Post by DANDELION WHITAKER on Oct 9, 2012 2:24:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;] HALEYCAT FULL NAME: dandelion isolade whitaker ALIAS: dani, dandie, lion, dellie DATE OF BIRTH: 10.10.1990 AGE: eighteen OCCUPATION: gymnast SEXUALITY: bisexual PLAY BY: anais pouliot TOURIST [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me you will be blessed with a child of dark hair, bee stung lips and a small mole on the cbin. the daughter will be beautiful but will be taken away from you.., when dandelion’s parents heard this, they laughed at the psychic at the fair when they were eighteen years old. they never thought a daughter, let alone a family, was in their future at least not in the distant future. the warning was overlooked even as they made love that night and the night after that and eight weeks later, a daughter was growing in daisy’s stomach with the very features that this woman had described. even as a fetus, dandie was a little fighter who was constantly doing things such as flipping and turning in her mother’s womb and listened to the sounds of her parent’s voices. they calmed her down even in the worst moments of growth and pain for their daughter—and this was just in the womb. her parents were constantly sweet to one another, loving words to both parties and then turning their affection to their unborn child. dandelion would kick at the hands placed on her stomach, feeling pressure invading her small flipping and twirling space and life was good for the girl. the days went on and the daughter grew, her fingers were fully developed but she was missing a toe that would later come in as a nubbin of a thing, but she was beautiful even as a baby. her parents were excited for her but it seemed that outside forces were against them and she could feel her mother’s emotions, able to be aware of who was around her parents at the time. it seemed that her grandparents were the ones where fury, angry, resentment and sadness came through. she recalled hearing her mother crying many times, conflicted about everything that was happening. dandie would kick at her mother, letting her know that it was all going to be okay because even at that age, she was blindly optimistic. [/style]the day that dandelion came into the world was a shocking one to their parents. she emerged with the qualities that were described and once more, the warning slipped from their mind. they were nineteen, bright eyed and bushy tailed about the life and the family that they would have. but her grandparents were not as thrilled, on her mother’s side, because upon meeting their first granddaughter, they did not even want to hold her. she was out of wedlock, she was an abomination to the family name and to the world of christians. unknown to dandelion, she was born into a rather cult-like family, her mother, who fell in love with a boy of the conservative but more realistic part of society and fell in love. dandelion was defended by her parents, but the fight was lost as they put their foot down and pried the crying girl from her mother’s arms. dandelion was never meant to thrive in the wild, she was not meant for this world and her parents went against the wishes of their elders and had the child and they had to be punished. they punished her parents by taking her away from them at the age of a day old, and that was the first and last time that she ever saw her parents. put up for adoption in the form of a cardboard box left on the sidewalk in an orphanage, dandelion was taken in and taken care of until she started to show signs of being a little strange. the girl, from the time that she could move her entire body, would do tumbles over and over and was thought to be possessed or even demonic in this small little town. places like this did exist at that time, stuck in the old ways and the old times of believing in dark magic and strict orders under parent’s and g-d’s rule—that was where the girl grew up. she was put on trial at the age of five, accused of being demonic and possessing dark powers but the girl just giggled and told them how silly they were. she never believed in that stuff even as a child, and though her society told her that they existed, she never believed it. dandelion was then saved, or well, she thought she was by a bystander at the trial who explained that he had a small group of strange children that he was taking place to place for entertainment purposes and would gladly take the girl off the town’s hands. with no guardian and no one protesting, except her, dandelion was sold to this man and thrown into the world of circusery. she was trained in rhythmic gymnastics, using batons, pins, and ribbons to create illusions and she travelled the world with these unique and interesting characters. she practically had wild animals as her pet,her favorite being raja the tiger, a beautiful and misunderstood creature, it seemed that dandie had a talent in understanding the creature’s feelings. she felt more at home than ever and though the hours were long and the training was hard, she figured it was worth it to have a place over her head and food in her stomach. at first, things were splendid as she was never put into the shows but able to watch from backstage along with the other children but slowly people began to disappear from the circus, and new people were replacing old. she was confused by it and was even more confused when her training began to get harder and harder, pushing her to the very core of her limit. the ring master, her master, went so far as to break bones in order for her to be more flexibe and they grew back and repaired themselves in strange ways that allowed her to be more flexible. the girl could twist her body to fit into a box, she could bend over backwards and place half her body inbetween her legs. she was flexible and by the time she was thirteen, dandie was being put into shows. she was adorable, the cutest part of the act but she never really got to be educated because all that mattered to her ringmaster was the idea of learning how to be a circus act—literally. her best friend was a clown named arthur who was her age and went through training with her. she had always been confused about her feelings, or the changes in her body because nothing was ever explained to her. the bearded lady did little to quell her thirst and her curiosity, but was warned not to go snooping around the ring mater and dandie obeyed with ease. she was easily pushed into doing anything though, a doormat for her peers and her co-workers but she was always able to go to Arthur for anything and everything. he was her rock, her shoulder to cry on when things got confusing or too hard but he too disappeared one day. she was so conflicted about something in her life, she thought it was her feelings or maybe it was the fact that she had hair growing in other places—but she needed Arthur and he was no where to be found. two days passed with no signs of the clown and they were packing up and moving out to another location, but she did not want to go. she could not leave him if he was somewhere else and being the blind optimist that she was, believed that he had broken away and gone onto bigger and better things. the train was taking off and she was still sitting on the grass having been staring off into space, she took off at a run and just hopped the last car on their way to france for show. she took a deep breath, dropping to the ground of the traincar and shook her head before looking up and let out a blood curling scream. bodies laid out on a pile, faces she knew and one that killed her more than anything—arthur, fourteen years old, beaten bloody but still alive as she reached for him when his chest rose and fell. she called for him but he did not wake up, just breathing as though it was just a trick. he lived through the night while dandie sat in the corner of the last car, shaking and closing her eyes, hands over her ears in an attempt to be anywhere else but here. she never thought that her ringmaster would do that to someone she loved and cared for, and kept saying the word “why” over and over again throughout the entire night that it took to get to france. the train finally came to a stop and she bolted out, running to the bearded lady and explaining her findings to the woman who just turned her back to the girl calling her insane. begging and pleading for anyone, she finally went to the ring master who had a false interest in what was wrong with his “daughter”. he took her into his car, feeding her, letting her calm down and then struck her when she finally told him. it was a secret that was known but was never spoken of and she needed to keep her mouth shut. two more years passed by and dandelion was still her same tumbling, optimistic self, hiding the truth from the rest of the world with a fake smile on her face when she presented her routine to the world. she was now sixteen years old, beautiful and fully grown and flexible. the girl was forced into marriage by the ringmaster, telling her it was for the best interest of the circus and he was apparently ordained. having no idea of religion or anything that has to do with marriage, she agreed as dandelion wanted to help with the growth of the circus. she was meant to have a child, breed and help to make the next generation that would be replacing them due to that dark secret. the ringmaster enjoyed youth, at the age of twenty-five, most of the circus folks were eliminated and the youths were presented to the circus. it was not until she was seventeen, did dandie begin to realize the unjust in everything as they were russia and she escaped the arms of her “loving” husband for one night. they were granted one night and usually, dandie never took the chance, feeling more secure with the idea of being near her husband and her home but this time, she agreed. the attention that she got was shocking, even for herself. she was center of attention and though she was used to the small moments of attention, this was nothing. boys and girls noticed her appearance, her odd beauty and though she stuck with her “family” for most of the time, she drank a little too much with them and blurted out the secret to a stranger. the next thing that dandie noticed was police sirens, the sound of news cameras and surrounding bystanders who were interested in seeing why this small train was being investigated. the bodies were found, arrests were made and dandelion ran as fast as she could from the clutches of the escaped ringmaster who was hellbent on ending her life. now in the streets of Russia, cold, lonely, she was awfully confused about who she was, her name, her age, how much time had passed as she began to live outside of a box. it was not winter, thankfully, but the nights were chilly and the days were hot and food was hard to find. she had to continue to hide constantly, fear of being caught but unaware that the arrests were made including her very master. she was sneaky, she was also intrigued by the clothes that were being worn, the way that people talked as dandelion had lived with the circus long enough and learned a bit of each language. it was not until she turned eighteen, when she was doing random flips and turns in an alleyway was the girl discovered once more and her life became better. her story is not fully known but her name is in most parts of Russia as she was a gymnast there. she had most of the training but needed to sharpen her skills and learn more steps but things became easier for her. her trainer became something of a father figure and though education was not anything of interest to dandelion, she began schooling. her trainer, her father was a sweet man, kind and caring and attentive to the daughter that he had adopted and discovered on the street. her training is now in the united states at a gym not too far out of myrtle beach but the girl still has questions about her identity and her life. her life was told to her father and truths were uncovered as she was not married, she was still a virgin, but things like sexuality, religion, politics, it was never taught to her and though she lived in something more of a monarchy, a tyranny kind of a life, the girl is slowly beginning to understand the meaning of freedom. |
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