
The bar tender shook his head and said, "You say that now, boy...you say that now. You don't know her."
Right. Shea didn't know her. Riiiiiiiight.
He headed down the dark hallway, his head hung and the hood still over his head. He sighed. He didn't know if he was ready for this. But, he doubted he ever would be. It was now or never. He'd enter that room and Shea had no idea what kind of state he'd exit in. He paused in front of the door. His heart was pounding. He had never done this before. He doubted Stella was the right person to go to...
But she was all he had.
Shea opened the door to the dark room. This is where Stella usually killed her victims. An amused smile crept on to Shea's face as he closed the door behind him and pushed his hood off his head. "So, I suppose I am the only one who sees this room and lives to tell the tale?" He muttered, taking off his coat. His coat made queer clinking noises as he flung it over a chair, his weapons hitting each other. He pulled out the shotgun that had been strapped to his back and leaned it against a wall. Shea ran his hands through his reddish-brown hair.
He was a man who had killed many people. Taken crazy dares. Pulled off the most outrageous of heists.
And he was afraid to talk about his feelings. Something just wasn't right.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
