Post by roxanna on Feb 4, 2012 16:43:22 GMT -6
ROXANNAGRACIELAALVEZ
"Listen, you don't know me and I don't know you. And if you know what's good for you you'll stay away from me. I'm bad news."
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"Listen, you don't know me and I don't know you. And if you know what's good for you you'll stay away from me. I'm bad news."
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hello, my name is ROXANNA, i'm 16 and i was born on August 6th. i guess that makes me a JUNIOR and i've been A STUDENT at blackwood academy for 2 years. people would say i'm a stubborn, out-spoken firecracker and that i look a lot like Cassie but i just don't see it.
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Hello. I'll be interviewing you today. Can you tell me your name, maybe a little bit about yourself?
Ah! Tudo bem......hm what's there to know? Name's Roxanna, call me Roxy for short if ya wanna. I've been stuck in this hell-hole for about 2 years ever since that indirect arson incident at my old middle school. If you know what's good for you, you won't ask about that. It was only a matter of time until I ended up here, what with all of my 'previous' offenses stacked against me and all. I'm a straight-no-chase talker and you'll only get the truth from me, -shrugs- all jokes aside. Can you afford to lie nowadays?
Let's see, I'm a pretty chill girl. I'm actually laid-back and can gel with almost anybody. Except for jerks and shallow chicks. Our 3 species just don't get along. When I'm into something, I'm pretty passionate about it. Take dancing and being an all around idiot for example. I have NO idea where it came from, but I'm obsessed with it! =D Did I mention I can be a total spaz? It's a shame really. Dude....I think I have ADHD. I kid you not.
I know I have a short temper, I know I'm stubborn and to be honest, I think every problem can be solved with my fists but...there's more to me than just that. I have a soft spot buried underneath all of this pent-up frustration and anger. My best-friends? I'd die for them. You mess with them, you mess with me. I suck at explaining my feelings and expressing them, but I will listen and try my best to help you with your problems; even if you only need a listening ear.
That's a lovely name. Why don't you tell me about the people that named you, your parents? And what about the rest of your family and people close to you, tell me about them.
Look, I don't know who my parents are. They handed me over to the system when I was barely 6 days old. I ended up being adopted into this foster family who shouldn't have even been allowed to take kids. I remember them telling me that my birth parents were pretty young when they had me, and according to them I was "shipped straight outta the poorest town in Brazil". God that is depressing. But that's their mistake, why the heck should I have to suffer for it?
Used to cry about it, but I don't anymore. Whining gets you nowhere, right? As for any others brothers or sisters, I have no idea. If they did have any more kids then that's good for them. Technically I do have alot of siblings here in the States, what with being tossed from one foster home to another. Lost touch with the latest ones ever since I got sent here to BAD. I won't even lie to you, I miss them like crazy!
Interesting... What about before Blackwood, how was your life?
-snort- You're just too into this, aren't you? Alright, like I said before I got here I was a foster kid. Man I was tossed around so many times I might as have been a gypsy! I can't even put the blame on all the people that took me in though. It was a team effort. Some of them beat the **** out of me, and all of the families were just.....wrong. It's hard to explain but, when you're a kid you just have that intuition, you know?
When I got older I developed a lot of issues. Fear was an ever present factor as a child. Whenever I heard booming footsteps, crap shatter, or someone hollering my name I automatically dove under a bed, into a closet or I'd just run. Deus I still have knee-jerks reactions. -sigh- Eventually that fear morphed into anger. You know as a kid you don't understand why adults do the things they do; I was seriously mad at my parents for giving me up and not owning up to their responsibilities. I'm still sorta insecure about that.....
I lashed out, I talked back, I threw things, I threw fists, I set things on fire, I got into fights with other kids, I even started food fights every now and then. I was just angry, angry, sad, truly hurt and I.....I really didn't have a good outlet. You'd think that when I entered junior high I would straighten up. Nope! More foster homes, more transfers, more lies from families saying they would keep you and make you a part of their family, and more violent clashes. I even started flunking classes here and there, which is stupid because I'm smarter than what people give me credit for.
If you had to pick something, what's the worst and the best things your done in your life?
The best thing I've ever done.....the best thing I've ever...done. Oh! The BEST thing I've ever done was bump heads with ______ and ______, those 2 would later on in my life become the greatest friends I've ever had. I love them like I love peanut butter. I don't even joke about it man, peanut butter is addictive. But seriously, I love ______, and ______ like my own family.
Now the WORST thing I've ever done? That's a tie. One stunt landed me here and the other I almost.....killed someone. It was an accident I SWEAR. I was 10 and my then favorite foster brother, Zach [aged 12], and I had found our "dad's" hunting rifle in the basement. [Now that I think about it, that man had an awful huge collection of guns...] We found some rounds and ran outside to the yard in the back of the house. Karina, our then foster sister and goody-two-shoes, told us not to play with it. I.....should've listened.
We took turns firing rounds and MAN was it fun at first! Alright so the after-shock blew us to the ground each time but it was pretty sweet. It was when we were on the 6th shot that I made that stupid mistake. Zach helped me load the gun and was showing me how to aim and stuff. Right when I was this close to shooting Karina barreled into the backyard and scared the crap out of me. I whirled around, accidentally pulled the trigger and shot Zach in the shoulder and broke a window.
He didn't die, thank DEUS but he wouldn't tell our "parents" what happened. He wouldn't tell them that I was the one who shot him. That he didn't accidentally pull the trigger while the gun was aimed at himself. That I didn't break the kitchen window. I NEVER touched a gun again. EVER. I had never been so scared and traumatized in my entire life. I hate the sight of other people's blood now and I drop dead when I hear gunshots. That crap was just too unreal. They shipped him off about a month after he'd gotten well. Apparently that was his "last straw". I know he lied to protect me but......I can never forgive myself for what I did to him. Never.
What made you come to Blackwood?
-grumbles- Blame my social worker, Ms.Travessao. I've got to hand it to this woman, she stuck with me ever since my first transfer when I was 3. The girl knows me like a dork knows Star Wars. No matter where I am, what I doing, or what I'm thinking the Travessao is right there. She's the reason I ended up here, because that arson incident in 8th grade was my last straw.
I'll give it to the girl, she's a smooth talker. She managed to persuade Judge Stiff-Neck to give me a 15th chance, I was only 13 after all. All I needed was, "Guida and another chance at making something of myself". It was cheesy as heck but hey, it worked. Now, I'll be honest. I thought I'd get 73 million hours of community service and be done with it. Nooooooo. Ms. Travessao just had to take it one step further.
"School? You're sending me to SCHOOL?"
"Yes little miss Roxy. I am."
"I ain't going to a stupid academy."
"Oh yes. You will. It's good for you! Perhaps it'll reform you."
"Reform? I don't need to reform! I'll change, don't make me go Jess come on!"
"Roxanna! You're going and that's final! Don't make me drag you."
"Fine. They won't find me anyway."
There was an undercurrent in what I said, and Ms. Travessao knew what I meant without having to ask. Kinda dumb for me to think my parents might actually look for me right? Right? In any case, Jess put her foot down and I ended up here. End of story.
Okay, and last question I promise, do like how your life has turned out?
Yes. And no. Alright it could have been much worse than it is now, and if I didn't have Jess breathing down my neck every 10 seconds I probably wouldn't be here today. So.....in a bittersweet way.....yea. Im glad.
] We found some rounds and ran outside to the yard in the back of the house. Karina, our then foster sister and goody-two-shoes, told us not to play with it. I.....should've listened.
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your name; Panda
how you found the site; Seas Would Rise
other characters; None.
how long you've been roleplaying; Like 7 years,lol
code word; Admin Edit
status; FINISHED!
