Post by cat on Dec 12, 2010 21:52:16 GMT -6
CATRIONAANNAZIELINSKI
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Shouldn’t you know this by now? Just wondering. Or do you need a pronunciation? I’m Catriona Zielinski. Memorize it. I won’t be saying the full name again. Most people call me Cat.
“Next question, how’s school?”
I went to school when I felt like it. Usually I didn’t. I did better studying on my own. My dad’s a professor, so anything I really want to know I could ask him.
I “attended” several schools, ending with high school at Jonathan Morton High school. It was alright. I only showed up enough to keep up my grades to stay on the field hockey team. So pretty much first semester.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
First of all, I adore hockey. My little brother and I played all the time. He’s like my best friend really. When we weren’t playing together, I’d do some exploring. We have these fascinating woods back home. I should probably tell you I’m from far up in Wisconsin. Nothing but wilderness. I actually kinda liked it. Weird huh? Well, at least I stayed out of the drugs and shit everyone else got into. Sure, I had a beer every once in a while, but who doesn’t? It’s not like I went anywhere afterwards. Just hanging out with some friends in someone’s basement.
I snowboarded a bit too. We got lots of snow so I figured it would be good to put it to use.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
I’m from your average American family. The kind you always see on T.V. Two parents, still married, and two kids, a boy and a girl. It was kinda funny. We all actually get along. My parents were pretty lax about discipline and let Olek and I try things out.
Olek’s my little brother. He’s two years younger than me, but we’re pretty close. Like my best friend. He’s a good kid, but I still try to keep him out of trouble. Trust me, he needs someone to do that. Kid attracts more trouble than anyone I know. I don’t get it. He’s your typical “all-american.” Athletic, smart, fairly attractive, and actually has a good personality. A bit naïve though. He falls for the wrong people too. I should probably mention that he’s gay. It’s not too obvious, but he gets hurt a lot from it. His “gaydar” is broken. And guess who has to pick up the pieces? That’s right. Me. The only guys he’s ever had a relationship with turned out to be an ass. More on him later.
My friends? I was one of those weird people who hung out with everyone. Band geeks, stoners, jocks, I knew em all. I mean, my inner circle was the first chair trumpet, the quarterback, and my fellow goalie. John, Noah, and Andrea. The four of us were close. We did everything together. Well, everything you can do in a small town. I dated Noah for a while too. The only guy I ever did more than kiss with.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
I am average beyond belief. Average height (5’7”) average weight (130), with mousy brown hair and grey blue eyes. No complaints though. It works for me. The only person that seems to have issues with my looks is my mom. Apparantly I look too boyish for her tastes. I’m just too damn lazy to do anything with my hair or put on make up. Besides, I still get all the guys I want, which is just Noah. No one else really matters. Though he’s probably moved on by now. Too bad no one here interests me.
I’d like to think it’s my personality that really gets me people though. I’m hopelessly loyal and very overprotective. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. It’s a bitch like that. I can’t control my feelings.
Other than that, I try to be sweet to people and give them the benefit of the doubt. Until they try my patience. That doesn’t take long though.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
Surprisingly, I’m a fairly good girl. The only real trouble I got into with the police is when I attacked that guy. And that was such a fiasco. He really over reacted.
“Why did you do it?”
He hurt my brother. You don’t F*ck with a 14-year-old kid like that. And you don’t leave him afterwards. This guy was an ass and he deserved it. Don’t even try to tell me I was wrong.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
I let myself get carried away. I didn’t mean for Justin Sawyer to die. I just wanted to hurt him for hurting my brother. I hadn’t expected him to bleed to death, really. I’d probably have gotten into just as much trouble if he’d lived, but at least I wouldn’t feel so terrible about it.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
I got accepted into a local modeling agency. I’d originally tried it to see if I could do it. It was really surprising. I mean, would you expect me to be model material? I didn’t even take the audition seriously until I saw some of the fake bitches I was up against. I guess androgyny is in this season? Either way, it was pretty sweet to beat them at their own game. After I got accepted I actually got into it. Making money for just standing there? Sounds good to me.
"Got any vices?"
I like a drink every now and then. I’m a bit overprotective. Really though, I just behave for the most part. I had eligibility and drug tests to worry about for sports.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
I’d have found a better way to deal with Sawyer. While what I did was satisfying beyond belief, it would have been better without the consequences. I would’ve liked to have kept a clean record, stuck to my work and hockey team. No turning back the clock though, so I just accept what I did.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
So this guy, Justin Sawyer, was dating my brother. Sawyer was a junior and Olek was in eighth grade. Needless to say, Olek was thrilled, seeing as it was his first boyfriend and it was an older guy. Thing is, Justin was a F*cking asshole. Pure slime. He just saw Olek as a nice piece of ass. He hit my brother a few times, but that isn’t the worst of it. See, Olek turned him down for S*x after they broke up. Sawyer wouldn’t take no for an answer. So he got Olek drunk and raped him. Scratched him up too. Olek told me later, but it took a lot of coaxing. He’s still got scars.
Nothing anywhere near as bad as what Justin Sawyer got when I caught up with him. Ugh, you know what the bastard said when I confronted him? He asked if I wanted a turn! He thought I’d want to sleep with him. That just solidified my opinion of him. So I merely nodded and we went up to his room. He didn’t know the things I had in my bag. First thing I did was tie him up. He thought it was kinky and sexy. What? I had to get him hard to do what I planned to do. I told him I had a “special surprise” for him, so I slipped off the bed and got a blindfold. Slipped it on him. Then grabbed the knife. Biggest one I could find at home. Dad’s hunting knife. I sliced him a little. Nothing too deep, just enough to cause pain. Not gonna lie, I am a sadist and I did get off on that part. I didn’t taste any of it though. Gods, I don’t even want to think of what diseases he might have had. Luckily, Olek didn’t catch any of them.
Where was I? Oh yes, slicing up Sawyer. Well, he didn’t seem to mind it much either, seeing as his erection didn’t go down. I stuck mostly to his chest, but moved down to his thighs. I worked inward. He bled a bit more than planned but, oh well. I should’ve tried to staunch the flow a bit, but I didn’t. Shit happens. When he was close to finishing, I erm… is there any way to put this delicately? Probably not. I cut off his penis. Then I took his blind fold off so he could see. Poor bastard seemed to be in shock afterwards. Guess it’s true. Some guy’s brains are located in the dick. Then I just left. Cops said he bled to death. Oops?
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Justin Sawyer deserves to be here. I was just taking measures to prevent him from hurting anyone else. But hell, maybe I can take out some similar assholes here. Maybe this place will be worth my time.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
I was born in Kielce, Poland in a hospital. I came out of a woman named Elena Zielinski. I went home with that same woman and her husband, Wojceich Zielinski. A year later we moved to Wisconsin. A year after that, Olek was born.
Erm, I’ve always been a pain in the ass. Just as my mom says. I’ve always done things my own way. If I didn’t feel like wearing something to school, I wouldn’t. Hell, if I didn’t want to go to school, there was no ways of really making me unless everyone involved wanted a throbbing headache and sore shins. When I did go to school, I did alright. I am fairly intelligent even if the school doesn’t think so.
I joined the school band, sucked at it, and got kicked out. Not a big loss really. I was horrible at the saxophone. It sounded like a monkey being strangled. I stuck with hockey though. Love that sport. I made varsity field hockey my freshman year. .
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Zielinski, Catriona A.
Race: White (Polish)
DOB and Age: August 12, 1994. 16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 15 One year.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Has had one broken wrist. It is now susceptible to pain and future injury. Also wears braces.
Other: None at the moment.
Race: White (Polish)
DOB and Age: August 12, 1994. 16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 15 One year.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Has had one broken wrist. It is now susceptible to pain and future injury. Also wears braces.
Other: None at the moment.
Your name: Randi.
How you found us: I’m Zack and Oli’s puppet master
Code word in the Rules: felony
Play by: Szandra Szilvassy
