Post by Dahlia Bird. on Feb 4, 2008 0:11:13 GMT -5
I'll finish this when I feel like it.. XD
Name:
Dahlia Elizabet Bird
Age:
seventeen
Gender:
female
Height:
5’6
Weight:
120
Appearance:
Dahlia is thin, very thin, almost stick thin, due to the lack of food she received from her housing at the several workhouses she’s been in. No matter what job she has gotten, no matter how hard she has worked, no matter how well she was at that job, she was always returned to the workhouse she came from. Thus- her hands, knees, and feet are calloused from scrubbing floors and counters and carrying things across town, sometimes without shoes. Her complexion is very pale from all the work done indoors, hardly ever seeing the light of day. Blonde, slightly-longer-than-shoulder length hair is almost always kept up in a messy bun due to the work committed to, and her blue eyes sparkle with the need to escape a life of constant work.
She always dresses plainly, and usually in dark colours, unless forced to do otherwise. Dahl likes darker colours because she feels unnoticed in them, exactly as she likes to stay. Odd for a girl with opera aspirations, huh? Dahlia prefers not to be noticed, not to be looked at, mostly by men, but especially by Mr. Todd because of the ways he looks at her at times.
Personality:
[at least two paragraphs]
Wealth Status:
very poor
Occupation:
Pretty much a maid to Mrs. Lovett in her shop, although Lovett refuses to call her an aid
She just refers to her as “the girl that helps around the shop”
Personal Possessions:
A dark grey gown that belonged to her mother
Pets:
A black cat named Erik
Family:
Father- Joseph Bird [merchant]
Mother- Clementi Bird [deceased]
History: [At least three paragraphs]
Participate in the story of Sweeney Todd? yes
Sample Post:A soft sigh escaped the females pale pink lips. Her thin frame crept through the shadows of the garden, wondering why she was here. She pretty much hated gardens. Maybe it was because she was vegetarian. Now, I know what you’re thinking. If she’s vegetarian, she must have to like plants, right? Wrong. Adalae was vegetarian because she hated plants. Yes. That makes absolutely no sense. But Adalae makes no sense at all. She’s a twin, constantly glad that she wasn’t the other twin. Her sister, Shaela, and her were inseparable. Usually strange for siblings. They even shared a dorm here at Blair. But all that really really doesn’t matter when nothing really matters because everything you pretend is not really what it seems.
Navy oversized sweatshirt hung over her frame. Her faded shredded jeans trailed the grass and fell overtop her orange, yes orange, Converse Hi-Tops. Hands shoved in her pockets, hood over her head, she watched the ground as she walked along. What was she doing here in the garden. It was not a place for her. Not at all. There were ants in gardens. And Adalae was allergic to ants. Extremely allergic. Almost deathly. If she got bitten by one, and didn’t go to the ER almost right away, there was a large chance she would die. Yes. Call her stupid. But it’s true. She’s deathly allergic to ants. And if you have a problem with that, then that’s your problem.
Looking around a bit, she watched the few birds flying in the sky. She wondered how they were so.. happy. I mean, really. Birds don’t fly when they’re depressed. They just can’t. If you think about it, it makes perfect sense. But if you’re closed minded, then it doesn’t. You just have to look at it and think. If a bird is happy, if flies around and sings. But if it’s sad, it sits in a tree and doesn’t do anything. It’s true. Just think.
But Adalae hated birds. Just days ago she had been attacked by a bird at the zoo. She seriously thought she was going to die. But that was just Adalae, always afraid that she was going to die. She was so afraid she would die on accident that she had seriously considered suicide, because she could control it. But thankfully Shaela had stopped her. If it wasn’t for Shaela, she wouldn’t be here. Or Patrick. If Patrick hadn’t been with her that one day at the zoo, who knew what could have happened. He might have killed the bird, or just hurt it. But the zookeeper didn’t have to know that. Adalae didn’t have to know that. Or care about it.
She was terrified of birds, so she really could care less what happened to them. But, as afraid as she was, she still couldn’t help but envy them. They could just take off and fly wherever they wanted to. They could leave.. and never come back. But she.. she couldn’t. She had to stay here. She had to stay with Shaela. With Devin. With Patrick. With her cousins. At school. But she wanted to go back to England. Just to go back there with Shaela and Devin and stay there forever. But never, never Persia. Never would she even consider going there. Living there for eleven years of her life was torture enough. With only Shaela for company, they would run around terrorizing the locals. It was alright, but she missed Devin. It was a miracle that he had moved to LA just to be with them. He was like a brother to the two of them, and they loved him as much as one.
But still, Adalae refused to even think about Persia. Her parents had forced them to leave their home in London and move to Persia just so they could teach little children who had no education. Well, they could do the same in London. Adalae hated Persia, and the people there. And in return, they hated her. She couldn’t understand half of what they were saying most of the time anyway. But none of that mattered now. Her parents were dead. Gone. They died a year ago, right after her and Shaelas sixteenth birthday. And how did they just have to be killed? A car bomb. They got blown up. What a great thing to learn only weeks after you can legally drive, and when you are happy that you only have two years left of school before you can go back to London with your sister to your friend.
That had crushed her. Destroyed her. Both her parents, gone, just like that. No hope. No chance. No nothing. Just… gone. And that was why she and Shaela were here at Blair. Because their only living family was their cousins here in LA. So they of course had to move in with them. Devin, being the wonderful guy that he was, moved down to LA from Colorado to be with them, because he knew they needed a friend. But still. This was the twins first year in America. Their first time in an English speaking country in over ten years. It was hard enough adjusting to the customs and such, but she got so many strange looks. The way she dressed, the way she acted, the way she looked, the way she talked. So she had a British accent. So what? People just seemed to hate her for it. No particular reason, they just hated her. Because she was British.
Maybe it was the current war in Iraq. damn Iraq. damn Saddam. damn Bush. damn America. She hated it here. Absolutely hated it. The only reason she would rather be here than Persia is because Devin was here. That was the only reason. The only reason.
Sighing once again, she walked around a tree, only to catch sight of a figure leaning against a tree. The breath caught in her throat. Who the hell would randomly be out here in the garden for no reason? Well, her obviously, but still. Adalae was… Adalae. No real explanation needed there..
Stepping slightly into the line of vision of the male, she cleared her throat before speaking softly.
”Hel… hello?”
