Post by KATRYNA ROBINSON on Mar 19, 2009 15:11:23 GMT -5
SOMEBODY TOLD ME ,
KATRYNA AURORA ROBINSON
KATRYNA AURORA ROBINSON
hello, my name is ZEE, but here I play KATRYNA AURORA ROBINSON, a NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL, with a few screws loose. But you can just call me KITTY, now that we're acquainted. So you've heard of me? That's right, I'm with the CHRYSANTHEMUMS, so don't forget. I'm here in this lovely hell hole called the Garden's since I have a few problems. What problems? Well, I'm A PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIC AND COMPULSIVE LIAR WITH ANTI-SOCIAL PERSONALITY DISORDER. All in all, I'm just plain crazy. I came from a lovely place called BALTIMORE, I'm sure you've heard of it? Yeah, well, I know I'm cute. People say I look just like KATHRYN PRESCOTT, and I agree. But I only like BOYS&&GIRLS. And no, it's a common misconception, but I wasn't born on friday the thirteenth, with the luck I have. Actually, it was MAY 15th, 1989. Shocking, right? No, not really. Want to here something shocking, well, I HAVE A SON, AND MADE MY PARENTS DIVORCE. Anyways, let's continue.
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this.
Compulsive Liar
It is a guarantee that anytime you have a conversation with Katryna, she'll throw at least one lie in to the mix. It's not that she's discontent with her life to such an extreme that she has to make up things about it, it's just that she enjoys getting away with it. She doesn't see why she should have to be truthful to anyone unless she loves them or something like that. Her lying is linked to the schizophrenia, for it is the voices that come up with the lies or the general plans if it's something big she's going for. It was thought when she was younger that all the lies she told were just for attention, before she was diagnosed.
Pessimist
A lot of the time, Katryna will be negative about everything to try and wind people up, which will in turn amuse her. There is some occasions though when she is being seriously pressimistic. Usually, this will be somehow related to missing Mathieu. She used to be relatively optomistic as a young child, like the majority of little girls are. All of this changed after she became pregnant. Sometimes, other than just being about her son, Katryna will become genuinely pessimistic because she starts to wonder why her and others will mental diseases aren't kill as soon as they are diagnosed.
Curious
Katryna is enthralled by discovering new things and learning about them. She's like a small child in that respect, because if she see's something new it's like a young child the first time they visit a park and are able to take it all in. The difference between Katryna and a small child is that where small children would be intrigued by pretty sights and sounds, she has morbid curiosity. If she knows someone who has cut themselves, she'll ask to look at the scars and consider them a marvel. If she meets someone with a new illness she hasn't encountered, she will ask them questions about it for hours.
Charming
If Katryna wants something that she can't lie for, she will turn on her charm. If she puts an effort into it, Katryna could charm the birds out of the trees. She just knows the right things to say, the right looks to give and those little movements to get the desired effect. She started to practice her charm for the therapy sessions when she was younger, figuring that if she could seem delightful enough then she could get out of it. This never worked for her though, but she did gain a good skill for later years.
Sarcastic
The only form of humor Katryna knows of is sarcasm. She doesn't see the point in making a complete idiot out of herself for someone elses pleasure, and thinks that instead she should mock them for her own pleasure. The only time she will tone this down if she likes someone particularly. Even then, she can't help herself and still says sarcastic things. The majority of sarcastic remarks she makes have earned her the title of pregnant dog from a good few people, but she couldn't give two sh*ts. If anyone remarks about how she's so sarcastic, she uses the age old comeback of 'highest form of intelligence'. No one knows where she got such sarcastic humor from, because her family were never sarcastic as they viewed it as rude.
Loving
This part of Katryna's personality contradicts every other trait she holds. There is nothing she wants more than for someone to love her and accept her for the f**k up she is. This is sourced from the lack of attention and affection she was showed by her family as a child. Most of her negative traits are her subconscious way to keep a barrier between herself and anyone who could hurt her like the love she had a child with. When she's thought about love and the possibility of marriage, her voices have always tried to convince her that she didn't need anyone or anything, but that's all she'd ever want. She will love people in private, staring at them with an affectionate look, writing about them in her notebook, things like that. She always has loves for animals, especially spiders and cats.
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
On a warm spring day back in 1989, Agetha Fisher got the shock of her life. As she stood in the kitchen making a cup of tea she felt cramps take hold of her. After a quick scream of agony, she collapsed from the pains and was rushed to hospital. Three hours later, her second daughter Katryna was born. Neither she nor her husband were best pleased about this. They had considered their family complete after their first child Elizabeth was born, but a drunken fumble after a barbeque had given them a new child. Her birth led on to multipile arguments regarding Agetha's faithfulness to her husband, but then it was noted how her facial structures and eye color resembled her fathers and all arguments were dropped.
Katryna's life was rather uneventful through her early childhood years. She did all the normal child things; learned to speak, walk, ride a bike... She was a delightful child and her parents started to warm to the young child, they even managed to say that they were proud of her once when she drew a pretty duck for the refrigerator door. They thought that the family was going to be rather perfect, and then it came time for Katryna to join school. Everyone had thought the little girl would be in her element around other children, for she seemed rather attention seeking, but she got on like a demonic whirlwind in the classroom. She would constantly get into fights, curse at teachers and smash whatever she could get her little hands on. Agetha and William were shocked by the little girls behaviour, because she had never heard or witnessed fighting or cursing, and yet it was like she was a sailor on shore leave.
From the ages of six to eleven, Katryna went to a therapist every other day and this calmed her down quite a bit. She managed to start doing well on her schoolwork, but her peers isolated her because of her behaviour. A few other children attempted to befriend her, but she would scare them away by staring at them quietly for a few moments, and then saying with wild eyes 'Natas ma I'. She was perfectly happy to be alone and didn't see a need for friends, but of course there's always one teacher at a school that tries to be a do gooder and started to coax Katryna into playing with other children. This was when her talent for lying began. Each day the conversation was somewhat similar. The teacher would ask, "Why don't you go to play dollies with those other little girls?" and without even looking at the teacher Katryna would reply, "Why don't you go ask the headmistress about how she f**ked your husband? Everyone knows about it." Of course, this wasn't true but Katryna replied with that so often - occasionally adding more details - that the teacher couldn't help but become paranoid about the affair. Soon she was fired for storming into the headmistresses office and going off on a tangent.
When she got into high school, Katryna started noticing boys more, and would make an effort not to scare them away if she approached. She lost her virginity when she was fourteen to a boy she thought she was madly in love with. She would always hang around with him and his friends and he seemed to have a little thing for her too. When she found out she was pregnant after their night together though, his feelings changed dramatically. He said she was a very sl*t and slept around, much like her own father claimed when she was born. Heartbroken, Katryna became enraged and started to take it out on everyone else.
It was around this time that her parents started having problems, all caused by Katryna. She hadn't exactly wanted to, but one night, a little voice in her heard started giving her the pros and cons, and reminding her that she wasn't a wanted child so why should she let them be happy. She went downstairs and found her mother sitting on her own at the kitchen table. "Mom, I found womens underwear in dads car. Just letting you know," Katryna told her bluntly, no emotion at all in her voice. Her mother looked up at her in shock, before asking, "Why would your father have that in his car? Stop being silly, Kat..." Katryna rolled her eyes and sighed, "Well obviously you're not putting out enough, so he's going elsewhere. You didn't think his new 'promotion' was real, did you?" Katryna's mother looked shocked, and then went to phone her husband. Katryna went back and forth between her parents, telling each a new series of unfaithful lies each time. The sound of them arguing coming up through the floorboards to her bedroom always made her smile. When she was fifteen, she gave birth to her son Mathieu Andre. This was shortly after her parents got a divorce on very bad terms. She stayed with her mother while her big sister went to live with their father.
After the birth, Katryna began to suffer from postnatal depression. This made the voices she was hearing even worse, and she would go on sprees of drinking, drugs and sex, with each ending with a suicide attempted egged on by the voices that would taunt her. Her mother didn't know what on earth to with her anymore. Katryna's aunt and uncle - unknowing of just how awful she was becoming - offered to take her in for a while. She was made to leave Mathieu with her mother and then moved to a better part of Baltimore to stay with her aunt and uncle. Surprisingly, Katryna got on rather grand at her aunt and uncles house. Well, grand to Katryna's standards. She would still lie, go off for days, and do horrible things by encouragement of the voices she heard.
When Katryna was eighteen, she decided that she'd had enough. She downed a bottle of whiskey, a good amount of xanax, then set about carving pictures into her arms. Her aunt came home early from work that day, and set about her usual evening routine, assuming Katryna was busy upstairs and leaving her alone. It wasn't until she heard 'The Real Sky' by Jeff Cole repeated for the sixth time that she went upstairs and found her. So on came the almost routine rush to the hospital, the stomach pump and the bandages. Two days later, on the car journey home, Katryna had finally made her uncle snap. He ranted at her in the car about how she was just a waste of space and his life would be a lot easier if she would finally do a suicide attempt right. After he finished his rant, she turned and asked him a question, spurred on by the beloved friends in her head. "You do know what Tracy doesn't love you anymore? Maybe you should be the one to kill yourself." Shocked, her uncle said no more and just sat fuming.
Much like whenever she played her parents off against each other, she would drop little comments now and again, pointing things out that her aunt did that showed little love and things like that. A couple months after her hospital trip, Katryna was standing in the attic looking out of the little window in the roof at the rain. Her uncle came up to tell her that she had a phone, and that was whenever she stuck the final nail in. "You've surprised me, Robert." She commented. He raised an eyebrow to her, confused about what exactly she meant. Sitting on a rocking chair she left in the corner, Katryna took the facial expression as a cue to go on. "You've lasted three months knowing that your wife couldn't give two sh*ts anymore. And don't deny it. You've seen the frustration she gives, the looks, snide comments. Many men couldn't face that." She stood up again and walked over closer to her uncle. He scowled and was about to reply but Katryna just talked first. "You know that she's been checking out your best friends. You're still in love with her but she rather die than touch you anymore. She'd be much happier if you just died you know. In fact, the window's right there, we're on the fourth floor. Go for it Robert, she'll be thankful." Finishing her little rant, Katryna went down the stairs and answered the phone. A few minutes into her conversation, she heard her aunt scream and went to go check it out. She smirked as she saw his body lying half in the bushes, half on the ground. "f**k, he actually listened," Katryna commented, slightly surprised. She was congratulated in her head, but her aunt just looked at her in horror and disgust. "You made him do this? You b*tch!"
That was the last straw for her aunt, in a fit of tears she called an ambulance and the police station, informing them of the death and of Katryna's involvement. She was arrested that night while her aunt mourned the loss. At the trial, she was charged with manslaughter. Instead of being send to prison though, the court was told of the voices she would hear and her uncontrollable urge to lie. They decided the best place for her would be a mental hospital and she was sent to The Garden, the best place they thought for her.
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
You had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that I had
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this.
Compulsive Liar
It is a guarantee that anytime you have a conversation with Katryna, she'll throw at least one lie in to the mix. It's not that she's discontent with her life to such an extreme that she has to make up things about it, it's just that she enjoys getting away with it. She doesn't see why she should have to be truthful to anyone unless she loves them or something like that. Her lying is linked to the schizophrenia, for it is the voices that come up with the lies or the general plans if it's something big she's going for. It was thought when she was younger that all the lies she told were just for attention, before she was diagnosed.
Pessimist
A lot of the time, Katryna will be negative about everything to try and wind people up, which will in turn amuse her. There is some occasions though when she is being seriously pressimistic. Usually, this will be somehow related to missing Mathieu. She used to be relatively optomistic as a young child, like the majority of little girls are. All of this changed after she became pregnant. Sometimes, other than just being about her son, Katryna will become genuinely pessimistic because she starts to wonder why her and others will mental diseases aren't kill as soon as they are diagnosed.
Curious
Katryna is enthralled by discovering new things and learning about them. She's like a small child in that respect, because if she see's something new it's like a young child the first time they visit a park and are able to take it all in. The difference between Katryna and a small child is that where small children would be intrigued by pretty sights and sounds, she has morbid curiosity. If she knows someone who has cut themselves, she'll ask to look at the scars and consider them a marvel. If she meets someone with a new illness she hasn't encountered, she will ask them questions about it for hours.
Charming
If Katryna wants something that she can't lie for, she will turn on her charm. If she puts an effort into it, Katryna could charm the birds out of the trees. She just knows the right things to say, the right looks to give and those little movements to get the desired effect. She started to practice her charm for the therapy sessions when she was younger, figuring that if she could seem delightful enough then she could get out of it. This never worked for her though, but she did gain a good skill for later years.
Sarcastic
The only form of humor Katryna knows of is sarcasm. She doesn't see the point in making a complete idiot out of herself for someone elses pleasure, and thinks that instead she should mock them for her own pleasure. The only time she will tone this down if she likes someone particularly. Even then, she can't help herself and still says sarcastic things. The majority of sarcastic remarks she makes have earned her the title of pregnant dog from a good few people, but she couldn't give two sh*ts. If anyone remarks about how she's so sarcastic, she uses the age old comeback of 'highest form of intelligence'. No one knows where she got such sarcastic humor from, because her family were never sarcastic as they viewed it as rude.
Loving
This part of Katryna's personality contradicts every other trait she holds. There is nothing she wants more than for someone to love her and accept her for the f**k up she is. This is sourced from the lack of attention and affection she was showed by her family as a child. Most of her negative traits are her subconscious way to keep a barrier between herself and anyone who could hurt her like the love she had a child with. When she's thought about love and the possibility of marriage, her voices have always tried to convince her that she didn't need anyone or anything, but that's all she'd ever want. She will love people in private, staring at them with an affectionate look, writing about them in her notebook, things like that. She always has loves for animals, especially spiders and cats.
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
On a warm spring day back in 1989, Agetha Fisher got the shock of her life. As she stood in the kitchen making a cup of tea she felt cramps take hold of her. After a quick scream of agony, she collapsed from the pains and was rushed to hospital. Three hours later, her second daughter Katryna was born. Neither she nor her husband were best pleased about this. They had considered their family complete after their first child Elizabeth was born, but a drunken fumble after a barbeque had given them a new child. Her birth led on to multipile arguments regarding Agetha's faithfulness to her husband, but then it was noted how her facial structures and eye color resembled her fathers and all arguments were dropped.
Katryna's life was rather uneventful through her early childhood years. She did all the normal child things; learned to speak, walk, ride a bike... She was a delightful child and her parents started to warm to the young child, they even managed to say that they were proud of her once when she drew a pretty duck for the refrigerator door. They thought that the family was going to be rather perfect, and then it came time for Katryna to join school. Everyone had thought the little girl would be in her element around other children, for she seemed rather attention seeking, but she got on like a demonic whirlwind in the classroom. She would constantly get into fights, curse at teachers and smash whatever she could get her little hands on. Agetha and William were shocked by the little girls behaviour, because she had never heard or witnessed fighting or cursing, and yet it was like she was a sailor on shore leave.
From the ages of six to eleven, Katryna went to a therapist every other day and this calmed her down quite a bit. She managed to start doing well on her schoolwork, but her peers isolated her because of her behaviour. A few other children attempted to befriend her, but she would scare them away by staring at them quietly for a few moments, and then saying with wild eyes 'Natas ma I'. She was perfectly happy to be alone and didn't see a need for friends, but of course there's always one teacher at a school that tries to be a do gooder and started to coax Katryna into playing with other children. This was when her talent for lying began. Each day the conversation was somewhat similar. The teacher would ask, "Why don't you go to play dollies with those other little girls?" and without even looking at the teacher Katryna would reply, "Why don't you go ask the headmistress about how she f**ked your husband? Everyone knows about it." Of course, this wasn't true but Katryna replied with that so often - occasionally adding more details - that the teacher couldn't help but become paranoid about the affair. Soon she was fired for storming into the headmistresses office and going off on a tangent.
When she got into high school, Katryna started noticing boys more, and would make an effort not to scare them away if she approached. She lost her virginity when she was fourteen to a boy she thought she was madly in love with. She would always hang around with him and his friends and he seemed to have a little thing for her too. When she found out she was pregnant after their night together though, his feelings changed dramatically. He said she was a very sl*t and slept around, much like her own father claimed when she was born. Heartbroken, Katryna became enraged and started to take it out on everyone else.
It was around this time that her parents started having problems, all caused by Katryna. She hadn't exactly wanted to, but one night, a little voice in her heard started giving her the pros and cons, and reminding her that she wasn't a wanted child so why should she let them be happy. She went downstairs and found her mother sitting on her own at the kitchen table. "Mom, I found womens underwear in dads car. Just letting you know," Katryna told her bluntly, no emotion at all in her voice. Her mother looked up at her in shock, before asking, "Why would your father have that in his car? Stop being silly, Kat..." Katryna rolled her eyes and sighed, "Well obviously you're not putting out enough, so he's going elsewhere. You didn't think his new 'promotion' was real, did you?" Katryna's mother looked shocked, and then went to phone her husband. Katryna went back and forth between her parents, telling each a new series of unfaithful lies each time. The sound of them arguing coming up through the floorboards to her bedroom always made her smile. When she was fifteen, she gave birth to her son Mathieu Andre. This was shortly after her parents got a divorce on very bad terms. She stayed with her mother while her big sister went to live with their father.
After the birth, Katryna began to suffer from postnatal depression. This made the voices she was hearing even worse, and she would go on sprees of drinking, drugs and sex, with each ending with a suicide attempted egged on by the voices that would taunt her. Her mother didn't know what on earth to with her anymore. Katryna's aunt and uncle - unknowing of just how awful she was becoming - offered to take her in for a while. She was made to leave Mathieu with her mother and then moved to a better part of Baltimore to stay with her aunt and uncle. Surprisingly, Katryna got on rather grand at her aunt and uncles house. Well, grand to Katryna's standards. She would still lie, go off for days, and do horrible things by encouragement of the voices she heard.
When Katryna was eighteen, she decided that she'd had enough. She downed a bottle of whiskey, a good amount of xanax, then set about carving pictures into her arms. Her aunt came home early from work that day, and set about her usual evening routine, assuming Katryna was busy upstairs and leaving her alone. It wasn't until she heard 'The Real Sky' by Jeff Cole repeated for the sixth time that she went upstairs and found her. So on came the almost routine rush to the hospital, the stomach pump and the bandages. Two days later, on the car journey home, Katryna had finally made her uncle snap. He ranted at her in the car about how she was just a waste of space and his life would be a lot easier if she would finally do a suicide attempt right. After he finished his rant, she turned and asked him a question, spurred on by the beloved friends in her head. "You do know what Tracy doesn't love you anymore? Maybe you should be the one to kill yourself." Shocked, her uncle said no more and just sat fuming.
Much like whenever she played her parents off against each other, she would drop little comments now and again, pointing things out that her aunt did that showed little love and things like that. A couple months after her hospital trip, Katryna was standing in the attic looking out of the little window in the roof at the rain. Her uncle came up to tell her that she had a phone, and that was whenever she stuck the final nail in. "You've surprised me, Robert." She commented. He raised an eyebrow to her, confused about what exactly she meant. Sitting on a rocking chair she left in the corner, Katryna took the facial expression as a cue to go on. "You've lasted three months knowing that your wife couldn't give two sh*ts anymore. And don't deny it. You've seen the frustration she gives, the looks, snide comments. Many men couldn't face that." She stood up again and walked over closer to her uncle. He scowled and was about to reply but Katryna just talked first. "You know that she's been checking out your best friends. You're still in love with her but she rather die than touch you anymore. She'd be much happier if you just died you know. In fact, the window's right there, we're on the fourth floor. Go for it Robert, she'll be thankful." Finishing her little rant, Katryna went down the stairs and answered the phone. A few minutes into her conversation, she heard her aunt scream and went to go check it out. She smirked as she saw his body lying half in the bushes, half on the ground. "f**k, he actually listened," Katryna commented, slightly surprised. She was congratulated in her head, but her aunt just looked at her in horror and disgust. "You made him do this? You b*tch!"
That was the last straw for her aunt, in a fit of tears she called an ambulance and the police station, informing them of the death and of Katryna's involvement. She was arrested that night while her aunt mourned the loss. At the trial, she was charged with manslaughter. Instead of being send to prison though, the court was told of the voices she would hear and her uncontrollable urge to lie. They decided the best place for her would be a mental hospital and she was sent to The Garden, the best place they thought for her.
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
You had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that I had
As I've said already, my name is ZEE. I'm a GIRL, and I can totally kick some ass in roleplaying. I mean, I have THREE+ years under my belt, but you didn't think about that, did you? I also play NO ONE ELSE. I'm here because of THE OLD BOARD, and also because I LOVE YUKI. But who doesn't? Below is my roleplay sample, which I'll keep in quotes because I'm a good little patient.Yannick Bizouard liked to think that he was a good drunk. Meaning that in the way that he would be the responsible one, the one who could act sober, the one who always fell into his own bed at night. He never usually slept somewhere other than the school unless priar arrangements had been made and he was staying with a friend or in the skate park, which was becoming more common these days. Today though, he stirred to find himself lying on a cold, hard surface. For a few moments, he wondered had he been doing one of the aforementioned skatepark sleepovers, but he couldn't remember anything about it being mentioned. Rather slowly, but surely, he opened one eye a little to glance around. He couldn't recognise his surroundings. Begrudgingly, he opened the other eye to get a better look. He wished he hadn't though, for Yannick was rather lost to a reason as why he would be sleeping underneath a dusty table, in a horribly dark room, clutching a bottle of tequila to his chest. He lifted his head a little and blinked a couple of times. It quickly became apparent he was in an area of the basement, for the used part of the school didn't look as desolate as the room he was in.
Now that it was established just where he was, Yannick didn't feel so nervous. Although, it then occured to him as why he would feel nervous anyway. He knew the school and most of the people as well as he knew the slopes back in Lillehammer, which was extremely well for having not been back in Norway since he left for Havenbrook. He loosened the grip on the bottle of tequila to his chest and set the bottle upright on the floor. The clinking of glass to ground, although relatively quiet, set off what seemed to be the beginning of a hangover headache. He whined like an injured kitten and rolled over from his side to lie on his back. He didn't realise how numb the right side of his body had been from the floor until this moment, and took a few seconds to slap his cheek to return feeling. He placed on hand on the back of his head for some sort of rest and then used the other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, completely forgetting about the piercing there. Had he not have had the piercing, usually pinching his bridge would have eased the headache quite a bit, but with the bar nestled into his cartilidge it just made things ten times worse. He gave a few colorful curse words in his native language and then sighed. He wasn't enjoying having woken up anymore, and so shut his eyes once more to get a bit more sleep in. Sleep was always the cure to well, everything.
His next course of shut eye was not to be though, for as his eyes closed Yannick could hear soft footsteps approaching. A momentary panic flooded through him. If it was a teacher, especially one of the older ones who actually gave a shit and checked the basements, he was fucked. He tried to expell that thought by reasoning if it were a teacher, he would be more likely to hear a consistant clicking of high heels, which he didn't. His eyes shot open again and he listened to the footsteps, wondering what area of the basement whoever was out there was heading to. The steps got louder until they suddenly stopped.
Yannick yawned and reached for his tequila bottle again, but promptly stopped as he heard the door being opened to the room he was in. Oh Christ... He groaned in his head. Although Yannick was not one to worry about appearances, he knew rightly he looked as shit as he felt, and he didn't want to inflict that sight on anyone. They didn't appear to be leaving though as the light flicked on over heard. He whined and shielded his eyes, completely unprepared for that. He started to sit up but stopped when he heard a girls voice. She seemed to be as surprised as he was than another person was in the room, so he didn't go off on one about the light thing. He got up on his knees and used the table to help himself the rest of the way up straight. "Eh, hello," he smiled, scratching the back of his head. "Just me, Yannick, the colorful drunk..." He greeted, not giving a full introduction in case he already knew the girl but was still too out of it to realise.
