Post by josephine elise bauer on Jan 17, 2012 9:50:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] JOSEPHINE ELISE BAUER  GENERAL INFORMATION FULL NAME josephine elise bauer NICKNAMES joey, jose (pronounced the spanish way) GENDER female SEXUALITY straight AGE & DATE OF BIRTH sixteen, march fourth GRADE sophomore CLIQUE wallflower OCCUPATION music teacher's helper FACE CLAIM julija steponaviciute THE EPIPHANY thick lavender fog, a mystical haze of organic scents surround me. i realize that my life is an ellipse, not a circle as i previously believed. it's a path that goes around two major points, not one. the first point is my family |
hilary; the woman who gave birth to me. from her permanently red lips and the words of shallow advice that tumble out of them every day ("i wouldn't wear that if i were you", "it's possible you were switched at birth since my real daughter would never be out in public looking like that", "why can't you be more like your sister?"), to the pointed shoes that lifted her off the ground (creating the illusion that she was taller and better than everyone around her), the only thing we have in common is skin color. i don't understand most of what she does. all i want to do is put my arms around her surgically enhanced figure and remind her that i love her. i think she forgets sometimes.
robert; the man whose sperm helped create me. he's a puzzle to me and some pieces are missing. he probably left them somewhere (india or maybe russia), he's been everywhere in the world, working, doing something i've never been able to understand. i think about him a lot, wondering if he's happy or if he misses us as much as we miss him. whenever he's home, we get to play pretend. it's like he was never gone. my sister says he doesn't care about us, not anymore. she says he likes being away because mom is a bitch but i don't think so. they're both suffering without the other, i can tell. that's why they get upset. one of my earliest memories is when they both took me to the beach. we built sand castles and played all day long. he held her hand the whole time and kissed her nose whenever he thought i wasn't looking. the sun and i are witnesses, ready to testify if the situation calls for it. they are madly in love.
alexandra; the one who came first. she's always first, always the winner of every race, game, or competition. the top of her head is overflowing with threads of gold that seem to go on forever. it's beautiful. she's beautiful. everyone loves her but she doesn't see it. i'm afraid that one day the sadness might swallow her whole. if we were animals, she'd be a lion, strong and powerful, the top of the food chain. when i told her this, she laughed really hard until milk started coming out of her nose. i couldn't believe it, but she still looked pretty with the bubbly white liquid dripping out of her nostrils, into the air. alex is the reason why i have so many friends. they all want to be close to her but she's only human and can't be with everyone at once, so they come to me. they've gotten extremely busy now, though, so it's up to me to come to them.
ethan; the one who came out of nowhere. ethan was an exciting addition to the family. i never felt like i belonged until he came along. the road that lead him here was what caught my attention from the start. of course, i had already been taught where babies come from but i never really thought much about it. my head was filled with other topics (stars, gummy bears, why birds could fly when i couldn't). but then it hit me. sex. is there anything more interesting than that? two bodies merging together in this completely natural, beautiful way, uniting to create another human being. then i learned that it wasn't always used to increase the population but also just for pleasure. it was described to me as eating so much ice cream that your brain froze, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, singing your favorite song at the top of your lungs, and getting a really big hug, all at once. of course, i couldn't wait to try it and i will try it. soon. i just don't really know anyone that wants to. anyway, back to ethan. he understands me better than anyone even though he just turned a year old. i can see it in his clear blue eyes. he's a dreamer, just like me.
miss jane; the one who showed me everything. mom says that she's not really a part of my family, so i checked her ancestors and mine, and she was right, we don't have any in common but my family would be incomplete without her. she is light. she is that unexpected gust of warmth brushing softly against your skin. thanks to her, i don't believe in shoes. they're really just a prison for your feet, if you stop to think about it. socks are okay, because they help keep you warm, especially fuzzy ones. miss jane loves fuzzy things. she helped me name all my stuffed animals and taught me that they have feelings too. but it's not just the fuzzy things. she helped me see the hard edges too. the scary parts i always avoided don't scare me anymore. they're just a part of life. thanks to her, i'm not afraid to explore, i always want to do more, push the limits, question everything. the world is a crazy complicated mess and it's up to each of us to try to untangle it, decipher each clue that may cross our paths.
the second point is so much harder to decipher, intangible, like thin bits dust flying in the wind. it doesn't have a start or a finish, just whole lot of middle that captures everything i am and everything i will be. the second anchor to my path around this universe consists of my dreams[/b]. some can be explained and some cannot, some are consistent but most have a tendency change dramatically from one minute to the next. in this precise minute, these are the things i dream about that i feel i can convey properly.
stars; they make you wonder. the sun is a star? did you know that? when i found out, i passed out. it was in seventh grade. i was in science class and someone said it. i don't know why i didn't know before, i guess i had just been distracted but it was so shocking. i simply collapsed on the wooden desk. after that, i did a lot of research. i learned about astrology and constellations. there are just so many things that derive from stars. i'm a pisces. it's the twelfth sign of the zodiac, the last one in the cycle. it brings together many of the characteristics of the eleven signs that have come before it. my sign describes me perfectly ( selfless, spiritual and very focused on their inner journey. they place great weight on what they are feeling. it's not uncommon for them to feel their own burdens (and joys) as well as those of others. they feel comfortable in an illusory world.), i read my horoscope every day and i read my friend's too. sometimes i write them down so i wont forget and i can give it to them later. stars bring a smile to my face every time i look up and see them winking at me from above.
lizards; they're captivating. the tail of some lizards separate from the body when grabbed. it wriggles even when it's no longer attached to the rest of the body to confuse the enemy. they're everywhere in the world except antarctica. did you know that they smell with their tongues? just like snakes. some of them are like mood rings and they change colors according to how they're feeling. i think it would be cool if people did that. then you wouldn't have to guess or be confused, their emotions would be just out in the open. no lies. also, i think it would be pretty. i wonder what harley would look like if she was red. it would match her hair. she would love it, i think.
eyes; they don't always help you see. sometimes i see things more clearly when i close my eyes. it's funny, right? but i can. but i just like eyes anyway. many people believe that eyes are the window to your soul. scientifically, eyes are organs that find light and convert it into electro-chemical impulses in neurons. some eyes work a little bit differently than others, so you see things differently. most of the time, after seeing something many times, you stop seeing it. you brain starts focusing on other things. i always try to see things, to really see things for what they are. my eyes might make me see them a certain way but what if they're lying? what if what i see is not really what is there? when i close my eyes and stop to think about it i find that sometimes they do lie.
smoothies; they're like a healthy party for my taste buds. do you realize that an entire breakfast can be consumed by just drinking one? they keep you hydrated which is good because one time i was riding my bike to the store and the sun was being pretty harsh and then i remember feeling a little woozy before i fell down, flat on the pavement. that's not going to happen to me ever again because i drink smoothies. they're a good source of calcium too, if you put milk in them. they are really easy to make, you don't have to risk burning down the house or anything when you make them because you don't even need a stove. they give me more energy than coffee in the mornings, but don't tell my mom that. she says the last thing i need is more energy.
micah; he's perfect. have you met him? his full name is micah emerson torres. the initials are m.e.t. i find that pretty funny. he shows up in my dreams constantly, whether i'm asleep or not. i watch him sometimes, get lost in his perfection. he's the sweetest boy in the universe. you'll find proof in all the things he does. they may seem insignificant but most are actually transcendental when you take the time to analyze them. it's in the way he treats everyone with kindness. unlike most people, i know he doesn't care about labels or trends, he's just accepting and loving. the best thing is that he doesn't even try, it's just the way he is. beautiful inside and out. and holy guacamole, he is beautiful on the outside. his hair is like spilled ink, falling perfectly from the top of his head. his eyes are a cloudy blue, like the sky right before its about to rain but that's not all, around the pupil its like a dry prairie, greenish gold tones coming to the surface in certain lights. i never knew anyone could look and be like this. it's unsettling in the best way possible.
ingrid; my alter ego. superman isn't real but he inspired me. sometimes people don't really like it when i get all 'up in their business', so i created ingrid. i just put a ski cap over my face and i'm not joey anymore. i can help people without getting in trouble. it makes me happy that nobody knows i'm ingrid except the guidance counselor. when she found out she opened a position for me in the school paper, now i have my own column and everything. people write to me anonymously, asking for advice. well not really to me, to ingrid. that's what it's called. 'ask ingrid.' i still walk around, doing what i think will help others, wearing my ski mask to hide who i really am, because some people really need me to assist them but they're too shy to ask for help.
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BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS danya
AGE eighteen
EXPERIENCE only an hour :(
FOUND US under joey's bed next to the salmon.
CODE WORD i felt like dancing, now i feel like sleeping.
OTHER CHARACTERS maya, sam, ivy, cam, dixie, matt, and ryan.
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