HANSEN, alexa

[Alexa Hansen]

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It would have been an excellent story, but I had to get up off the train. Get up, jump off with me, hold my hand and I'll explain everything. If only it was that easy story teller.. Would you mind never speaking to me again? I would like for you to remain a myth (close the book burn it up) Tell me another lie, That it's all going to be ok, eating up every word you say, It's starting to taste good.
-ASL, I SET MY FRIENDS ON FIRE

the preliminaries,[/size]
INTRODUCING: ALEXA[/center]

"Hi, I'm ALEXA MAY HANSEN but most people just call me ALEX.

[/color] I've been on this earth since AUGUST 7TH, 1987[/b], so that makes me 20[/color]. I'm a COLLEGE STUDENT [/color] but/and I'm actually from SPAIN. In case you were wondering, I'm SINGLE AND STRAIGHT. I know what you're thinking, am I SOPHIA BUSH, right? No, but I'm much more divine.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

free-styling,

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EXCERPTS AND TIDBITS FROM THE LIFE&TIMES OF CHARACTER'S NAME[/center]

what the friend has to say :
“Dude, whenever I wanna have an amazing time she’s the one I call up. I mean she can be stubborn and discourteous, but she’s just a little mixed up right now. It’s hard to put up with her crap sometimes, but hey; what else are friends for?”

enemies word’s :
“From the moment I saw her, I knew she was a bitch. Sarcastic…devious. All that kinda piss off stuff. I hope I never have to talk to her again, or I’m definitely going to be compelled to start something.”


journal entry :
may 3rd, 2003
um… hey.
Well I found this in my mothers room, and I thought id give it a try. It took awhile to convince Cole not to throw this out. God, I hate him. I truly do. But what the hell am I supposed to do? Run away again? Tell him to piss off? No matter what I’m stuck with him till legal age. Maybe I wont even make it that long before I lose my sanity…I’m so irritated with the fact that my mother left me. I mean, I know she loved me, but did she not love me enough to behave herself? Well whatever. She’s gone now, and soon I’ll be gone too.

most prized possessions :

-the journal her mother left her
-her lighter/smokes
-the empty sketchbook she was given in her childhood
-her music records
-black zippo lighter; the first thing she lifted.

recent text messages :

“jenny, where the hell are you? you told me to meet you at the movies but you never showed?”

“fuckfuckfuck, you should probably come pick me up. I don’t think I should drive.”

“we still on for tonight? i really need to take my mind off of things.”

“screw you.”

“im not in the mood, sorry. I think im just gonna chill at home today… maybe tomorrow rachel?”

“could you meet me in a few?”


the home phone : “Alexa, its your aunt. Could you please just rethink all of this? I know you’ve been avoiding my calls. But please… He’s a mess. I know you think he doesn’t care for you, but he does. He just has trouble expressing it. Listen, you know how to reach me. Call me back.”

“Hey, is your cellphone dead? They are having a little get together at Keegan’s house tonight. You better be there.”

“I didn’t see you today, are you sick or something?”

“Als. Tonight, liquor, guys, music. Could it be better? Call me back.”

history,

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The only perceptive she had about her birth was what her mother explained. And once she could appreciate and grasp the story she begged her mother to tell the tale each night. It was a true fairytale. Of civility, beauty, knights in shining armor. It took awhile before Alexa realized half of the story was over embellished, but nonetheless it was just as magnificent. The tale began on a night like no other. The night air promptly arrived, sooner then usual. It cloaked the town in a deep shadow, and even the moon was veiled by the clouds. Her mother had been roaming the streets, careless to the bitter dark. It wasn’t long before she felt stalked, and the faster she moved the pursuers imitated. Fear had consumed her by that time, and all she could do was run as the shadows trailed close behind. It was at that instance when she bumped into a broad figure. Looking up she felt her heart skip a beat. The tails had impeded and she knew she had met her savior. The more Alex considered it, the cornier it sounded. Though there was still odd warmth each time it crossed her mind.

They had conceived her abruptly after. August seventh. Her parents had heeded to her every concern. Every hazy memory of her first few years held nothing but ease. Her parents were nothing less then wonderful. Or perhaps her adolescent mind had just made her believe this. It was a possibility, but Alexa didn’t want to lose the only fond memories she had. So she continued to presume that once upon a time they had been exceedingly affectionate. Though nothing good lasts.

The day she turned five, she had been upstairs amusing herself with her vast doll collection, and her parent’s harsh words caused her to halt. It didn’t take long before the conflict grew, and soon their screams had filled the once still peace. Tormented by anxiety she swiftly approached their room, but kept her presence obscured. They shouted curse words at each other for well over ten minutes before finally noticing her. And she was terrified. Instantly her mother grabbed her and brought her back to her room. “Sweetie, that’s just what people in love do. They disagree…Just…Shh, shh. Don’t cry. Please.” The words, though they seemed confounding at the time now were something Alexa lived by. The months had passed by, and she grew used to the frequent disputes. It was the day mommy came home in a wreck that had petrified her. Her complexion had lost colour, eyes broad and hostile, accompanied by a bitter stench. Dad had yelled at her until Mommy began to cry. Alexa couldn’t take it and quickly ran to her room. Staying there until she finally fell into a restless sleep. The next few days her dad didn’t show up and whenever she questioned his absence her mother bawled. Perturbed and bothered she just kept silent; watching her mother grow frail.

The yelling had finally ceased, for a few years. Though her mother still seemed to be drained. It was rare times that her father would even speak, but at least now it was quiet. Until the day that she intruded her mother’s room. She was nine and it was late in the afternoon. Her father was still at work, and she wanted to know if she could be taken to the local park. It hadn’t crossed her mind to knock first but the moment she caught sight of her mother regret penetrated her. Her mother sat on the edge of her bed, weeping and clutching a note. A letter informing Alexa that she was leaving. It stated no reason, and held no apologies. Just a crude note of farewell. Though she didn’t understand it altogether, her father briskly explained the custody battle, and because of her mother’s atrocious habits and past experiences; Alexa now belonged to him.

The fighting had finally settled, and she learned to manage without her mother’s presence. Though it wasn’t pleasant. Cole(once her mother left she began calling him by his first name) grew vulgar and mute. And sometimes, she craved for his yells. It was much better then the tense hush. Two years of it was almost unbearable. However, he quickly found another way to displease her. Each night of the week he would seem to be bringing home random girls. And by that age Alex was old enough to know what was occurring when the door closed. So, to display her discouragement she began acting out. It started out with just a few fights every now and then at school, before she advanced to the big leagues. She began to steal from the local stores, and vandalize anything reachable. It wasn’t long before the cops called her and her father in, aiming to put an end to this disorder. They argued that night about her not being appropriate, and she ran away. Unsure of where to go, and inexperienced with fleeing her father was quick to seize her. She had been grounded for god only knows how long after that. Restrictions were certainly not something she enjoyed. And so a promise was made. When the day came, where she would reach a legal age she would leave. Leave Cole and these crummy memoirs behind.

Days, weeks, months. They all seemed to surge together, becoming one mess of vague time. Time that was just a discarded obstacle now. The girl’s impatience causing it to be more difficult. But the moment finally arrived for her to make a stand. She escaped her fathers clutches and with the money she stole from her father she left to Cordes Sur Ciel. Feeling trapped her whole childhood she was ready to unleash her corrupted mind to the unsuspected town.

the sample,

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It was next to unbearable. You could smell the passion in the air and he was convinced it would smoother him alive. He hastily pushed past bodies, his mind going into a dry haze. His breathing deepened and he felt his vision blur. The door seemed too far away, but he continued to shove and stumble past the crowd. Biting his tongue was the only thing keeping him from cursing out, and the music was imitating the growth of his irritation. But he finally managed to reach the exit. A sigh passed through his lips and he basked in the bracing air. It was a contrast to the sultry atmosphere he had just been in. The cold wind was burning his face but he didn’t mind it at all. He pressed against the heavy breeze until he rounded a corner. Out of the wind stood a vacant wall, and it was oddly compelling. It was next to impossible to repress the urge and so he soon found himself pressed against the brick, with his eyes locked onto the pale sky. So sinister it was horrific. Yet oddly divine. Magnificent…A combination like none other…

The wall was apart from any open buildings, and so no lights stood nearby. It left him in a dim void, but it didn’t trouble him in the least bit. The night hush was actually a satisfying variation. However a sudden question tugged at his mind. What the hell was he doing here? It was hard to consider that he had once had it good; a stunning wife, a child whom he loved, and a home of sanctuary. How could he begin to understand his own baffling mind? After all he had chosen to leave it all behind. He had chosen to fall into those terrible habits, those lethal temptations. It was his own mistake. And once he was thrown out, he began to grow even more attached to the awful lifestyle. He never thought it could occur, but he just seemed to be proving it each passing day. But it wasn’t contentment keeping him in this lifestyle. It was dependence. Dependence and a zealous craving. And addictions were something he had never been good at overcoming.

“You look beat.” The ardent voice caused him to cringe. It took him a moment to grasp the fact he was half leaning against the concrete wall, and halfway slipping towards the cement. Abruptly he stood to his full lean height and faced the girl who had spoken to him. She stood with her back against the wall also, fixated on the night’s sky overhead. Her slender, olive-toned fingers were fooling around with a lit cigarette, but she seemed oblivious. The rest of her figure was cloaked in the shadows. There were no street lights nearby, and so it was next to impossible for either of the two to see each other properly. He cleared his throat before deciding to retort. “Well, that’s what a night jog does to a person.” The lie easily slipped off his tongue. Lets just say he was next to an expert in the art of deceit. After all, he spent at least a month with his addictions covert. She just chuckled softly and walked back to the club entrance. He was unsure whether the girl knew or not, but for some odd reason it disgruntled him. His teeth bit into his lower lip, chewing roughly to try and distract himself from following her. Letting himself rest back against the wall he ran threw all his options.

He could pursue the stranger, leave it alone and return to his dingy apartment, or even rest here for the night. It’s not as if he hadn’t experimented with it before. And sometimes he even found it to be more comfortable then the dreary, stiff bed waiting for him at home. He pressed his face into his hands, intending to block out the rest of the world as he considered each alternative.

about the author,

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SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? [/center]

Hi everyone, I'm ERICA and I'm FIFTEN

[/color]. I've been roleplaying for WELL OVER A[/color] year now. I hail from CANADA, eh (:[/color]. If need be, you can contact me by PM[/color]. My other characters are NONE YET[/color] and I like COOKIE DOUGH AND HEAVY MUSIC[/color]!
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[oliver luke wolf]

accepted!

CONGRATULATIONS, ERICA. YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN ACCEPTED! YOU'RE NOW ALOWED TO ROAM THE STREETS OF CORDS-SUR-CIEL. PLEASE MAKE SURE TO POST IN THE NECESSARY CLAIMS, AND LASTLY, HAVE FUN!

Nicely done, Erica. You did a great job, especially since you just started roleplaying, so props to you. (:

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