Post by juniper hallie parson on Feb 5, 2010 21:40:23 GMT -5
P A R S O N, J U N I P E R
LAS VEGAS CITIZEN , SIXTEEN , STUDENT
DAKOTA FANNING
SO WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME AND YOUR NICKNAMES?
"usually, I go by Juniper; but many of my really close friends call me June or Juni."
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?
"september the seventeenth"
DO YOU HAVE ANY LIKES AND HATES?
"I like little things, like... well, the things that teenagers like.
My favorite drinks are Spezi - a german fizzy drink that combines cola
and orange soda - and Fresca. Its a bit like sprite and mountian drew
- a citrusy soft drink, but a lot less strong.
Narcotics are cool. They numb everything, which is both weird, but
exciting. Gin, Vodka, Brandy, beer... all sorts of alcoholic drinks that I
can buy off of some of my, ah 'friends' on the streets. Obviously they are
all over the drinking age, but then again, this is Las Vegas, gambling capital
of the west coast; so obviously its not exactly that hard for liquor to get
about. I like that about this place. Amazingly enough, for a teenager
that's hooked on many different things, I doesn't like main-stream
music, preferring to stick to indie bands and music that hasn't been
played since its was new - thirty years ago.
I abhor my dad a lot of the time. He's so... commanding, dictatorish.
The fact that he doesn't allow me to live my own life pisses me off. Like
any teenager girl - or any teenager for that matter, I hate being
told what to do, what to wear, where to go, who I could hang out with,
everything. Main stream radio seems to revolve in my head over and
over again, an ear worm, my music teacher calls them. They are so
fricking annoying, and people [like miley cyrus] who can't sing just...
ugh, it just makes me want to take a gun to her head.
"
DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS YOU CAN DIVULGE?
"I skip at least three classes a week. My father doesn't know that I often
do drugs, and drink. Vodka makes me sick, but its a good sick, the same with
cocaine and narcotics. It can be scary but its also exhilarating. It doesn't
matter, he's at work all the time. I'm good at hiding it. Make up goes a
long way when it come to cover up and mascara. I want to drop out
of school, thinks its a pretty good idea, but I'm a little scared. As much as
I dislikes my father, and love to piss him off, I'm a little scared of him. I
mean, he's a detective, so obviously it would be only too easy for him to figure
out what i do with my time... and can make my life and fucking living hell,
more so than it is right now. At least right now i have some amount
of freedom, however limited."
WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?
"student, although thinking of quitting."
WHAT'S YOUR MARITAL STATUS?
"A bit too young to be married, i have in the past had boyfriends that my
dad currently doesn't know about really. He'd be a bit pissed if he did know."
TELL US A BIT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY.
"My dad is the classic pain in the ass-over protective dad, and it really
doesn't help that he's a copper and all. I tend to try and avoid him at
all costs possible, and his dictator esque male self. I've gotta few siblings,
but not really close to any of them, same with my mom. I guess our
family is a bit dysfunctional. His friend and parter Miss Tandel is a
pretty cool person. She helps me out when he's being an ass.
She actually understands what it's like to be a fricking teen. "
WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?
"las vegas, nevada."
OK NOW IF YOU ARE IMPORTANT PLEASE TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOUR HISTORY?
"Most of my life has been dictated by my father and his annoying
regime. My other siblings have managed to escape him, being older
but as the youngest and the one with the largest age difference, I
get to deal with him alone. Way to go, siblings. I love you too. If i
knew them i would. Probably. Although I knows that he loves me,
in his own stupid over defensive way, i still find it stupid and irritating
that he's like that. So what does any teenager do?
She rebels, of course.
How does she do that? With her connections. Connections that were
just so happening to be her father's partner in crime. It felt good
to use his friend to completely do everything he doesn't want her to
do. Sneak out, go to parties, actually have friends. Things he's deprived
from me of most of my life. Its satisfying and makes me feel for once that
I'm actually in charge of me own life.
Having been shielded my whole life, but at the same time being exposed
to all sorts of things that a cops daughter would se; drugs, guns, criminals,
rapists, the works, so I'm not completely stupid as my father might think
I am. I've been in all sorts of things that he is constantly busting
people for doing, drugs and alchhol, much of it with the help of Miss Tandel
but often times just on my own as I roam the streets when I'm
supposed to be in school. Thus far he hasn't found out about it, but my
luck might run one of these days, and... then I'm pretty well screwed.
Having a dad that's seen girls get jumped and raped, I had to take all
sortsof stupid classes that were far too easy. Karate, kung fu, tae kwon do,
and all the defense classes. I know how to operate a few guns, and fight,
and have gotten in trouble a few times in school for it, but gotten off
easily. I'm 'the innocent little cops girl'. Unassuming and sweet. Mostly.
I think some of the teachers suspect that there are reasons behind me
skipping class,but there are enough kids out there who are more
obviously 'bad ass' so they pretty much ignore me.
It started when i was about... uhm... fourteen. Probably. I was bored.
Yeah, pretty cliché. Every phycological therapist will tell you that kids
get into drugs because they are bored, but what do they know?
But in this one case,just this once, they are correct. I wanted to do
something that would so badly piss off my dad, that i did something
that he's always investigating. Drugs. Teens with drugs. The works.
I know how to spot them, the dealers i mean. Its actually a little hard
to find them, as it should be. But there are ways, and so the first one
i met, i bought an injection of heroin. It made me sick, just for a
little bit, but after that... i liked the high it gave me, i didn't want
to stop. I was... well, i was hooked. Addicted. Kinda. I figure that
i could stop any time i want, it's not that hard. I hope.
Friends are... complicated. I count my dealers as my friends, but i
know i probably can't count on them. The ones that i think i can be
able to count on, don't know about my addictions. But they are also
kids that want to stay in school, except for the older ones that have
already dropped, or are graduating soon. I think a few kinds at school are
in the same boat as me, probably hereditary. I mean, honestly, this is
Las Vegas we're talking about. A place where drinking and gambling are
king of of hearts and the queen of spades. So obviously, twenty one
years olds, who get hooked, fucked up, and have kids, will possibly
pass on that addiction to those kids. Parents these days. Thats worse than
my dad and his stupid tyranny. Those kids have no real choice, its not
fair. At least i have some choice in this matter.
I don't know my mum or my other siblings well, i'm a bit younger than
them, and all. I remember my mom called me Junebug, but it pisses me
off when my dad does, or a teacher, or a family friend. But i deal with it.
Its not that hard to pretend. I do it every day."
SO WHAT ABOUT THE PUPPETEER?
"I [as WICKED] have been role playing about three years. Maybe four.
Erm... i'm sixteen, so maybe thats why i chose Junie, because she's the
same age as me. I sort of understand what she's going through, just not
really in the same way. (i do have a retarded dad, but not a partner who
wants me to quit school and do drugs.) I don't have any other characters
on this site, but on other sites I've played a lady-in-waiting, a 007 esque
girl spy on a Pandora site, an elf (lotr) but mostly normal humans."
NOW DOES YOUR PUPPETEER HAVE ALL THE SKILLS?Curious as ever, the small girl turned down the hall as she explored. Nothing. Wait.. what's that then? Looking over her shoulder, she saw no other students of Foxhart. So, now, back to that attention grabbing object. A glimmer. No... reflection. What is that? She neared it cautiously, glancing behind herself every now and then. Anything could be down here.... she grinned.
Something about this city, this academy was making her adventurous side come out more than it usually did. She didn't have anything with her, just a small leather bound book. Holding it carefully in her loose hand, she slipped down the hall, her soft pattering footsteps echoing. Finally she stopped right in front of the "shiny object". It was a mirror... no a door. Her emerald eyes flickered down the hall from whence she came. Nobody was there. No one to tell her off.
A small hand reached out to the handle. It was cool to the touch, but not unpleasantly. Again, for the third time she looked back. She had been exploring the place like a little kid but she didn't mind that. It was so different from home. Not home, she reminded herself this is home now. The Faye had come from florida but moved less than a year ago. The old building, the academy, everything fascinated her. Nothing in florida was like this, almost all of them were ancient spanish buildings, but english architecture was much more interesting to sketch. More contours.
The childish hand lowered pressure to the handle. It had little resistance and opened easily. It wasn't warm in the room, but it wasn't cold either. Same with the light. Not bright nor dark. Well, more dim. The lighting was a little blue looking, natural though. She couldn't see where the source came from, but she saw little bits of it reflected around the room. Poking her head in the room, a delighted gasp slipped from her lips.
The room... was filled with mirrors!
She slipped inside, and saw herself refelcted many times on the wall. Fifteen Times. Every time she turned around, she saw herself. Her face was alight with wonder and amusement. She didn't stop to inspect each mirror closely, preferring to walking around in a circle, viewing each for a moment, before moving on. She was about to go back again, to pause in front of each when a new mystery caught her eye.
Had she paused for a second, she would have noticed something was wrong with each reflection. Each one was different, slightly misshapen, nothing like what the innocent girl looked like. One had the small child reflected with red eyes and skin far paler than the pallor her skin actually held. Another would have shown her, completely demonically. This room should have given Emerald the creeps, but she was too interested in the interesting figure in the middle of the room.
There was a tall block like thing in the middle of the room, also reflected in each of the mirrors. It was covered by a black cloth, and was so tall. Walking tentatively around it, she brushed barely against the fabric. It was very soft. it was also ice cold. She dropped her hand quickly.
She longed to lift the fabric. Her hand reached out, was about to lift the fabric--
