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[elainey]

BROWN EYES BY RED HOUSE PAINTERS
i understand your tired eyes
for these tired homes and tired trees.
i see the pain in those brown eyes.
fires burn in autumn skies.

Amala Sasha Cadaver
twenty years old
taurus sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising


Amala's Background
Amala Cadaver was born on a warm Spring afternoon to Garrett and Rosemary Johnson. In Queens, New York City, Amala experienced her first few years of life in a shoebox apartment. Though her parents were incredibly loving and nurturing, they were also a part of the working class. If one parent decided to take care of Amala, the other would have to take on the stress of having two jobs. At the time, two jobs seemed to be overwhelmingly strenuous... thinking back to it, Rose and Garrett wished they took on the weight. They loved Amala, but in order to manage both work and childcare- they had to have someone else take care of her during their work hours. At first it was Garrett's parents, then it was Rose's sister, then it was a nanny. Hiring a nanny could've been the worst mistake they've ever made.

Grace Highland was a nineteen year old girl from upstate New York. She was petite, sweet, and had blonde curls that draped over her defined shoulders. Grace didn't seem like the type of girl to do something so awful. She didn't seem like the type to kidnap a three year old girl... But she did. Little did Rosemary and Garrett know, April 7th was going to be the last time they'd see their daughter. From that point, there was no trace of Grace Highland or Amala. They had both disappeared.

In the middle of upstate New York, AKA the middle of no where, Grace brought Amala to what looked like a farmhouse.

Despite Amala being taken away from her parents, she couldn't fully comprehend what was happening. With Grace telling Amala that she's going to meet her "real family", Amala was too young. Grace didn't even have to try to indoctrinate her.

A man that went by Patrick helped raised Amala alongside the other young women and men. Surprisingly enough, Amala adjusted quite well. She played with the other kids at the farm, and started calling them her brothers and sisters. It was an uplifting environment for Amala, she was supported by everyone on the farm. As time went on, she learned that not everyone was equal. Everyone had their own tasks. Some more stressful than others. But above everyone else, Patrick was the leader.

Over the years, she believed that this plot of land was her home. The older she got, the more tasks she was presented with. It all started off fairly simple... She'd do laundry, cook food with the other women, take care of the children. Patrick loved Amala because she listened, she wanted to do everything perfectly. She was loyal from the moment she got to the farm. Amala never questioned why the males and females were separated at bedtime, or why some of the men and women would leave for days on end. She never questioned the rules. She only listened. Amala was good for that.

At eighteen, Amala's rose tinted glasses began to fall. On her birthday, she had to go through initiation. The women prepped Amala for presentation. They groomed her, dressed her up, got her all dolled up. She had heard stories from her friends after their eighteenth birthday, but Amala thought they were all playing a prank on her... They weren't. The man that Amala would have described as her father, ripped her clothes off and deflowered her. Patrick had slept with every woman in their little community, and all of them, including Amala, had fallen in love with him. But despite Amala knowing he was "making love" to the other girls, he constantly reminded her that she was his favorite. That she was his favorite and most perfect girl. With that reassurance, she did anything for him.

Knowing better, Patrick didn't make her kidnap new kids to bring onto the farm. He taught her how to shoot a gun. Practicing with rodents, he forced her to kill live animals before actual people. Patrick and a few others will take small trips to rob the wealthy. Breaking and entering, Amala was taught that the wealthy didn't care about her, that they saw her as scum. A parasite to the US. So she taught herself to be okay with being a murderer. They would never care about her, even if she spared their lives- so why should she care if she takes them. Patrick always taught her that she was a leader not a follower. As time went on, she began to experience an awfully numb feeling at the pit of her stomach. Despite Amala being raised in a very small community, she still felt guilty for taking people's lives. She had seen how Patrick treated some of the other girls, he wasn't shy to hitting women. A naïve part of her believed he'd never hurt her, the other part knew her life was just as meaningless as the ones he killed. Amala wanted to find an escape, she wanted to be saved. But how could she when she's Patrick's favorite toy.

"My sweet Ama, you're good for cooking, robbing, killing, and fucking."

Amala's Personality
Amala had always been a very soft spoken girl. She was much sweeter than the others, even obedient. Despite having an incredibly submissive nature to her, she's also seen many awful things. With what she's seen, she has a wisdom to her that not many others have. She's nurturing and gentle, naturally maternal. The younger girls gravitate to her. She will tell you folklore stories while braiding your hair, tuck you into bed and make sure all of your sheets are clean, and protect you against all evil forces.

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[elainey]

HIGH SPEED CALM AIR TONIGHT BY
ML BUCH
a road opens warm and wide strung up in a red sky
glowing yarrows slide by in the corner of my eye
and i'm swallow by
high speed calm air tonight

Julia Isabelle Champion
twenty years old
pisces sun, capricorn moon, libra rising

Julia's Background
On a cold winter afternoon, twenty-six year old Kate Jones gave birth to a beautiful brown eyed baby girl. She named her Julia. In the delivery room, Kate was only amongst her father, and best friend. Kate was scared, she cried. Tears of fear rather than tears of joy. Even with her newborn daughter in her arms, looking as peaceful as ever, she knew that her life was basically over. She never planned on being a mother, a single mother at that. Getting knocked up wasn't on the agenda, yet there she was, holding a sparkling new human being. A human being that'll eventually live an entire life separate from her. Despite Julia's mother not being completely thrilled to be a mom, she still tried to give her a good life. Kate dropped out of Law school, and began working at a law firm as an executive assistant. Despite her dreams to graduate from law school falling apart, she actually enjoyed working at the law firm. Plus it paid the bills. With support, Julia spent a lot of time with grandpa during her developing years. Her grandfather was an incredible man. As Julia grew older, she'd become closer and closer with him. Kate was thrilled that Julia had him, simply because her drunken fling wasn't around to take care of Julia himself. That, and she needed a father figure.

Growing up, Julia was a very calm child. Even as a toddler, she barely gave her mother and grandpa trouble. She wasn't very high maintenance, and she always wanted to learn something new. By the time she was twelve, she learned how to cook! Since her mother was working most days, Julia had to learn how to be independent. Sometimes that meant making breakfast, lunch, and dinner for herself. She didn't mind taking care of herself, if anything, she loved it. It made her feel smart and grown up— despite being a literal child. At some point, Kate had to tell Julia that it's okay to be a kid. It's okay to ask for help from an adult, and to not be completely independent as an adolescent girl. That annoyed Julia, and would continue to be an annoyance as she grew up. "You want me to ask for help, yet you're never around for me to ask?" She always thought.

Once Julia ended up in High School, it didn't take long for the other boys to admire her beauty. Julia wasn't insecure, if anything, she never thought about the way she looked. Both her mother and grandpa never made it a point to let her know she was beautiful on the outside. They didn't want her to become self absorbed like some of the other teen girls they had seen. In some ways it did work. Julia was a lot more focused on her academics and skills… But that didn't make her blind. Going through magazines, she saw what the beauty standard was. She knew that if she dressed a certain way, she'd be perceived as more attractive. Some days it would make her wonder if she was even pretty or not. But she told herself that she was beautiful on the inside, and that's what counts. With that being said, she didn't really know how beautiful she truly was. Julia was completely oblivious to the stares she'd get walking down the halls of her high school. Or even the other boys in her grade trying to talk to her. It wasn't until her 11th year, did someone approach her with utmost forwardness. Benjamin.

Ben was a grade above Julia, but he had his eye on her for quite a while. It started off as a few dates, then as young lovers do, they began dating. Her mother (who had become quite high strung) approved of him immediately. He was great at sports, got good grades, and was on the road to getting a scholarship to an amazing university. What more could a mother ask for? Their relationship has gone on for about four years now, and they've only kissed. Nothing more. Once Julia graduated, she decided she wanted to move to a city. Her mother disapproved, she wanted Julia to go straight to college. Knowing what her reckless young adult years looked like, she didn't want Julia to end up like her. Dreaming for a better future, yet stuck. But Julia wanted to be out on her own, she wanted to see what the world looked like outside the suburbs.

Since her boyfriend was still in college, he would only visit Julia on the weekends. Now living in a big city, she stays in a studio apartment, and is new to working full-time at a small business. Only twenty years old, she is still figuring out what she wants for her future.

Julia's Personality
Julia is a shy young lady. She's never one to say too much amongst people she doesn't know well. Despite that, once she's comfortable, she can talk about anything and everything. When it comes to sexuality and identity, she is fairly confused. Due to dating someone prudish, and having a mother with strong views on expression, Julia is sexually repressed. Late nights, she craves the touch of someone else, but never acts on it. Not even self gratification. Oddly enough, she feels guilty for having a lot of sexual thoughts. Standing at 5'4 with an hourglass body shape, she is nothing less than a beauty to encounter. She doesn't see herself as much of a stunner, but everywhere she goes, she turns heads.​