johnson, lisa ; cherry

[cherry johnson]

LISA "CHERRY" JOHNSON

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF

Nicknames: Cherry
Age: Seventeen.
D.O.B. October 3rd
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight.
Occupation/Grade: Junior

DON'T STARE AT ME

Despite her personality Cherry is a very sweet looking girl. Her hair color changes often, but only between two colors: Blonde and Strawberry blonde. She once had it blue, but only for a week, and only because she couldn't afford to get it stripped. She wears fake eyelashes, and eyeliner, but no make up anywhere but her eyes. Her body is overly slender, but she does have a few curves...they're there. Even if you can barely see them.

Cherry likes to wear plain clothes. Things that most people would only wear to the Grocery Store she would wear to a party...unless she's trying to impress someone. But more often she doesn't care what people think about her clothes. She'll wear red and purple together, which everyone knows is a big fat 'no' in the fashion world, or else stripes and polka dots. Her clothes almost always have patches on them...and not the kind that look as though they were done on purpose. Hers were clearly an accident.

I WON'T SHUT UP, I KNOW THAT I SHOULD

Her personality is a confusing one, and that's putting it simply nicely. She has more mood swings than a pregnant woman, and will deny having them if you ask. She'll yell at you and say she's fine, just fine, so shut up, because you don't know what your talking about.

Cherry refuses to admit when she's wrong, or even when anyone else is right. She's not ignorant, not exactly, she always knows she's wrong. She just won't admit it to anyone else, for fear of them thinking less of her. She doesn't care as much if people think she's ugly, as long as they don't dislike her personality. Sadly, many people do.

She's not a very caring or sympathetic person. She has some major trust issues, due to her past. However, if you ask her if she does, she'll deny it, and say she just doesn't like you. That being said she doesn't like most people. She see's flaws easier than she does anything else, and the few people she does like she usually pretends not to.

It takes a really special person to actually be able to get along with her. But for those who can, and overlook her downfalls, she's actually a pretty decent person to them. She can even be a bit sweet and caring,w hen given the chance. The only probably is she doesn't usually get it.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Strengths:

• Very blunt.
  
• Guards her emotions well.
  
• Can pick a liar out easily.
  
• She can dance really well.
  

Flaws:

• Doesn't make friends easily.
  
• Not the nicest person ever.
  
• She almost never shows what she's really feeling.
  
• She tends to be meanest the ones she loves most.
  

Fears:

• Death of her brothers.
  
• Her father.
  
• Horses.
  

Secrets:

Quirks: Nail biting, Plays with her fingers when nervous.

LIVING IN THE PAST

History:
Cherry's parents were in love. They had been since high school, and they'd been planning a family ever since marriage. Imagine their happiness when only a month after their honey moon they fount out her mom was pregnant! They were exstatic. They went out shopping and bought all the stuff, and even got a bigger apartment, with an extra room. Life was good, they were excited.

Cherry had a good first few years of her life. Her parents loved her, they loved each other, and they were like the perfect all american family. Her father worked, her mom stayed home, and they were high middle class. And then...Anne became pregnant again. They were both so excited, especially Charlie. He was going to have two boys! Two boys to teach how to play football, and play baseball, and go bike riding, and all that other dad stuff...

And then when they were being born their mother died. No one knows why. But Charlie didn't care why. He decided to blame it on his sons...and his daughter. Ever since that day things went downhill for Cherry. His father quit his good desk job, and she was stuck being a mom at the age of three. Well, not literally. She didn't actaully have to take care of them until she was thirteen, when her Grandmother died. But her life was still living hell.

She had no friends at school, her home life sucked, and the two people she loved more than anything were just as badly off as she was. She started doing drugs at the age of twelve, when a high schooler introduced her to pot. By the age of sixteen she was into ecstacy, coke, and so much more. Her friends were all dead head druggies, and she was the same. Except for at home.

At home she was the mom. She made dinner, tucked her brothers into bed, and made sure they were always home on time. She even drove them places when she was old enough to drive...and then everything went even more downhill. If that was even possible.

Before her father left it to verbal abuse. Screaming was common in their house, more common than anything else. But one day he got drunk, and said he had a "surprise" for her. It was a surprise all right. Her raped her, and her brothers couldn't do or say anything, because he said he would kill them. They were still going to, but she told them not to. That she couldn't live without them.

A week later she had an idea. She was old enough to take care of her brothers...and her dad...really had to go. She poisoned his food with a recipe she found online, but her father wasn't stupid. Drunk, maybe, but not stupid. He could smell it, despite her excuses, and he tried to make his son try it, before Cherry admitted to what she did. That night was a repeat of what happened a week ago, and the next day her dad sent her here.

Mother: Anne Johnson, 40, diseased.
Father: Charlie Johnson, 41, garbage man
Siblings: Tony and Blake Johnson - 15
Pets: A kitten named Lovely Bones.
Other: N/A

WELL I AM WHAT I AM WHAT I AM

Alias: Elizabeth
Age: Almost sixteen
Gender: Female
Experience: A year last November.
Contacts: PM
Secret Word: {removed by admin}
RP Sample:

Will it kill me to breathe?
^{Not as easy as you think it is
Between you and me,
I could fake it if I have to}

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Cherry had been having a fairly horrible day. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. It hadn't been horrible, no, not really, it had just been horribly boring. When she woke up that morning the sky was gray...which was always a damper for Cherry. She loved blue skies, the kind with big fluffy white clouds, and the winter was just like one big season of let downs for her. With the cold weather, the chilly air, and the snow. Oh, how she hated the snow. It was beautiful, sure, she had to admit that. So white, and clear, and more perfect than most things on earth...until it got trampled all over. But it was also cold. Cherry liked cool weather, somewhere in the fifties, or sixties. Spring and Autumn were her favorite seasons because of that. She loved the rain, but only when the skies were blue. The sunshine-y rains that only happened once in a blue moon. Those were her favorites.

When she woke up that morning she prepared for her day as normal. It was, after all, just another day. She showered, threw her clothes on, hardly paying attention to what she was wearing, picked out her clothes, put on her make-up, then did her hair. All in all it only took about an hour, and the shoe thing probably took the longest. Either that or the make-up. She didn't care so much about her hair, or the actual clothes. Her hair was naturally straight, and she had been cutting it herself since she was old enough to hold a pair of scissors. As long as it was freshly cut, and not too messy, she didn't usually touch it. Unless, of course, she was in the mood for dying it. But for the time being she was content with her orange hair...not too bright of an orange, but not too dull, either.

She went about her day normally, just as usual. She only had a few classes, and then lunch, and then the rest of the day to do what she wanted to. The only problem was she didn't really know what she wanted to do. But she was a few minutes late for class, and didn't really want to get yelled at, so she figured she'd find something to do after she was done being tortured with lecture's, and such...if she didn't have too much home work to do. Which, she knew she probably would. Collage was a lot harder than she had been expecting it to be.

However, she was surprised by hardly having any homework, or anything to study for. Which was good in it's own way, but bad as well. Because it meant she wouldn't have anything to do. Just as she was pondering what she could do her stomach rumbled, and she knew before she got around to doing anything she'd need to find something to eat. Of course the first place that popped into her mind was McDonald's, her favorite restaurant. She could actually eat there without complaining about the calories as A) she only went there about once a month and B) she was fine with her body. She knew she didn't have many curves, but that was a good thing in it's own way, at least she wasn't fat.

She drove there in her old beat up red convertible she saved up for a year for back in High School. Only once she knew she had enough money for collage, of course. She didn't really care that it wasn't the best looking car ever, it drove, and she'd never had any troubles with it. She got out of it, patted the hood, dropped her keys in her pocket, and walked inside. Unlike most girls she didn't carry a purse around to keep her money in. Instead she kept it all in her pockets. Sometimes it fell out and she lost a few bucks, and sometimes she forgot it was in her pockets, and went around thinking she was poor until she found a hundred dollar bill in her jacket pocket. She liked never knowing exactly how much money she had.

She waited in line, glancing at the menu, despite the fact that she knew what she was getting. The same thing she always got every time she went there. Everything off the dollar menu, of course. It was cheaper, and it tasted just as good. Once the line had disappeared and she was next up she looked at the worker in a way which clearly stated she wasn't going to be polite. She never was, and yet she expected everyone to be polite to her... "Can I have a Mc chicken sandwich, root beer, and some fries?" There was no please, but the worker didn't think about it twice. He'd seen her there a few times before and knew she wasn't very polite.

Once her food arrived she took it, without a thank you, and sat down at a booth. The kind that were clearly meant for four people, not one, but she didn't care. It was far more comfortable than any chair. She unwrapped her sand which, took the top off, and stuffed a few fries in it, before putting the top back on. She took a small bite, then put it down and took a drink of her soda, looking around the place silently. She hated eating all alone, but she didn't really have anyone else to eat with. She felt so awkward.

count: 948
tags: Open!
outfit: click!
lyrics: Thick as thieves - Dashboard Confessional.
notes: mostly just me rambling. sorry.

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