life has it's gleam ,

[JOSEPHINE PAIGE VICTORIA]

WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT

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josephine paige victoria

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"i'm coming home"
"did you take off while i was gone?"

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WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION

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NAME: josephine paige victoria
NICKNAME: joe, jay, joey
GENDER: femme
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: twenty two, april fourteenth
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
STATUS: single mingle
RELIGION: catholic
YEAR: junior
MAJOR: music
PB: trashlee wentz

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

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JOE LIKES: animals; parties; alcohol; excitement; rebelling; boys; older men; beards; toe socks; blackberry jam; pretzels; traditions; hoodies; sports; football; swimming; rain; cold weather; beaches; swim suits; yogurt; flowers; daises; art; photography; classical music; screamo music; concerts; oldies movies; silent films; zoos; aquariums; leather; candy; cakes; birthday parties; presents; holidays; feasts; roller coasters; amusement parks; video games; her pet tarantula; staying up late; sleeping in; religion; horror movies; gore; 70's music; disco; bowling; camping; fires; scary stories; mystery books; reading; libraries; blogging; taking pictures; texting; shopping; dancing; sleeping over; baby animals; babies; toddlers; play sets; frilly dresses; bright colours; expensive pants; champagne; strawberries; wild flowers; western movies; horses; gay couples; underground clubs; coloured underwear; patterned underwear; silk; peeps; marshmallows; easter; rain coats; love notes; love songs; guitars; warm clothes; cologne; big beds; water beds; oceans; waterfalls; romantic dates; crayons; scribbling; old headphones; cheetos; turtles; snails; america’s next top model; boots; boys in tight pants; bubblegum; candy necklaces; cell phones; gwen stefani; classic films; dogs; drinking; european fashion; french boys; getting drunk; getting pleased; ellen degeneres; green-eyed boys; guys with piercings; hats; playing the piano; starbursts; skittles; romantic movies; instant cameras; johnny depp; justin timberlake; purple; love; knitting; leather jackets; lollipops; pretty hair; freedom; m&ms; making out; mint chocolates; big sunglasses; money; sweettarts; novels; freedom; pink; plastic rings; pugs; red wine; shopping; small cars; spicy food; tattoos; energy drinks; edgar allen poe; writing poetry; q-tips; pixie sticks; granola bars; sunkist; faerietales; wet grass; fresh linen

JOE DISLIKES: black licorice; dark chocolate; wetness; darkness; judgment; hooks; heights; hospitals; blood; nurses/doctors; death; funerals; malls; public places; skateboards; open areas; large open crowds; being pushed around; athletic events; boredom; loneliness; sarcasm; old people smells; sweat; gyms; exercise machines; exercise videos; richard simmons; screamo music; goths; popular kids; muscles; bullies; arrogant people; loud noises; large noses; the scent of hair dye; animal cruelty; annoying cell phone ringtones; being judged; blonde jokes; boring people; bright orange; cheap alcohol; getting caught lying; getting surprised; getting talked back; dots; gossip columns; bullies; green skittles; historic places; sarah michelle gellar; hummers; people chewing with their mouths open; cyberbullying; perverts; politics; purple jelly beans; stuck up; prissy girls; public restrooms; early mornings; icy roads; busy lines at starbucks; liars; cheaters; rejection; awkward silences; heights; cold; hairy legs; hairy men; ingrown hairs; messy hair; messy people; wide mouths; petunias; peanuts; puffy dresses; holes in her stockings; glow sticks; greasy bread; grilled cheese sandwiches; mac and cheese; spaghetti straps; sports bras; frills; barns; farm work

PERSONALITY:

• Harmless&&Sweet
  

  Joe is that type of girl that makes you cringe. That makes you wonder, "Why can't I be more like her and not take it so personally?" The fake smiles and promises things are going to be better, they come from her. It doesn't matter if you shit talk her, she won't come back with anything. She doesn't like violence, verbal or physical. She thinks it's pointless. There is a fierce side to her, yes, but you have to basically have ripped off her legs out of entertainment to get her to that point. She's kind toward everyone she meets, including her own sister that seems to hate her to the core. It's impossible for Joe not to be nice. A hobo could have pissed on her Gucci bag that she had set down for a minute to jot down some notes on a napkin, she'd give him a handful of money and tell him to go buy some new shoes before walking off with her pissed on purse. The optimistic, everything that goes wrong has a chance of getting better.

  
  
• Loving&&Caring
  

  Joe is always been a nurturing type of person. If she wasn't a student and single, she'd be well on her way to being a homemaker and a kindergarten teacher. Joe doesn't have a cruel bone in her body. She couldn't hurt a fly. That's why she has her tarantula, Romeo, that she loves. It proves to people that, she couldn't even hurt a spider. It always makes her hurt on the inside to see bullies. In a sense, she's like a hippie. Why can't everyone just get along and love one another? It's a weakness, really. To help people, whether she knows them or not. Friend or enemy, she'll help them. If they're her friend, they're like blood family and there for get everything Joe can do to help. Enemies, well, you get her sympathy and minor help. That's your fault for making such a reliable source and enemy.

  
  
• Smart&&Wise
  

  Growing up, Joe had been the daughter of a Dean. Do you expect any less than a four point oh average and straight A's throughout her life? Joe had always been the sensible, yet imaginative child. She worked her fingers to the bone when it came to school. Throughout elementary school she was a straight A, honour roll student. In middle school, she was the top student in her gifted class. In high school, she took all the extra classes and graduated as valedictorian of her class. It makes you want to hit her she did so many academic things in high school. She took three different language classes; French, Spanish, and Italian, she's fluent in them all. She did debate clubs and civics clubs. All she needed was four science classes to graduate, she took six. For English, she wrote outstanding essays and always had a high A in the class. Five different math classes, starting off with geometry her freshman year. She did excellent in band, even though she quit her Sophomore year and came back occasionally for concert band. She was even athletic and did various sports ranging from volleyball, to cheerleading, to softball. She was the girl you envied for being so smart and sensible. It made you want to kick the shit out of her and beat her up. You couldn't lay a finger on her due to her father.

  
  
• Innocent&&Dangerous
  

  Remember that dangerous side I told you about? This side is the side you want to avoid from Joe. She's quiet, and soft, and hardly fights unless someone is wrong and she is merely correcting them, but, once you get her raged there's no stopping her unless her revenge is met to the fullest. This is the Darth Vador side of Joe, you must understand. If you're on this level of hatred, you're on the level that her rapist brother Collin is on. This girl once publicly humiliated her, teased and pushed her around. Joe went ninja spy, found out her deepest darkest secret, video recorded it and on the day they were giving out academic rewards, guess who hacked into the computer system and inserted the tape to play while the girl was coming up on stage. That tape showed five different times the student had been bent over backwards, lying on her back, or straddling five different teachers. Note, this was how the girl got an academic reward in the first place. Joe just sat there, pleased when they called up her name, her rightful place and handed her her rightful award. It served those teachers, as well as the student, right to mess with Josephine P. Victoria. Everyone has a darkside, the Victoria's just seem to be darker than most.

  
  
• Peaceful&&Relaxed
  

  This is a weird transition from dangerous and threatening to peaceful and relaxed. Let's put it this way, when you haven't put yourself in the dangerous path of her bad side, Joe is pretty relaxed and calm about everything. You just got your arm ran over by a cattle of stampeding cows? Oh well, don't worry. We'll get you to a hospital. Stay calm. If Joe hadn't become a kindergarten teacher, she would have become a pediatric doctor. She was so calm and relaxed when other people were bawling their eyes out and panicking. She's the one that comes with an assload of "it's okay, I'm here"s. If Joe's there, everything is good, right? It could the be the worst possible situation in the world and you'd just look at Joe, sitting there thinking and smiling softly. She never thinks that, "Oh hey, nothing can make this better. There is no happy thoughts." If you get her to think that, you must be a Saint and there for deserve a city named after you.

  
  
• Quiet&&Talented
  

  Joe has never been the outgoing type. Never the type to just go out and party alone and come back with her arm having six or seven different guys hanging off. She's just the quiet girl that enjoys an evening alone with her mystery books and keyboard. The type that likes to sit quietly with a piano and play various compositions she has memorized in that photographic memory of hers. Maybe she'd pick up a flute, a cello, or even bagpipe, yes, she knows how to play the bagpipe. Even though Joe has always been a little artistically inclined, she can draw stick people and flowers but that's pretty much it, she has her advantage with all her musical abilities. Music has always been a passion to her and you don't even have to ask what she plays, she just gravitates toward it, sits down and does whatever she wants with her fingers. You'll see her playing a nonexistent piano while she walked down the street, fixing notes in her head and playing it again. The type with one hand always fixing notes on something, whether she realizes it or not. A register clerk at a shopping mall once asked if she had some crippled disease because one of her hands were going crazy while her other hand easily signed a check. It was embarrassing.

SECRETS:

FEARS:

GOALS:

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

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MOTHER'S NAME: samantha noelle victoria
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: surgical resident and part time alcoholic
FATHER'S NAME: benjamin robert victoria
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: dean of boston university
SIBLINGS:
collin alexander victoria . twenty seven . brother . whereabouts unknown
____ ____ victoria . twenty two . twin sister . groupie for i'll eat you up
savannah faith victoria . sixteen . sister . high school student
juliet hope vicotira . eleven . sister . elementary student
EXTENDED FAMILY:
chill taylor reed . seventy one . grandfather . deceased
NATIONALITY: dutch, english, french, scotish
HOMETOWN: boston, massachusetts
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london, england
BEST MEMORY:

"the day i escaped, i guess. flew away from boston, got away from the pressure of society. that's all i really needed anyway, release."

WORST MEMORY:

"...uhm. i don't really like to talk about it all that much but, it's pretty obvious. i don't have some horrific story like watching my mother die. i don't, it's bad though. it's up there with watching my mother die. the fact my brother raped me. i was an innocent eleven-year-old and he just took it upon himself to go ahead and take something sacred from me. even if i screamed and cried he just...he was just a monster. then i had to watch daddy tell him to get out, never look or come back. i was glad to see his him go though. he's probably dead by now but it doesn't really matter anymore. he didn't hurt my baby sisters or me again, that much i know."

HISTORY:
It had been a trip to England to see her parents. For the last two months of her pregnancy her mother wanted to be with her since she had missed the birth of her grandson, Collin. Benjamin had been busy with work that night and attempted to sleep but was disturbed by his anxious and hyperventilating wife in the middle of the night, demanding to be taken to the hospital. Samantha's family had always been the superstitious type. Throwing salt over their shoulders, avoiding confrontation with black cats, watching where they were going so they didn't step under or a ladder or on a crack to break her mother's back. It seems like a curse and to Samantha Victoria it was a curse. Friday the thirteenth she went into labor with her twin girls. She held off as long as possibly, refusing to bring her two girls into the world on such a cursed day. Samantha was a very superstitious person. As much as she tried, she couldn't control the eldest Victoria's desire to be brought into the world. With one baby in hand, fifteen minutes later, on April fourteenth, Josephine Victoria was born to Samantha and Benjamin Victoria. She was the other half of identical twins. Heads of the quarter. In a way, Samantha blamed herself for the way her eldest daughter turned out. She thinks that if she would have held on for fifteen more minutes she'd be like Joe more. Either way, she took home with her two baby girls that would go down two different paths that would end up on the same road. Starting with the minute Mr. Victoria put his hands on his baby girl, Josephine.

It was easy to see that the twins had two completely and utterly opposite personalities. Joe was the quiet one that liked creating things that added to educational structure. Her sister liked destroying the things she created. As toddlers, they teetered across the big open yard together, pushing, shoving, arguing who got to play with which Barbie, in which case Joe normally lost because her sister seemed to be a little more butch than her. Joe was looked upon with bright eyes and promises, her sister not so much. At social events, people seemed to adore Joe and pet her with admiration and jealousy. Benjamin took pride in this daughter. Samantha spent more time trying to connect to the other twin. Joe, from the time she was brought home, was always pampered with compliments and envious yet soft eyes by the maids and doormen that worked at their home. Benjamin spent more time with Josephine, teaching her life lessons when she went outside to play in the flower garden or swing on the tree. Her grandfather did the same. Her grandfather on her mother's side lived with them at the time and enjoyed Joe's natural curiosity on the outside world. They'd sit in the hammock in the backyard for hours, having long philosophical conversations or he'd read her a book. Josephine, while she adored the affection she got from her father and grandfather, longed to have such a relationship that she noticed her sister had that she didn't. At the age of five, her mind already growing full of knowledge that her father and grandfather would tell her, envied her elder twin because her mother wouldn't talk the way she talked with the elder Victoria, or smile at her the way she did. There was a different, more of a secretive language that was between Samantha and her cursed child.

At the age of six, the twins and Collin had a new baby sister to look at. But even then, Savannah seemed less important to Samantha then the eldest twin did. Josephine adored Savannah, as did her grandfather, and grandparents on her father's side. It seemed, the Victoria's on her father's side didn't seem to favour Josephine as Benjamin did. She was more of the little lady they never got a chance to have, and they envied Benjamin for having her. In this household, it was all about favouring. You had some and you didn't. Joe wanted her mother, desperately. This was where, in elementary school, Joe tried as hard as she could to make straight A's, thinking that it may please her mother. At the age of six and a half, she was becoming skilled at the piano and was moving swiftly along in her lessons. Nothing seemed to phase her. Her mother would sit in the sun room with the elder twin, brushing her long, dark blond hair lovingly. With her heart sinking, she'd sink the attention of her father, but he was far too busy with work and that's where she turned to her grandfather. Chill always knew how to cheer his baby girl up, with Savannah listening from her crib, he'd tell her chilling stories from back in the day. Savannah shared a room with Joe, considering Samantha allowed the elder twin to have her own room to her likings. That was fine with Joe. On her eighth birthday, her grandfather took her to her own little part of the mansion, giving her a small key and showing her a large library full of books for her to read. This was where Joe spent most of her time, curled up on a window seat with a warm book in her hands. Grandma Reed loved to read books, and because Samantha wasn't much of a reader, nor did she liked to be remembered of her mother, Chill gave Josephine the keys to her own city.

There was always a sibling rivalry between the twins, and Joes disliked it the most. She wanted a whole family, not one separated by favourites. One where her father favoured her over her other siblings while her mother loved her sister more. Collin was off on his own, and when Joe's baby sister, Juliet, was born, Savannah and Juliet became each other's entertainment. All Joe had at this point was her grandfather and father. Though her father loved her deeply, he was constantly busy so it was just Chill basically raising Josephine. One night, Josephine was going to bed early because she had an important math test the next morning that she wanted to bring home and show her mother she got a one hundred for. Savannah had moved out and moved in with Juliet, leaving Josephine alone in this big empty room. The door squeaked open and Collin crept in. Josephine told him to go away, politely, because she was sleeping. There was a look in his eye that frightened Josephine. Especially when Collin's hand went over her mouth. She didn't scream at the time, there was really no reason. He told her to be quiet, he apologized over and over, saying he had to do it. It wasn't until he pushed down his boxers did she realized what he was doing. She shook her head, crying behind his hand while he slipped off her panties. The night was a blur to Joe, a memory she proceeds to push back in her mind. All she can remember, or chooses to remember, is the pain that coursed through her body and the heat that was in her face out of crying so hard and screaming into the hot palm clamped over her mouth. She always thought it was her punishment. The punishment for not having her mother's, or sister's love, that Collin came to her the way he did. Even when she sat on the stairs the following night, tears clinging to her cheeks while she watched her father in the den scolding Collin, disowning him from the family name and will, giving him money and telling him to get the fuck out of his home before he called the police, she still thought it was her fault. It'd be years before she would accept it as anything different.

Years of therapy, that's what Collin caused. Years of never trusting another person until she finally put him in the past. In high school, Collin was gone. She couldn't remember what his face looked like or the sound of his voice. Collin was just another bad dream. At this point, people began throwing college scholarships toward her because she was such a promising student. An outstanding musician and writer. She was athletic and fit. She almost took a Julliard offer, then Harvard. She'd becoming and outstanding pediatric surgeon. She loved babies and children. She loved them more than flowers, or music, or writing. But, high school was a time when she had other important things on her mind than whether she should be a professional pianist or brilliant pediatric surgeon. Her grandfather fell ill at this point. Her junior year, the year she has proven fit to be a foreign language translator for French and Italians, the year she took her varsity cheer squad to the nationals that her school hadn't been to in twelve years, the year she was recognized for her academic achievements and musical talent. She sat by his bed side, holding his hand and promising he'd get better. He told her she should be a teacher, she was so kind. She should teach others to be kind and gentle toward people as well. The stress of her grandfather's illness soon faded as he got better. It was right after she had declined the Harvard acceptance letter in her senior year when she walked outside to see her grandfather fall, his hand clutched to his heart. Panicked, she screamed and ran to his side. He'd picked a handful of flowers for Josephine, all bright, he promised, bright as the sun itself to match her. It was too late by the time the maids came and a few days later, Josephine stood in black, a handful of flowers identical to the bouquet that her grandfather pick, and laid them on the dark wooden casket as it was lowered down.

Her mother was far too concerned about the elder twin to really care about her father's death. "I didn't really have a connection with my father, nor like him." Was her excuse for not caring. It took a year for Josephine's sorrow to eventually ease over into peace. Benjamin sprung on this opportunity immediately. His daughter needed to be suited with a match, that's what was needed. Soon, the doorbell was ringing off the hook and gentlemen were being offered in to her humble home where they would flash charming smiles and hand her expensive gifts. Francis Chandler, the son of a state chairman, seemed to flash her that charming smile and handed her a book. Her father was pleased with Francis, Josephine enjoyed his company and started to set up day dates where they would talk, discuss the future, her future, their future. Then one sunny day, Josephine was pronounced at future Mrs. Chandler. This was all very sudden, you must realize. She was twenty-one, studying to become a kindergarten teacher when this man that she's known for about two months gets down on his knee and proposes with promises of happiness to her. She accepted and was soon dragged into the miserable role of attending public events, parties, with people she didn't know but Francis grew up with. She smiled for charity events, her fiance and father locked on either side of her. Drinking champagne from expensive crystal glasses at weddings that weren't hers. After the engagement, Francis seemed less interested in her other than bringing her to events. Josephine figured, he was just busy. Readying himself for their actual marriage. She came home early from class, a smile on her face and food in her hand and walked into the bedroom to see Francis moaning into Josephine's former best friend. Devastated, she pulled out her suitcase, not bothered by the two naked people lying in her bed and packed up. The ring went flying through the air, past Francis' protests that apologizes and landed in the heating vent. She left Boston, flew out to London to settle there.

BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS

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lol, i hate myself so much right now