As soon as her presence was noticed by the man with disheveled hair Tempest halted mid-step until he went back to talking indifferently. Quickly she picked up the pace and whilst taking a forward step tripped over the baggy jumpsuit pants, dropping the unsavory toast onto the floor. Her fingers wiggled toward the item hoping the crisp bread would magically float up within her grasp—unfortunately this was not so. With the five second rule long since passed she still awkwardly bent down to pick up the piece of bread, and scurried closer to the duo before suddenly shifting to the side of the rec room once more to observe.
Two girls were involved with a card game talking in what seemed hesitance toward one another, just like the men who seemed to watch their back while discussing something secretive. Everyone appeared on edge and not completely comfortable with their surroundings let along the other prisoners around them. Vibrant azure hues studied their faces and body language since the movement of their mouths were inaudible. She felt like a fly on the wall taking in the new surroundings and could almost get away with murder unnoticed—a decent quality-- if it were not for all the patrol.
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Illness is not an indulgence which you should pay for nor is it a crime for which you should be punished.
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When you accidentally scream "RED BULL HEAL" to your xbox one kinect instead of IRON BULL HEAL...
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If you stand for nothing you will fall for anything.
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No worries, I probably worded it wrong is all.
& yes, I think Rad was just waiting for feedback.
-I poked him via PM so he knows he's accepted-
also explained in my post that Tempest is truly in the rec room now. ^^
& yes, I think Rad was just waiting for feedback.
-I poked him via PM so he knows he's accepted-
also explained in my post that Tempest is truly in the rec room now. ^^
PoisonLilies said Leviathan are you in the Rec room?
Yes ^^
Captain Shelton said Guys, why is it so hard to portray an American character in an American setting? lol, accepted.
Nothing wrong with diversity, at least I hope not. ><
I lived in Egypt & have an Egyptian family so her story isn't too out there, for me anyway.
If she really bugs you I am more than willing to change her. ^^
I don't want there to be any tension. ^^
Name:
Ara El Khouri
Age:
21
Appearance:
5’7, slender with curves, silky straight onyx hair that reaches the mid of her back, and dark almost pitch in color eyes.
Nickname:
Lilium
Scars:
With an observant eye one can detect the noticeable track marks along Ara’s arms, even through the tattoo on her left arm.
Tattoos:
Ara has a full left sleeve tattoo of vibrant lilies and lotus that also spread across her left shoulder blade.
“Love is blind” in Arabic down the right side of her ribs
Outfit:
Grey off one shoulder baggy lounge shirt with black studs down the ¾ quarter sleeves. Ripped denim shorts with loose threads are almost completely covered up by the long shirt. Leather black wedge boots reach just below her knees.
Problem/Addiction:
Depression, Heroin, Opiates, occasional Alcohol drinker
Background Type:
The Addict
Biography:
The daughter of a wealthy Sheikh, Ara was born to a high class family who moved from Lebanon to Dubai. The apple of her father’s eye she wanted for nothing being the only daughter. As she grew the relationship with her father changed as they drew distant, and the favoritism of her had run its course. Her brothers were expected to learn politics and be just as successful as their father. Ara was cast aside into the background like her mother but still remained obligated to behave, and remain quiet. Traveling with her family opened her eyes to the many possibilities in the world. Finding foreigner’s freedom engaging she wanted to go into the tourism business but knew her family would not approve. While entertaining the family of a respectable Egyptian Sheikh, Ara befriended his daughter who had won a scholarship to the States to attend school. Ara discussed this with her father and was given permission; however, he expected her return home.
At 18 Ara left to join the medical field of nursing and used this opportunity to gain some much needed freedom when returning back home to Dubai. During her courses some teachers began taking a liking to the bright eyed Lebanese girl. They suggested Ara apply to become a permanent resident with the promise to gain employment after graduation. Without hesitation she made the tough decision to try for a green card against her family’s wishes, and has not spoken to them in quite some time as a consequence. Isolation from her family and all the independence quickly got her into trouble. She met a rough crowd and began to experiment with drugs at social gatherings to numb her mind. Unfortunately her grades are plummeting due to the dependence on drugs. She fears everything will be taken away from her and she will have to return home a failure but worse--a disappointment to her father if she does not fatally overdose first.
Notes:
-Ara cleaned up for a little while due to an unexpected pregnancy but miscarried thus plummeting her further into addiction.
-Her boyfriend left after he could not deal with her issues shortly after the miscarriage.
-Ara is still in school but struggling to keep her scholarship and may need to take a semester off due to her habit.
-To hide her use of syringes Ara got an elaborate sleeve tattoo but could not have the right side inked yet due to financial woes.
may I reserve the addict please, good sir?
damn, too late to the party. ><'
have fun everyone!
have fun everyone!
haha, I'll be sure to crack you young whipper snappers in shape if you don't settle down. ^^
I sound like a grandfather instead of a papa...and an abusive grandfather at that. hmmm. ><'
Have I turned into my grandfather?
OH, THE IRONY!
Anywho, have fun you two. :3
lol
I sound like a grandfather instead of a papa...and an abusive grandfather at that. hmmm. ><'
Have I turned into my grandfather?
OH, THE IRONY!
Anywho, have fun you two. :3
lol
Still not used to sleeping on any sort of raised bed Tempest spent the night on the cold floor curled up in the fetal position. This establishment seemed otherworldly and much too bright because the fluorescents hurt her azure eyes, and she squinted constantly the first time arriving. She had been forced to shower before entering the cell and one of the female guards detangled the volumes of her waist length hair to make sure no weapons—such as a blowpipe was hidden in those onyx locks somehow. The whole event would have been quite degrading if she had not already been accustomed to rough behavior. There were a few hitches since she resisted out of confusion once or twice, mostly from the language barrier. Even if they knew Nahuatl it would not have been much better considering Tempest had nearly passed the critical period to really learn any language, including English. She had gone through extensive testing prior to arriving in which a speech and language coach worked with her, improving her communication vastly.
When the cells grinded open the angelic female immediately lifted her head to investigate, and it did not take long before she scurried out of the room without much motivation from the guards. Tempest’s curiosity could not be measured and would certainly be the death of her sooner or later—surely. A towering form wearing heavy armor stepped in front of the timid girl blocking the path, and held up a baggy jumpsuit. Tempest’s doe eyes stared at the material for a while before gathering the item into her own hands to slip the large uniform on without a fuss. An “all is well” nod of confirmation from the guard set another set of doors opened, guiding the newcomer’s way toward breakfast for the first time here.
After arriving into the space occupied by fellow prisoners this situation went much like the jumpsuit incident. She stood silently with both hands covered by long sleeves clasped together under her chin, and scanned the area like an exposed cheetah with a cautious gaze. There were male and female alike and most were finished with the suspicious concoction deemed food, and had already cleared out. Her crystalline hues jumped from the stainless steel conveyer style breakfast line to the seats, pondering what to do. A few passing prisoners eyed the porcelain looking girl as though she were daft, and obnoxiously commented in sentences she could not comprehend. Luckily another late riser hurried to the line and was given food in return for simply standing there, and she decided to mimic him. Her slender fingers took the first thing she saw, which was a piece of unbuttered toast among other unappealing and foreign things.
She held onto her sustenance like treasure pressed tightly to her chest and scampered toward the end of the room…where she stood awkwardly again like a buoy in the middle of an ocean. At this spot she overheard a tiny bit of a heated conversation by a sleeveless man and guard. That table seemed to hold a very interesting group and piqued her interest, which did not take much coincidentally. The same man suddenly left with another whose sleeves were altered too toward a room she was unfamiliar with. With a tilt of her head slightly to the side she waited for them to walk ahead. Bare feet followed inching closer to the duo with untouched food still in hand. Trying not to be overly conspicuous her figure remained a good enough distance away from them still, though they could probably detect her presence without much trouble regardless.
When the cells grinded open the angelic female immediately lifted her head to investigate, and it did not take long before she scurried out of the room without much motivation from the guards. Tempest’s curiosity could not be measured and would certainly be the death of her sooner or later—surely. A towering form wearing heavy armor stepped in front of the timid girl blocking the path, and held up a baggy jumpsuit. Tempest’s doe eyes stared at the material for a while before gathering the item into her own hands to slip the large uniform on without a fuss. An “all is well” nod of confirmation from the guard set another set of doors opened, guiding the newcomer’s way toward breakfast for the first time here.
After arriving into the space occupied by fellow prisoners this situation went much like the jumpsuit incident. She stood silently with both hands covered by long sleeves clasped together under her chin, and scanned the area like an exposed cheetah with a cautious gaze. There were male and female alike and most were finished with the suspicious concoction deemed food, and had already cleared out. Her crystalline hues jumped from the stainless steel conveyer style breakfast line to the seats, pondering what to do. A few passing prisoners eyed the porcelain looking girl as though she were daft, and obnoxiously commented in sentences she could not comprehend. Luckily another late riser hurried to the line and was given food in return for simply standing there, and she decided to mimic him. Her slender fingers took the first thing she saw, which was a piece of unbuttered toast among other unappealing and foreign things.
She held onto her sustenance like treasure pressed tightly to her chest and scampered toward the end of the room…where she stood awkwardly again like a buoy in the middle of an ocean. At this spot she overheard a tiny bit of a heated conversation by a sleeveless man and guard. That table seemed to hold a very interesting group and piqued her interest, which did not take much coincidentally. The same man suddenly left with another whose sleeves were altered too toward a room she was unfamiliar with. With a tilt of her head slightly to the side she waited for them to walk ahead. Bare feet followed inching closer to the duo with untouched food still in hand. Trying not to be overly conspicuous her figure remained a good enough distance away from them still, though they could probably detect her presence without much trouble regardless.
Radaguast said as soon as I get off my phone and to my computer Ill have my CS to you.
Better be by tonight! ^^
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