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GREEN, Pepper Ann
|Pepper Ann Green
It's A Para!
Member No.: 1,049
Joined: 28-February 12
| PEPPER ANN GREENHey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you? My name is Pepper Ann Green. Yeah, thatís really it.. Most people call me ĎPepí and Iím not really sure if itís better or worse than my full name. You want to know how I got called Pepper Green? The people from the orphanage found me in a box of green peppers. They were either a rather bored bunch or they really didnít have any creativity amongst them. Either way, I got called after the vessel I was dumped in. My middle name came along a bit later and it was given to me because of a show called ĎPepper Anní that was apparently popular back then. Again: bored or very lacking. Do I wish I had a better name? Most times. But then again, Iím not exactly a Ďnormalí person, so perhaps itís good my name reflects that. Iíll never change my name, no matter how much I may dislike it, because itís one of the only things I really own. And, no, Iím not being sappy on purpose. Just factual. I was told to be straight, honest and factual in this thing. Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking? ďAt this very moment Iím fifteen, but Iím turning sixteen soon. They estimate my birthday is roughly around the 20th of May. Nobody can be
Let's get to the point and all take our tongues out
And not show off our scars; not leave here with doubts that
Things in life, well they could've been easierNote for administrative use:
This interview was conducted over electronic means to accommodate the interviewee, who has a clinically diagnosed stutter. The answers sent via the Instant Messenger client were not altered before they were pasted on this interview sheet.
positive, though, so we kind of just make it that day and hope for the best. It makes me wonder, though, if I was kept for a few days after I was born or if I was dumped right away. I know it shouldnít make a difference butÖ it does. And as far as I remember this is a private interview, so I trust that school or not this wonít be shown to anybody. I donít want any of the school staff or any of the guys to see this. Iíll just tell them you made it all up if you do show Ė I know my rights.
Anyway. If I get the scholarship to Hallows Edge Academy then Iíll be a Sophomore. Itíll be strange to be in an actual school instead of being taught by Audra. But everybody says school is important and blah blah so Iím doing this and Iím feeling rather excited about it. Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl? The last time I checked I was definitely a woman. I got all the girl bits and none of the guy bits. I didnít mean I wasnít normal in this way. And are you straight, gay or...? UhÖWhy exactly do you need to know this, anyway?
Iím straight, I guess. I mean, all the people Iíve had crushes on were guys. But I suppose that tells you nothing, right? And I canít be one-hundred-percent positive here because Iíve never had that sort of relationship with anybody. Not one Iíve willingly instigated, anyway. But Iíve never found any girls pretty in THAT way. So Iím going with straight, but if Iím proved wrong somewhere in the future (unlikely but you never know) then Iíll let you know. Have we met before? You look so familiar! ĎAny resemblances to any persons alive or dead is purely coincidentalí. Seriously, though, youíve never seen me before. Just leave it at that, alright? We donít want things to get sticky.
Oh! But I was told I look a lot like Ariana Grande, if that helps.Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance? Didnít I send through a picture in the beginning of this?
Iím a typical nearly-sixteen-year-old in height and bodyÖ proportions and whatever. I might be a little skinner than I should be but thatís not intentional. I have two ears, a normal nose, two brown eyes and long hair. Itís naturally dark brown but I dyed it this shade of red recently. This comes from a bottle that I got for my last birthday from the whole family. They all saved up for heaven knows how long to get it for me. And so I wear it with pride. Iím pale in complexion and have ten fingers and ten toes. Thatís me in a nutshell.And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?Style? UhmÖ Whateverís affordable and not completely worn out? Mostly itís jeans and a shirt, because those are the most common finds in any of the stores we go to. I have one or two dresses and skirts, though, and I love them rather a lot. They make me feel feminine, but not in the ĎIím sexy, eat meí kind of way. I dunno. I guess I like wearing them because they make me feel a little moreÖ delicate is the only word I can come up with right now, but itís not exactly right. I only wear them on special occasions or days when I need to feel good about myself for confidence or happiness because I canít afford them to break or wear out.
I donít have any tattoos Ė Audra would go sparse, I think, if I even thought of getting one. The same with piercings in strange places. I have my ears done, though. And for a home job I am very proud of how symmetrical they are.What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?I try very, very hard to make the answer to this question Ďnothingí. I donít
want to stand out, and for my family itís a very, very good thing when I
I have to pick one thing?
Okay then: my hair. Itís bright red Ė people are bound to notice it. Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice? I tend to have trouble with looking people in the eye. I was taught that itís disrespectful and I still canít really get that lesson out of my head with strangers or people I donít know very well. I donít do it with my family, though. When Iím angry or frustrated I always cross my arms and grip my elbows. Itís my alternative of clenching my fists really hard. And I tend to stare at people without noticing when Iím thinking. Apparently thatís very creepy.So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?Quiet, shy, unimportant. Not worth noticing much.
And thatís the way I want it to be. Only people who have something worthy to give can get away with drawing attention to themselves. I might have something to say, but itís almost never the popular opinion and I can never say it. Not unless itís written down, and even then I donít have enough schooling to structure essays the way theyíre supposed to be structured. And, as I mentioned before, for my family blending in is needed.
Of course, sometimes Iím seen as the rude girl Ė the one who never greets you back or keeps up conversation with you or wants to partake in your conversations, as though I think Iím better than you. If this is what the stranger seesÖ Iíd laugh. Because nothing is farther than the truth Ė Iím better than no one in this town.So, sport, you got any hobbies?I donít have any.
No, really, I donít have any.
Iím not athletic, Iím not very academic, Iím not arty or musical or anything like that. In my spare time I listen to music Ė mostly what the kids are blasting out the TV Ė and read either fairytales or comic books, depending on which gender won the coin toss.
The only thing I really do other than that is help the family out with some activities and sing to myself in the shower. Iím fluent when I sing, and that thrills me.
UhmÖ I suppose I can squeeze into tight spaces and run rather fast. And I know how to throw a punch. So if HEA ever opens up a violent-swift-contortionist club then Iíll join that. Interesting! And what about the things you like the most? The sunshine and the outdoors.
Watching people use sign language. I think itís the prettiest language in the world.
Sleeping in late. Anything past seven AM.
Dancing, even though I know I suck at it. Dancing in the rain is the only time I can stand that type of weather.
Romancy stuff. If books and movies are the only places that sort of thing exists, then I want to consume as much of it as I can.
Ghost-story-Saturdays. When all of the kids and some of the bigger kids and some of the older guys and I all squash into a home-made tent with torches and a recording of a dog howling in pain thatís supposed to be scary but actually just makes us all cry with laughter.
Eating the toppings off a pizza first and then only eating the base.
Singing. Even though I probably suck at it.
The colour pink. Donít judge.
Disney movies. See above. And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?The rain. Itís too gloomy and too wet and it keeps kids with too much energy inside one room. Not a good thing.
Fashion. I just donít understand why people with money would want to spend it on Ďthe latest trendí. Just buy normal clothes that look the same and spend your cash on better things.
Mockers/snobs/bullies. Just because somebody is weaker, smaller or less in the eyes of society does not make it alright for you to attack them. Especially when they canít stand up for themselves. Not only does this hit a personal button that makes me see red, but it also just annoys me in general. People need to grow up.
Dogs. Iím scared of them.
The idolatry people give to sex, as though itís the best and only thing in the world. Personally, I think itís been turned into a weapon and given to dangerous people. Itís NOT something to be worshipped or killed for like everybody seems to think.
People who think they own me because theyíre older than me or have some degree or something. If you want my respect, you have to earn it. And I follow nobody but Mia.
Having to speak in public. Having to speak to anybody I donít know at all. I hate it. I hate not being able to speak. I hate the pity worse than the disgust. I hate that everything I have in my head refuses to come out right and that I have to fight with every syllable. I hate it. Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.If I get in to this place Iím not going to stay in the dorm Iím assigned. Iím going to go right back to Miaís flat, where Iíve stayed for years, and Iíll come to school from there every morning. Nothingís taking me from my family.
Again, if this gets out Iím denying it.
Iím a virgin.
Oh, he was going to rape me. Audra just came before he could. She assumed heíd already done the deed and I let her. Itís easier to explain why I dislike the notions of sex so much with that background in mind. But actually, I just hate the idea. My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?Audra calls me ĎMBITí, said like ĎEm-Bee-Ití. It stands for Mother Bear In Training. Iím typing under correction, here, but my best trait is the fact that Iím naturally mothering. I gotta take care of those younger than me. I canít promise Iím really all that good at it Ė I just love doing it. I want to give anything smaller and weaker than me the love and safety I never had.
Again Ė no sap, just facts. And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo. Iím shy, Iím too trusting, I hold grudges, I lash out when Iím angryÖ Need I go on? Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.I donít know my blood family. I donít know if theyíre alive or how many there are or even if they exist. Iím all of me I have in this world.
But if youíre looking for the people closest to the description of ĎMomí and ĎDadí Iíll point you toward Mia and Audra. And then I have about eleven Ďunclesí and Ďauntsí Ė all ex-gang members or honorary members. And all my siblings. Any pets?No, no room. Seeley tried to keep a bird, once. It flew away. We had to make up some story that it went back to its family and that it was happy there. She still swears Ďher birdí comes back and sings to her every morning. You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from? I dunno where I was born, but I was raised right here. Hallowís Edge is a beautiful town and it must be great for the middle class and perfect for the rich. For me, itís just a town that has so much thatís out of my reach. Itís easier than the big city, Iíve heard, so Iíll probably never leave. But I hate how it taunts me. I see, cool. So how come you ended up at HEA?Mia and Audra. They heard about the scholarship program and got it into their heads that I had to go to school with the rest. I protested, of course, but they were firm. And I canít ever say no to them. Mia always, always knows best, anyway. Almost done. So anything else we should know about you? The Hallows Edge House For Children got a little surprise delivered with their groceries on the morning of the 22nd of May. In amongst the green peppers lay a baby girl wrapped in plastic. I suppose that should make me grateful the plastic wasnít branded Ė If I was called ĎWal-Martí I think Iíd just about die. Thereís also a bit of a debate as to whether the plastic was supposed to cover me up or suffocate me. None of the women at the House would ever talk to me about it and they made it seem so strange that a five-year-old was asking about such things that I eventually shut up about it all. Anyway, I was taken in and raised by the workers of the House and I canít remember anything that was terrible. Some of the women were strict and some of them a bit short but looking back I can understand why Ė there were too many of us and not enough them, let alone enough money. They did their best, though, and even though it wasnít the greatest it was enough.
At age eight I got given the only gift an orphan wants: a family. The couple had been flittering around the House for a while and finally decided on me. I was to go to their house for six months as a foster child and if everything worked out they could then apply for adoption and sign the papers and all the other legalities. I canít remember much about my ĎMotherí. I remember less about my ĎFatherí, but thatís because thatís how I want it to be. The only thing I can really remember is being unable to sleep in my own bed for the first three weeks Ė having my own room and my own bed just felt wrong. I was used to snoring, crying, noisy blanket-stealers. If I knew then what I know about my ĎFatherí now, Iíd never go near his bed, let alone sleep in it
with him there. Ignorance is bliss.
I liked how quiet and intimate they were Ė they hardly ever spoke to each other or to me, but this was a welcome change. I mean, even back then I knew the way I speak isnít something most people like. So the quiet was favourable and less frustrating and it made me feelÖ like I could belong and be silent at once. I liked that. I thought Iíd learn to love them.
As soon as the adoption papers were signed, the faÁade fell apart. The woman returned to her hometown with the money sheíd been paid to act the part of the loving wife safely tucked in her pockets. Social Services checked on me, of course, but they were too busy and too underpaid to see through the lies my Ďfatherí fed them. And he didnít only lie about being married.
He ran a strip club with a difference Ė a house of pleasure for men and women alike. A place where young children were taught the best ways to pleasure customers and rake in money so that when they were old enough they could make him a fortune. I was made to watch things that are usually beyond R-Rated in movies, was instructed on exactly how to go about a threesome and was taught things about male and female biology that not even doctors are taught. By age ten I knew more about the theories of sex than the average fifteen-year-old. I wasnít allowed to go to school Ė it was too much money and the risk was too great that somebody would find out about my home life. Instead, I was taught to read and write and do sums and to crook and pickpocket and pole dance and seduce by the women already employed in the house.
The kinder ones pitied me for my crap way of speaking. The hardened ones hated me, because silence and the shy obedience I naturally possessed were most desired in clients.
I was only on look-and-learn duty until puberty kicked in at twelve. As soon as I could fill out a bra my Ďfatherí put a date on my head and started looking around for a client suitable for my first time. He needed somebody who would be willing to give him absolute feedback: he needed to know how much I was worth so he could set my rates. My first time would be a threesome, so that one of the older girls could help me out and be the second examiner on how well Iíd learnt over the years.
Obviously, Iíd heard of religion before. During the week leading up to my date I prayed to every god and goddess that I could find to pray to, begging one of them to save me. One of them Ė I donít know which one Ė sent an angel. Her name is Audra.
I didnít have a clue who she was, all I knew was that she wasnít one of the women of the place. When she came in, two hours before my client arrived, desperation took over and I literally grabbed her and started begging. I can remember saying, ďPlease get me out of here. I donít care how. Iíll go out as your slave, Iíll go out dead. Just get me out. Please!Ē Obviously it didnít come out exactly like that, and when I was being dragged away by security I was so terribly, terribly afraid that she hadnít understood me.
My client was terrifying Ė large, foreign and leaking danger and anger issues from every fibre of his body and clothing choice. I tried to distract him and buy myself time for a miracle of some sorts. At first he was amused. That didnít last very long. Despite it being a threesome, the other girl was told to wait outside. She couldnít disobey Ė he was paying. As soon as she left I started to beg. It helped buy me about another ten minutes while he laughed at my speaking. And then I was sure it was all over Ė he undressed me, threw me down and wrapped his legs around meÖ
I thought the noise of the door being kicked in was my world exploding around me. And then grief turned to terror as another guy pulled the client off me. If I was scared of my client, I was petrified of this new man Ė he looked like he could massacre the entire world without breaking a sweat. And then my angel was suddenly in the room, covering me up and trying to calm me and telling the really scary guy to leave the client and just get out. Next thing I know, scary guy is picking me up and Iím leaving in one piece.
I was sure he was going to kill me Ė or worse Ė when we got away, but I actually didnít care. Better to die in the streets than become shit in that whorehouse. But Miasma did nothing to me except give me his shirt and stand guard while Audra explained who they were and that she was sorry for taking so long but they wouldnít listen to her and so she had to go and get ĎMiaí to help. For the first time in about five years, somebody held me as I cried. I loved Audra from that moment on.
And MiaÖ Mia is the whole world. Heís every great king and leader rolled into one person. I was scared of him for about a week. After that, I swore fealty to him for the rest of eternity. No melodrama there Ė again just plain truth. Iíd follow Mia to the gates of hell. All of us would Ė thatís why heís our leader. And heís the best father I could ever ask for.
Audra and Mia took me back to what was the gang back then and thatís where Iíve been ever since. Members came and went as they grew up, died, got taken away and got abandoned but the core of my family never changed. I found out I liked taking care of the youngsters, so Audra took me under her wing and started to teach me how to pleasure people in a totally different way. She also continued to teach me schoolwork from her old books and notes and friendsí stuff. I got to choose my own death: I made it a simple hit-and-run. And, as previously mentioned, I let them all think Mia and Audra had been too late, that that client had his way with me before they came.
Thatís me in a nutshell.
Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?Para! Or ĎThat Annoying One Who Never Shuts Up About Jayrris And Her Weird Plot Bunniesí. And how long have you been on this planet?18.5 yearsSo how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?Six/Seven years now.Any other creations of yours wandering this site?Cedrina Simon and Mr Arrogant.And how did you find us?Swifty, of course. All good ideas in my Internet life come from her.Is this app in response to a Want Ad?YES ErrrÖ Does this count as self-advertising?? Is there anything else we should know?Run. I have returned. And finally, the phrase that pays!Mona Lisa, youíre guaranteed to run this town!
| Usually Jaden only felt one emotion at a time. The norm of this emotion was mostly either amusement or lust or a bizarre, self-created fusion of the two. The blonde was a red-blooded male: he was not used to being bombarded with many and frustratingly conflicting emotions all at once. And yet that was exactly what was happening at that moment as he righted himself from his almost-fall and glared at his sarcastically clapping best friend. There was irritation, frustration, humiliation, defensiveness, a grudging need to admit to her slight win, moodiness and almost pure relief. This last emotion just made him more peeved Ė on top of feeling too many emotions at once some of those emotions were ones he usually didnít associate with one of his friends popping up after days of disappearance. |
Granted, his friends had never pulled such a disappearing act. And, granted, none of them had ever or would ever be the distinct category of relationship that Ferris owned and abused in his life. But the principal of the matter remained: he should not have been that relieved to see her smirking Ė especially when it was at his expense! Ė and alive.
His disposition only soured at Ferrisí showing off. As the smug little Irish pest approached he tried to strengthen his stance Ė a natural reaction to an oncoming threat: make yourself look more intimidating and your enemy will back off Ė but found that he couldn't get any more intimidating if he tried. Perfect. Just perfect. Not only had Ferris turned him into some form of girl that was superbly in touch with her emotions but sheíd also caused him to make a complete tard of himself and had caused him to break his favourite pair of sneakers. All part of the perks of being friends with Ferris Temper.
ďI heard you also sacrifice sheep whilst dressed in nothing but green leaves and leprechaun hats in Ireland.Ē The reply was automatic: no matter how mad he was at Ferris for her making him mad that he was relieved about her being okay he was still unable to not be his usual self around her. Sure, the retort was more barbed than usual but there was an undercurrent of teasing and sarcasm that lay across everything he and the little brunette did together.
For one wild moment Ė one insane, bad-mood driven moment Ė Jay considered replying that Ferris didnít deserve to be called a Jedi any more. But that insanity was swallowed even as his mood with his best friend soured. Some lines were just not meant to be crossed. ďThere must be something really screwy going on with The Force if it allows its Jedis to join the dark side so easily now-a-days.Ē He wasnít in the mood for banter at all and the result was really lame replies and a lingering scowl that pulled at his forehead and caused his arms to cross themselves across his chest.
The blonde was not even amused at her Batman reference. Irritation and frustration welled up in him as his scowl turned into a glare. A part of him realized he was being insanely childish: Ferris had, technically done nothing wrong. Except maybe cause him to nearly fall over himself. He had no claim to her and he was not her babysitter. He supposed the issue really was his horror at the worry heíd felt for her and the beating his ego took at her disappearance. Jay had really started to believe that Ferris and her had grown to be close friends. Or at least something more than Jay was used to in the sense of acquaintances.
ďYeah, I noticed you were busy.Ē His tone was clipped and unforgiving. Then he sighed and raked a hand through his damp hair in his tell-tale sign of some form of unease. ďNever mind,Ē he snapped. ďForget it. You donít answer to me. What is it you need, Oí mighty Mad Bad of Gotham?Ē The footballer forced a lighter tone into the last sentence, managing to wrestle the glare off his face somewhat. He just wanted to forget about all the emotions and the weirdness and go back to the pranking and insulting.
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