if you like pina coolatas,

[steph]

WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT

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zuleika danixa mejias

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"When your weary feeling small
when tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
Oh when times get rough."

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[/font][/size]my name is steph. i've been role playing for seven to eight years. everyone knows i'm a bitching chicklet. this world has had my footprints stamped all over it for seventeen years. you know my oh so famous character/s zuleika danixa mejias[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION

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NAME: Zuleika Danixa Mejias
NICKNAME: Zuly, Zulinator, Zukeekee, ZooZoo, Zumie
GENDER: chicklet
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: twenty years of age, Oct. 23rd.
SEXUALITY: everything ;D
STATUS: single and ready to mingle ;D
RELIGION: athiest
YEAR: sophomore
MAJOR: anthropology
PB: megan fox

KICK DRUM BEAT IN MY CHEST AGAIN
WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN

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CHARACTERNAME LIKES: swedish fish, heights, bungee jumping, snow boarding, surfing, cliff diving, roller coasters, pina coolatas, music, scary movies, action movies, sports - especially football and basketball, gymnastics, yoga, running, swimming, planes, speeding on the highway, drag racing, motorcycles, dancing, partying, having fun in general, inside jokes, animal crackers, vintage cars.

CHARACTERNAME DISLIKES: being called stupid, disrespect, reading more than necessary, people making fun of her accent, her father, watching chick flicks with people (only on her alone time), crying, getting mad, Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga's music, stereotypes, being judged too quickly, studying, sitting in a lecture hall for double the amount of time necessary, her professors(it's ok they hate her too.)

PERSONALITY:

» dare devil - Zuly loves anything that gives her an adrenaline rush, though her absolute favorite activities are when she doesn't know the outcome. If it is her first time trying something, like sky diving for instance, she will most likely be the first one out of the plane and screaming WOOOOO! all the way down. Getting that rush is what, in a way, keeps her alive.

» loyal - She is definetly a social butterfly, but she has very few friends and many aqcauintences. Of course, she is as loyal as a dog to her friends-just because she would want them to treat her the same way.

» good listener - Listening is something not a lot of people can do. Zuleika definetly is a good listener, though sometimes her slightly upfront personality could contradict that. If you have a problem, she will listen and won't tell anyone else.

» party animal - Partying = fun, therefore, Zuleika does it. By partying, that means she does the dancing, the drinking, the drugs if they are present, and basically, again if it gives her a rush she will hop on the band wagon-no matter what.

» action figure - Zuleika, though many claims she looks and dresses like a Barbie Doll, is probably the exact opposite. Sports are something she loves and always has loved. Football is probably her all time favorite since she discovered it when she was sixteen. The tackling...the running...the throwing...*sigh* so beautiful...

» unpredictable - Just when you think you know her, she will turn around and do something you least expect just because she knows what you expect of her. Zuleika does not like living up to expectations. She writes her own agenda, no one else.

» mysterious - Despite being a social butterfly, a good listener, and all the above (and below), if you were to ask any of Zuleika's friends where she grew up or who her parents were, they would come up blank. Zuleika does not talk about herself very often and when she does, it is usually very vague.

» intelligent - Though she isn't a fan of studying, she is smart. Afterall, she has one tough major. The study of life, people, cultures, eras...Anthropology. So, duh, she does study and read-just what's necessary. No more and no less.

» speed racer - Racing, cars, motorcycles, anything that involves speed, roller coasters included, Zuleika loves. If she wasn't going to major in Anthropolgy, she would have majored in being a dare devil or stunt woman. Why not? It's fun!

» secretive - Ever wonder why Zuleika's hair is so thick and long? Well, that's because she holds everyone's secrets. She wouldn't say them to anyone for the world but it just goes to show, if she is ready to lie for you, honey she would lie to you.

SECRETS: She has a thing for one of her VERY close friends. | She was beaten and raped by her fathe ron numerous occassions while growing up. | She ran away to London from her home in Iraq. | She hides her past and everything involving it by smiling and being hyper all the time. | She does so many crazy things in hopes that one of them will someday kill her.

FEARS: Her father, Larger-than-life anything, settling down, getting pregnant, being murdered.

GOALS: To do as many crazy things as possible before her father catches her, hopefully finishing college with a masters in anthropology, To move and live in New York City, New York.

I CAN MAKE YOUR HEART SLOW
I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES

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MOTHER'S NAME: Danixa del Rosario Mejias
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: six feet under the ground
FATHER'S NAME: Zaid Malik Mejias
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: General in the Iraqi Army
SIBLINGS: none.
EXTENDED FAMILY: all deceased or unknown
NATIONALITY: Arabic/Spanish (Born in Iraq but is half Spanish)
HOMETOWN: Baghdad, Iraq.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England

BEST MEMORY:

"My best memory, I'd have to say, was...well, it was when I was on my way to wherever. I didn't know where I was going, that was the beauty of it. I was nineteen, barely had any cash on me, and just sort of hitch hiked and got everywhere that way. I had a few odd jobs but nothing major. Well, to skip all the boring stuff, it was the first time I went cliff diving. I'm not a professional, nor was I with a professional. I had been dropped off on the side of some unknown road somewhere in the southern tip of Spain. It was up in the mountains, but I was on the tip of a cliff and the Meditteranean and a stretch of blue before me. I had nothing on me but not far from me, a few people older than me were taking a huge running start and then just jumping in. They told me to go in legs first and so, I took off my clothes (it was the dead of night) and, in my tiny panties and bra, I moved as far back as I could, pumped my legs hard to run as fast as possible, and then at the edge I just flung myself. The feeling of nothing but the air, the world spinning all around me where I didn't know which way was up, and then the feeling of the water swallowing me up like a hungry child...It was the best feeling I ever had..."

WORST MEMORY:

"It hurt. Every single blow he gave me. I tried, I really did try to get away. I didn't like it, no one would. It might have been wrong of me to save that American soldier's life. Very wrong, actually, but I couldn't help it. He had gotten shot in the leg and I couldn't just leave him there bleeding to death! But he caught me and he didn't just beat me, he tortured that poor soldier, who had smiled and told me thank you, showed me pictures of his wife and kids back home. And I got beaten even more...For setting him free from his prison. My father beat me for it, in front of his own soldiers who simply smirked, saying I was getting what I deserved. I could taste the copper liquid in my mouth that was as red as the devil himself and I tried crawling away...The only thing that saved me was a bomb that was set off not to far that he had to ush over to command his troops. But everything ached...Every single movement of my muscles and bones. I felt like death was going to just take me and that I would be able to be with my mother again...But death didn't have any pity on me. Death left me alive, to endure more of it even when I was losing all hope."

HISTORY:

Birth. The city was in a huge celebration when Zuleika came into the world. The married couple had been trying for years to have a child, and they finally did. Danixa was fourty and Zaid was fifty eight when tiny Zuleika Danixa Mejias came into the world. And though everyone seemed happy and joyous... The next seventeen and a half year became nothing more than hell on earth.

You see, growing up, the Mejias family was far from normal. Zaid was a defense general in the Army of Iraq. He was very close with the many powerful leaders of the country and was actually one of their favorites. However, whenever something bad happened or he was simply in a bad mood, he usually took his anger out on his daughter, whom everyone seemed to love and thought was the sunlight of the country,or he would take it out on his wife, whom was described te have a beauty as rare as the water that seemed scarce in the country. All in all, abuse was their normal. Danixa often tried to protect Zuleika...and it was what eventually lead to her own death.

It wasn't the average night. It was sticky and hot, there was no wind, and there was a large party going on in the mansion-like home Zuleika once lived in. The party was celebrating Zaid's birthday, his daughter being ten years old at the time. Danixa had been upstairs with her daughter, laughing and smiling as they put different jewlery on Daniza to see which one looked the best on her. They were suppose to be downstairs, with all the guests, but they were never one for parties, at least not back then. Zaid was drunk, which was normal for him to be at parties. He had come upstairs, all the guests being loud enough where everything upstairs would be muted. He was angry, the two ladies not knowing why. He gave Zuleika the first smack across the face when she asked him if she could go to bed because she didn't want to go to the party. In an attempt to shield her daughter without violence, Danixa asked Zaid to behave himself and rushed to Zuleika to see if she was alright. It sparked an arguement between the two adults which lead to Zaid beating Danixa so badly, she barely seemed recognizable. Zuleika had screamed, punching her father to get him off of her. He simply threw Zuleika off to the side and, with a devilish grin, pulled out his gun and, with Danixa pleading with him to at least not do it with Zuleika in the room, he told her that the next time she opened her legs to a petty Spanish soldier, it would be in hell, and then he shot her. Right between the eyes.

Zuleika had kicked and screamed and cried in agony over her mothers death and Zaid simply placed the gun in Danixa's hand to make it seem like a suicide, and then pulled Zuleika's hair and told her that she was nothing but a bastard child and that she should keep quiet, or she would end up just like her. For the next seven and a half years, it all became monotonous to the point where the beatings made her numb. The rapes made her feel dirty, but she never spoke about it. But the final time he beat her was the time he nearly beat her to death and the person that saved her was an American soldier. He had asked why she was out on the battlefield, she said she simply didn't understand him-that she only spoke Spanish, so they ended up dropping her in Spain, where she claimed was her home country. From there, Zuleika simply hitch hiked, took on odd jobs for money, and eventually, between the ages of seventeen and a half and nineteen, she managed to make it to London, England, where she decided she would study anthropology before she would, hopefully, manage to get enough money together to move to America, since she already knew her father would have people after her-no matter where she went...Except America. He hated them far too much....

BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS

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ROLE PLAY WORD: --

Leanne almost immediately locked her jaw, feeling the lump in her throat slowly start to grow at his words. Loved. Past tense. It felt like every syllable was a whip full of thorns against her skin and she almost felt like she was ready to flinch. Why hadn't she moved on? Why should it even matter to her anymore?

She could feel her cheeks growing warmer as she tried her hardest not to let everything out. She always knew that had been one of their biggest problems: letting each other in. The physical trust had been completely packed and sealed but the emotional trust still took them so long to build and when she left when he cheated on her, it had been just about to 30% before it all simply drained out again and it was like starting from square one.

"It sucks," she bit her lower lip, another bad habit of her's,"because I haven't moved on, no matter how hard I tried to."

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She had put a tremendous amount of effort into moving on from Parker. She drank, she smoked, she did all sorts of drugs, she would dance until she ended up throwing up in the girl's bathroom, she would work until her muscles ached, and at one point she was desperate enough to take up a simple one night stand, which was never her style. She was always the innocent one when it came to those things and one night stands was just something that wasn't her. Well, she did it once and felt emptier than she had before because in the morning, when she would turn over, the guy was already long gone. It made her feel dirty, used, and just...disgusted with herself.

"I did everything to get you off my mind,"[/color] she stepped away from him as she spoke, wrapping her arms around herself thinking about those dark years where everything was just a numb blur. Waking up to a cigarette burning in an ash tray, to empty bottles of alcohol, to a syringe on her fingers, and then the killer head ache and the emptiness.

"When your brother told me you enlisted, you have no idea how much I worried about you,"[/color] almost every other day she would fret about it in her mind, thinking over that maybe if she hadn't left they could have fixed everything.

"I walked away because I was afraid,"[/color] she could feel her voice being shakey and she attempted to steady it with little success,"I was afraid that it was all true and I needed to get away, not from you or anyone else. I needed to get away from my father."[/color]

She never told him about her father, but she did tell him once that that was the reason she didn't let people into her house. It was well known that Leanne's father was the town drunk but it was a rumor that he would beat her-because he never hit her face so noone would suspect anything. Whenever a new bruise would show up, she would just laugh it off and say it was her being clumsy, when everyone who knew her knew she had the balance like a cat-she needed to have that balance in order to dance the way she does. Everyone always said that they had some feeling that she was too secretive and mysterious-that no one could be so happy and smiling every single day and not have any problems or drama.

And they were all right.

"I didn't want you to see me fall apart."[/color]

She never admitted that to anyone. The fact that she ran because she felt like she was falling apart. Not just emotionally or mentally, but physically as well. and for about five years, Leanne simply deteriorated and it seemed like everytime she came in contact with someone from Paia, this sort of charade would be put up and she would pretend to be so perfect and like she was living such a good life and made something of herself. She didn't. She just got lucky.

"Look, I'm sorry,"[/color] she sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a second and leaning against the wall as if to steady herself before she did something stupid, and finally opened her eyes and looked directly at him, managing to swallow back the lump in her throat,"Adrian told me you might come back to get closer and move on,"[/color] she bit her lower lip. Selfishly, she didn't want him to, but, by the looks of things, she figured he already had and she was just being some clingy ex girlfriend who needed to straighten herself out,"Well, if you want closer, you got it."[/color]

Leanne didn't know what else to say. Adrian told her Parker wanted closure more than anything. She wanted to let go, hell it hurt knowing that the first person she loved cheated on her, but it was just.... He had been the only person she ever truly trusted up until that point. She wanted to tell him everything and in the end, she told him nothing. And she wished she had, because maybe things would have been different.[/quote]

[NICOLETTE VALERIE CHANEL]