My name is Kaya. I'm sixteen years old, and there's nothing I love more than the people in my life. I'm usually running around all day, so if you want to talk to me just stop by my house. The door's always open.
I couldn't make very many for you, Mimmie. I'm in a bit of a rush today. I thought I would post them now so you can have them while I finish the rest. The rest of his gifs will be posted in his tag.
Let me say that I am less than impressed with this RP. I was planning on coming back today, but due to some severe disrespect to Mimmie here I won't be returning until Mimmie does. And yes, I have her permission and as the main admin she has the authority to do so.
This is also a casual reminder that Walkers is Mimmie's Roleplay. Her rules are her rules, and they have no right to be removed by co-admins.
I haven't been as active as I wanted to be, since I've been working my ass off to get my Roleplay off the ground as well as try to balance my social life and my other Blogs.
I got a message on my RP accusing us of copying this Roleplay and reported it. I tracked the IP Address and I'm none too pleased with the person that sent it. Until I get this sour taste out of my mouth, I'll be gone.
Sorry about that guys.
I won't have my phone for a while so if you want to reach me you'll have to use smoke signals.
Valerie has an extremely difficult life. Her parents divorced when she was very little, and her father got back together with his ex. Her half-sister and step-mother along with her father constantly abused her, and that lead to her addiction with drugs. But one day she was assaulted and left pregnant, and after she told her father he nearly beat her to death. She lost the baby due to the beating. When the police came and arrested her father, her half-sister and step-mother started a rumour that she had faked the whole thing because she couldn't seduce her own father.
She moved to Jacksonville to live with her mother full time, but that relationship quickly fell apart. Valerie learned to stand on her own two feet, becoming the manager of the local cafe and concert venue. But once again Valerie got the short end of the stick and she was abducted by drug dealers with her friend. They were held for five days, during which point Valerie was raped for a second time. To escape, Valerie had to kill one of her captors. She still suffers from constant nightmares and anxiety attacks.
After their return home, Valerie got an anonymous e-mail saying that she was being watched. She was so terrified that she faked her own death and fled town. But it's been a month now and she feels safe enough to come home.
Let's just hope she's right.
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How long had she been missing? How could she know that? When were they going to be found? …. Were they going to be found?
Both of her legs were numb by now. She had pretty much given up hope that Sky knew Morse code, but she couldn’t give up faith. Not yet. Just like the tattoo on her rib cage said, she was unstoppable. This wasn’t going to ruin her life. Not again.
Her head swiveled as if on a spit when she heard someone reach for the knob of the door, and Valerie quickly twisted herself around so that she looked as if she had been innocently slumped up against the wall the entire time. The blood from her head wound was now dried, making a sickening crackling noise every time she moved her head.
A man walked in, completely clad in black leather and cowboy boots. Oh come on… how corny can you get? She thought to herself, trying to remain weak and pathetic looking. She had to keep in mind what Sky had said, if she pretended to be weak she would last longer. Valerie was going to get them the hell out of there… she just had no idea how.
How long had she been missing? How could she know that? When were they going to be found? …. Were they going to be found?
The man smirked and squatted down in front of her, pulling something out of his back pocket that looked like a pencil. When she focused her eyes, she realized exactly what it was. He also pulled out a small liquid vial and began to suck up the drugs with the syringe, and Val squirmed away as best she could.
“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going?” He mused, grabbing her jaw roughly and smirking at her. From outside the door, she heard a cry “Let’s go Joey! We don’t have all damn day!”
“Yeah yeah, hold your horses!” The man called Joey retorted, taking the needle and jabbing it roughly into her neck. Valerie let out a pathetic sounding squeak, closing her eyes as she tried somehow to force whatever poison it was out of her body.
“Sleep tight…” He muttered, and that was the last thing Valerie remembered.
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With a jolt, Valerie snapped out of her delusional memories, her skin coated with sweat and her breathing heavy. She didn’t know how many hours had passed, how long she had been knocked out. But the memories only drove her force and her will to escape through the roof, and Valerie began to wring her wrists back and forth in hopes that she would be able to slide out of her handcuffs. She didn’t stop until her own blood was running down her forearms, her eyes still narrowed and determined.
I think everyone’s a bit afraid of doctors. *cracks a small smile* But he has to know what you’re going through, honey, it’s not fair to keep him in the dark, he’s your family. You’re not weak if you tell someone your struggles, that’s actually your strength, not being afraid to say that you’re going through this.
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