SHORE, Crystal | Captive | COMPLETE
Feb 9, 2014 13:13:27 GMT -7
Post by CRYSTAL SHORE on Feb 9, 2014 13:13:27 GMT -7
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CRYSTAL MARIE SHORE
EIGHTEEN
THE CAPTIVES
CAPTURED
ALICE ENGLERT
basics BIRTHDAY: JUNE 6 STATUS: SINGLE orientation: STRAIGHT KEY TRAITS: SHY, INSECURE, RESERVED, WALLFLOWER, LOYAL, PROTECTIVE, SENSITIVE, BRAVE behind the mask Hello! My name is KIM and I am 15 years old. As of today, I have been role playing for approximately 3 years. I also play OTHER CHARACTERS HERE. | Dying. That's how it feels every day for Crystal. She's orphaned and the only person she can rely on is her sister Lauren. Dirty floors, a cup or two of water every day. It's not enough for her. And with the severe asthma she has, with no one helping her but her sister... she feels like she won't make it. But she has to. She can't leave Lauren. She has to fight, fight for both her life and her sister's. She must. She's a warrior, she's brave. She can get through it. ---- Her mother died during her birth so she doesn't know who she was, how she looked like. In fact, neither did Lauren. The only person who could have possibly known was their father. But he never told them, as if it was supposed to be a secret or something. She had always wanted to ask them but she never got the chance. So she stayed like that, without knowing who her mother was or how she even looked like. But even then, Crystal always imagined how she looked like. Pretty brown hair, cheerful brown eyes, exactly like her daughters did. So she figured she didn't need an actual image. She could keep her own. She was born with the asthma. And to her, it was a curse and she hated it. She hated coughing and wheezing for breath and having to grab her inhaler almost every hour. It annoyed her having to hold her breath when there was smoke or dust. But really, what could she do about it? She was born with it. And with the cell she was in and with all the ick, it made it worse. She's grateful Lauren is always there for her, making sure she's okay during the night. But the Rebels didn't seem to care. In fact, Crystal thought they would rather see her dead. They didn't care. They didn't care. When her father died, well, it tore her apart. He was the only parental figure he had left. One moment, everything seemed fine. And then the sounds of gunshots and chaos broke out. Then he was dead. She didn't need to be told that. She just knew. She knew he put his life to save them. And yet, she couldn't thank him. She knew that from the moment he went out there and didn't come back, he was gone. Dead, She didn't know how long she cried that night/ But it was a while. She cried until no more tears came sliding down her cheeks. It was like a part of her had been ripped out. She felt dead, too. And to make it worse? They captured them. The Rebels did. She hated them. She wanted them to pay for what they did. But she couldn't do that, no. She wasn't a killer like they were. They didn't want to become that. Instead, she never spoke to them. Ate the food they gave them, the water they pushed her way. So the loud, happy girl was gone. She was now replaced with a quiet, reserved and broken girl. The old Crystal was long gone. Like her mother. Like her father. |
