Never After | Trance

TRANCE

†time period: Past. | Present. | Future.
†type: Drama. | Action.
†status: Closed; reserved for Ren.
†note(s): »If reserved and/or closed under no exception will said character be open for roleplaying with anyone other then the person they are reserved for.

Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's going down.

Cover up with make up in the mirror
tell yourself it's never gonna happen again
you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.

Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.

A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever you will surely drown
I see what's going down.

I see the way you go and say your right again,
say your right again
heed my lecture

Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down a new life she has.

One day she will tell you that she has had enough
its coming round again.
One day she will tell you that she has had enough
its coming round again.

Do you feel like a man, when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the grown?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has.

Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough..
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough..
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough..

Face Down By The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

† The Beginning of the End;

Talk to me softly
There is something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Something is changing' inside you
And don't you know
Don't you cry tonight,
I still love you baby.
Don't you cry tonight,
Don't you cry tonight,
There's a heaven above you baby.
And don't you cry tonight.

I’ve known since I was only three years old I never had a chance for a ‘normal life’ like my classmates. I never had a voice to speak up and out against what he was doing, to speak up to tell another adult what he was doing to me the abuse, the rape but… I mean- I tried to! I tried to tell someone about it but every time I did only opened this abusive flood gate, ten fold, onto myself! So I did what I felt logical. I lost all hope. That was, until now. I had finally found my hope for freedom and far, far away from him. I was giddy with glee at the thought, the thought of not being in the same room, the same house, not even the same mortal realm as him! I was happy for the first time since my mother had abandoned us that cold December day.
For the first time in thirteen years I couldn’t fight the smile that was creeping its way up onto my lips as I fought desperately to pry the storm window from the fame… without any luck. I could feel the hot salty tears starting to build up in the corners of my eyes but I refused to give up this easily. I couldn’t. So I glanced around the room franticly searching for something, any kind of object that would assist me. There it was! I rushed over to my bed, dropped to my knees and clutched in my hands my math book before I stumbled to get back to my feet, half crawling back to the window and for a split second as I stood there staring at my reflection in the dirty storm window… I doubted if this was the right thing to do. Logically it wasn’t but fear, fear of the man banging at my bedroom door with all his might, told me it was.
I glanced hesitantly down to the math book I clutched in my hands, took a deep breath, held it for a minute before letting it slowly back out my nose. With that I lifted the book to about my chin and slammed it as hard as I could into the storm window. No luck. All it did was crack a tiny bit in the spot. Again! I brought the book back up and once again hit it against the window; I closed my eyes this time. Then, I heard that familiar sound of glass splintering but once again it didn’t shatter but almost, just one more hit! Quickly this time I brought the book up and brought it just as swiftly down against the glass again. Success! It shattered!
I was so wrapped up in what I was doing, on my freedom, on my bliss that I couldn’t make out the words my father was spewing at me from behind the door but I was coherent enough to let the sounds from behind my Hell surround me; the neighborhood kids playing basketball on their makeshift court in the street. Laughter ringing threw from their mothers sitting on their front porches gossiping like women did, some shouting of warnings to the younger children also rang out above the music playing on the streets-I’m not sure exactly what it was; some sort of rap I think- below.
I climbed up into the window seal and once more closed my eyes, letting the hot salty tears roll down my cheeks finally and I took another deep breath.

Give me a whisper,
And give me a sign.
Give me a kiss before you,
Tell me goodbye.
Don't you take it so hard now.
And please don't take it so bad.
I'll still be thinking' of you,
And the times we had...baby.
And don't you cry tonight.
Don't you cry tonight.
Don't you cry tonight,
There's a heaven above you baby.
And don't you cry tonight.

Before I let it back out and then without another thought I leapt forward. Everything seemed like a dream, and, in the sense of dreams everything became painfully slow as everything flashed before my eyes allowing me to see every small detail, every small detail I may have over looked. The reason my mother left, the reason she never came back for me, even the reason why my father did what he does to me… It all became so perfectly clear now! But it was too late. I had taken that swan dive from the third story window and now the only thing to come of me was lifelessness. Bu-But wait! I have so much left to do, so much to see, so much to learn and so much left to live! My eyes had been so clouded with sorrow, hatred and want that I had… I had turned to something only the weak turn to…
With that final thought in my mind time seemed to catch up to me but sound hadn’t. All I can remember feeling is pain, so much pain… and blood. I had broken my left arm, both my legs, seven ribs and busted my head open on the cement stairs/sidewalk below and everyone could see the spectacle. My tears flowed freely and heavily down my plump cheeks as the blood began to swirl around me as the neighbors stared in horror, and panic engulfed them.

Someone call that baby a ambulance!
Is… is she alive?
Hang in there sweetie… help is on the way…

Why are you paying attention to me now? Why couldn’t you have paid attention earlier? When I was screaming for him to get away from me? When he was… he was… when he was taking away my innocents?! But my lips wouldn’t move, my voice was trapped inside of me and instead I nodded to who ever words. That was shortly before my world started to get fuzzy, then spun and quickly followed nothing but black.

I don’t know how I was out for I just remember when I woke up that there was a very bright light above me and the humming/beeping sounds of machines around me. Oh and, in one eye it was completely black. I glanced around as best I could, and with as little movement as possible, and I saw get well balloons, a few teddy bears, some get well cards and… in the pastel green chair sat a red, black and gold flannel jacket. Please lord no, please don’t let him be here…

I see you’re finally awake…

The voice was rough, and hatred laced it like venom. It was his voice. The single man that had raped me repeatedly, had beaten me into the ground, taken away anything that was anything good about me… He was my father. I discreetly fumbled for the ‘call nurse’ button beside me as I watched in sheer horror him approach my right side.

What did you think you were going to prove hmm? Prove you were still in control of what happened to you? Gain attention? Get me in trouble? Heh, well jokes on you kid after a mental evaluation you’ll get to come right home… Bet that just thrills you don’t it?

Rapidly I pressed the nurses button at my left side as I stared at him. That grin… that devilish grin only masked what I was going to suffer when he got his hands on me… Or… was I really dead and this was only the beginning of eternity? Or was I simply a butterfly longing to know what it would be like to be human?

What a morbid butterfly I would be then…

(Lyrics from Don’t Cry by Guns N’ Roses.)

† Basic Statistics

»Full Name: Misa Davenport.
»Alias: Misa; Mi; Trance.
»Gender: Female.
»Species: Human; but one of her parents were a Cupid angel*.
»Age (actual): Nineteen.
»Age (appears): in her late teens to early twenties.
»Birthday: December fifthteenth; (sagittarius).

»Nationality: British mix.
»Language(s): English (primary); Latin and Spanish.
»Beliefs: undeterminded.
»Power(s): - Capable by mere touch manipulating the nervous system to feel whatever she so chooses a person(s) to feel; ranging from pleasure to extreme pain.
- Can cloak and uncloak her small black feathery wings; capable of short distance flight.
- Feathers from her wings are used to help a wandering spirit cross over.

»Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
»Status: Single.
»Lover: none available.

»Occupation: Full-time student; waitress at the Zodiac; voulenteers at the local hospital.
»Location: Bakersfield, California.
»Living Quarters: Apartment; (smaller in size).
»Living With: Alone.

»Drives:
none available.

»Relation(s):
Mother: Alexi Davenport; alive but whereabouts are unknown.
Father: Michael Davenport; alive.
Sibling(s): none available.
Child(ren): none available.

»Friend(s): none available.

»Extra: * Despite the fact that Trance is half immortal she herself is still mortal with a few unique abilities. Due to trama taking place during her childhood it is debatable whether Trance is capable of giving birth to children.

† General Design

»Height: five foot and eight inches.
»Weight: roughly one hundred and thirty-five pounds.
»Body Build: voluptuous; Trance has a nice and curvy body build (D-cup).
»Skin tone: pale; faint peach tone.

»Eye Color: brown.
»Hair Color: black with streaks of a vibrant purple threw out it.
»Hair (other): long; reaches four inches above her bottom; her bangs tend to hang in her face.

»Marking(s): none available.
»Tattoo(s): none available.
»Piercing(s): two; has both of her nipples pierced.
&187;Extra(s): one; a set of realitively small angelic wings that are easily cloaked.

»Appearance: depending what is on the voluptuous vixen’s agenda for the day would vary what she can be found sporting for that agenda. Whether it is school, which in this case she can be found in various different items such as a long sleeved button up shirt which varies from navy blue, black, white and of course, purple in color with a few buttons undone to reveal just a teasing little snippet of cleavage. She very rarely wears jeans however, but generally wears jean skirts varying in length. Most commonly she is found in either a black jean skirt that comes down to the middle of her thighs or a dark blue jean skirt to go with the button up shirts, however she has also been caught in a black pencil skirt. Now, when she is working at the Zodiac she can be found in a white button up shirt which is neatly tucked in to a shorter black skirt (coming to just about the middle of her thighs) and a white apron tied neatly around her waist. Pinned neatly to her white shirt is her name tag. As for shoes she wears a pair of white Adidas tennis shoes. However when she is cleaning, doing laundry or going to the grocery store she can be found in something more casual, generally she can be found in a white muscle shirt with a pair of black low rise flare jeans that are snug in the hips and thighs and start to flare out once it reaches the knee. On each arm is a black with purple stripped arm warmers and around her neck is a black leather, silver spiked collar.

»Traits: timid, dedicated, closet pervert, morbid, compassionate, sweet, weak-willed, out-going, determined, intelligent, obediant, worry-wort, eccentric, antisocial by nature but at heart is a social butterfly, kind-hearted, comes off light-hearted and nervous.

»Quirk(s): has the tendency to flinch should a male make a sudden movement with his hands, will work herself to the bone often forgetting basic necessities such as food and drink, when drunk has a tendency to end up in only her under clothes, emotionally closed off; dislikes bringing other people down with her problems so keeps them to herself instead, often puts others well being in front of her own and seeks acceptance.

»Enjoys: bubble baths, felines, helping others, nature, Sakura blossoms, whiskey; especially top shelf whiskey, leather collars, arm warmers, trying new things; especially new foods, relaxing, playing it safe, being away from her father, having fun with close friends and writing.
»Loathes: being abused with no genuine reason, abandonment, liars, cheaters, people finding out about her father, seeing someone being put in harms way but has no way of helping them, tequila, most rap music, anything related to rape, being alone, gangs, fire, heights and needles.

»Quote: “With every good deed comes great pain and suffering. So does that mean that those that do no good will never suffer for their cruelties?”

† Photographs

† When Fantasy becomes Reality; a tale of Seduction

coming soon. :c

† Life's little wonderful Treasures

Mittens:
(female, house cat);

I stumbled upon my precious Mittens some years ago -about three to be exact- when I was coming home from school. She was just sitting there on the old Meyers house stairs watching me. I remember how sickly thin and weak she was when I found her but thankfully I was able to nurture her back to health with some cream and a very small amount of antibiotics and well, she has been a healthy friend of mine since then. She’s a very fickle feline and won’t eat certain foods and won’t go near most males or some females, why I’m not sure. She’s a beautiful cat though; she’s a bit on the chunky side with a mostly white fur coat but has blotches of orange-red, black and grey along her back and sides. Her left eye is a very vibrant blue while the other is a vibrant pink in color. Just the other day I bought her a pink collar which has a small silver bell in the middle of it so I can hear her where ever she may be.
(Editors Note: Mitten’s is truly her mother’s guardian but sent to watch over Trance instead which is why she has never appeared any older then a four month old kitten.)

† Credits and Thank-yous

» Thank-You's;
none available.

» Credits;