Post by shona on May 11, 2009 21:22:40 GMT -5
ZARINA AMIR KHAN!
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((Long live the car crash hearts!))
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[/color][/center]OOC Name: Shona
Age: 16
Location: Canada
Way of contact: pm, email.
RP experience: ummm….4-5 years
Where did you find us: Nichi told me about it on TR
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((I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me!))
[/color][/center]Full Name: Zarina Amir Khan
Nickname: she doesn’t really have any
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Birthdate: December 31
Clique: Artists. (Loner) [/color]
((It's true romance is dead- I shot it in the chest & in the head!))
[/color][/center]Play by : Amrita Rao
Appearance Description:
Standing up straight, shoulders back and chin up, Zarina measures up at an astounding four feet and eleven inches. It may not seem like much and it really isn’t but it suits her well. Her weight completes her petit stature. She is over all a healthy girl, a bit on the short side, but healthy none the less. This petit girl had small feet that measure two different sizes her right foot is a size six and the left a five, it is odd and causes problems while she shops but it is a fact she deals with. Her small feet lead to slim ankles and shapely legs. Her thighs are muscular yet full, they curve into round hips. She has a flat stomach that emphasizes her tiny waist. She has a shapely chest that fits her figure well and small slim shoulders that eyes are drawn to by prominent collar bones. These bones also draw attention to her slim, toned arms. Her small wrist joins to small round hands. Her fingers are short and her nails are usually kept short as well, for she hates having dirt underneath him.
Zarina has a slim neck that supports her oval face. She has a long slim face that is framed by long, thick, straight, black locks that hang down to the small of her back. She also has long side swept bangs that fall over her eyes and stop near her rounded chin. The eyes that are covered are large brown one that are framed by long dark lashes and arched eyebrows. She has a small nose that is slightly upturned. The right side is also pierced with a small gold stud. Beneath her nose is her lips (a shocker I know!). She has a small mouth with full lips that are a rosy colour.
People often said she was pretty, but lately she’s been hiding herself. Since recent events Zarina has been wearing her hair down and refuses to cut her bangs, in order to hide her face. She also wears a hood over her head that allows her to prevent people from seeing her. These hoods are attached to oversized hoodies that she wears over simple tank tops and dark (preferably black) skinny jeans and black ballet flats.
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((I will never believe in anything again!))
[/color][/center]Likes:
-dancing
-music
-being alone
-oversized sweatshirt
-playing guitar
-songs
-make up
-hiding
-being alone
-singing
-long showers
-long runs
-watching the ocean
-her I pod
-her family
-silence
-sleeping in
-not having friends
-no one knowing her secrets
Dislikes:
-the dark
-nighttime
-walking alone in alleys
-wearing bright colours
-heels
-happy songs
-being the center of attention
-not wearing an oversized hoodies
-geese
-long walks
-not having friends (it’s a blessing and a pain at the same time)
-public speaking
-not having her notebook on her (same goes with pen)
-people touching her hair
-heights
-red meat
Habits:
-wearing oversized hoodies
-twirling her hair around her fingers
-looking at her feet
- biting her bottom lip
-crossing her arms
Quirks/Flaws:
-never tells anyone what she feels
-bottles up her emotions
-is afraid to get close to people
-runs away from problems
-avoids confrontation at all cost
-cannot control her temper
Personality Description:
Zarina is what some may call a wall flower. She thinks/ knows that she is worst then a wall flower. She doesn’t socialize. She is new at this school and doesn’t like to talk to people. She knows tat everyone here is suffering; she just doesn’t need that know why she is. Those secrets are hers; she doesn’t need the spread around the school. She doesn’t need anyone to see the blood that she is hiding in her hands. Hiding is her favorite activity. Or well it is a close second, her favorite is her music. The guitar is her best friend.
Music is how she coped. She wrote out her feelings, belted out her lyrics when she is alone. It seems that when she is alone Zarina is a completely different person. She dances around her room, sings her songs and strums her guitar. She is most at ease then. However recent events traumatize her and she is digging herself a hole and slowly thinking of jumping in it without her ladder.
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((I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me!))
[/color][/center]Father : Amir Irfan Khan ll 47 ll Accountant ll immigrant
Mother : Yasmin Amir Khan ll 43 ll Preschool teacher ll breast cancer survivor, immigrant
Siblings: Roshan Amir Khan ll 19 ll ex-student ll deceased
History:
It was New years eve and The Khan’s were preparing for a small intimate get together for their family and friends. It was early morning and Yasmin was up and at starting to prepare dishes for the night’s celebration when a familiar feeling took over. Her water, it broke. For the next five minutes it seemed as if her husband and herself had forgotten what it was like to be pre-labor. It was a chaotic time, but before she was in too much discomfort her mother-in-law was knocking at her door to take care of her son and her husband was helping her into the car and they were on their way.
Approximately nine hours later, Yasmin gave her final push and a small baby girl came out. Through the tears, she could hear her baby crying, taking her first breaths of life. She was overjoyed she had always wanted a boy and a girl and god had blessed her she had gotten exactly what she wanted.
They named their daughter Zarina after Yasmin’s mother. Zarina grew up happily. She was never a child who was mistreated or abused. She grew up in a loving home filled joys. She had a brother she got along well with and parents who gave her everything she wanted. She was a bit spoiled, but she was a good child, one who worked hard at school and at home. Zarina grew up happily and it didn’t seem that anything could change it until she turned eleven; her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.
It was a long battle but two years later it was won. Her mother was cancer free and life seemed to go back to normal. It followed its normal course for three more years, until they faced evens that changed their life.
Zarina was always close to her older bother. He was very protective of her but loved her dearly, that’s why for his eighteenth birthday Zarina shelled out 5oo dollars for a pair of tickets to his favorite band. She hadn’t expected him to take her, but he decided that he wanted her too accompany her.
On the last day on June she and her brother took a bus (or two) downtown. The grabbed a quick dinner and enjoyed an amazing concert. As her brother was with her, her parents deemed it appropriate for her to come back by public transit late at night. They left the concert hall and realized that they had only ten minutes before they missed the last bus. In desperation her brother convinced her to cut trough a dark alley with him. Behind them they could hear footsteps, but ignored them assuming they belonged to someone else who had left the concert. Ignoring the foot steps they headed deeper in to the alley. Suddenly Zarina felt a tug on her arm. She turned around to find a gun barrel pointed in her eyes and a pair of black eyes.
Panic flooded her brain. Epinephrine was released in her and she was preparing to find a way to flee, when her brother threw himself on top of the man. Zarina watched in horror, she watched as her brother wrestled with her attacker. She was paralyzed. She knew she should do something but couldn’t figure out what to do. She began to hyperventilate and she could feel her vision clouding over. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she knew it was over.
She heard the bang, and knew the trigger had been pulled now all that remained to be seen was who was hurt. She watched in horror as her brother started to fall backwards, she could see the blood pooling. It was surreal, she felt as though she wasn’t alive. Her breath was caught in her throat and she felt tears threatening to overflow, yet she didn’t have time to mourn yet. She didn’t have time to flee either. Before she knew it her body was tumbling.
She hit the pavement with a thud and felt her skull hit the asphalt. She cried out yet knew no one would hear her. She could feel his hands crawling over her body, she tried to protect herself, yet it didn’t work. She could feel him harden and knew what he had on his mind. She needed to get out of here, she needed to protect herself.
Slowly she let herself go limp under his weight; she felt his finger loosen their grip on something and realized he had dropped the gun. Mistake number one: dropping your gun in your victims reach. Mistake number two: falling for your victims act. Zarina slowly uncurled her fist and reached for the gun. She let his hands undo the button of her jeans and pull them down. Her chest heaved up and down in fear, yet she knew he wouldn’t get much further. With incredible speed she pulled the gun up and pointed the cold metal in between his eyes.
She felt her heartbeat quicken and knew that adrenalin was rushing through her. The trigger felt cold under her fingers and she could feel beads of perspiration forming on her chest and face. She almost hesitated when she saw the look of fear in her attacker’ eyes. Closing her eyes she reminded herself that he had killed her brother and pulled the trigger, that moment was the longest of her life.
She felt a warm liquid flow onto her face and realized it was blood. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as her attacker’s body fell atop her small body. She lay there for a moment before she let out her inhalation and pulled herself up from underneath his mass. She kept her hands firmly on the gun, refusing to let go in hear that he would somehow be alive.
It was then she realized the most obvious solution, calling the police. She felt around in her unbuttoned jeans until she pulled out her slim phone, she quickly punched in 9-1-1 and put the phone to her ear. Why hadn’t she done this before? She held the phone between her ear and her shoulder and used her free hand to do up her jeans. She still held the gun in one hand. She quickly spoke to the cops and waited for their arrival.
As she waited she felt her knees buckle. She gave in to gravity and fell to the floor, she sat against a wall sobbing, holding a gun pointed at her attacked as she cried. That was how the police found her.
The deed was done on July 1 1:23 pm Zarina Amir Khan killed someone.
She now was a murderer.
At least she was in her mind.
In her mind she killed her brother, she was stupid. Her stupidity killed him. Her parents were at a loss of what to do. Their daughter didn’t believe them, she thought she killed her brother, she didn’t this wasn’t her fault. They didn’t blame her, they were just grateful that she saved herself; at least they still had her. Finally they had one solution left. A friend told them about Barrington High, a school for those who suffered.
Now here she was for her junior high at a school where she knows no one, and no one knows that she too is a killer. A dirty, filthy murderer.
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((There's a light on in Chicago & I know I should be home!))
[/color][/center]Codewords: ((Thnks)) ((Fr)) ((Th)) ((Mmrs))
RP Sample:
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-- Zarina could have sworn her heart stopped beating the moment those three words left his lips. She took a sharp intake of breath and looked up into his eyes. Her own eyes were swimming with emotions, she was surprised, and she hadn’t expected him to say those words so soon. No one (well other then family and her closest friends) had said those words to her before. It meant the world to her. She felt like those words would complete her. But he wasn’t finished speaking and those seven words shattered her "...and yet that doesn't feel like enough.".
-- Questions were starting to arise in her mind. Her eyes were still locked on his, yet now they were swimming in her eyes. Her lips parted as though she was about to speak, but no words came out. She was confused, completely lost in her sea of questions. Was he saying that he didn’t want to be with her? Was he breaking up with her, before their relationship even got off the ground? If so she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear those words uttered from his mouth. She wasn’t sure if she could take it. She closed her moth and bit on her bottom lip once more. She nodded her head slowly then said “This probably won’t close the gap, but…” she trailed off again, taking a deep breath before she whispered the last three words. The words that moments ago had made he heart swell: “I love you too,” .
-- With those words said she pulled herself to her feet and walked over to the wall that was about two feet away and picked up her guitar case and bag. She hastily placed her notebook and pencil in her bag and gently placed her guitar in the case and snapped it shut. She bit her bottom lip to chase away the tears that were threatening to spill over. She didn’t want him to see her cry. She didn’t want to cry herself. She refused to let herself break down. No, she was going to be strong, even if Ryan didn’t want to be with her. She had grown too attached to him as it. How could she have let herself fall in love with a man she had only met a day ago? It wasn’t logical, it shouldn’t be possible.
-- While these negative thoughts filled her mind a small soft voice pushed it way up. It was yelling at her that maybe, just maybe he didn’t mean it in that way. Zarina was clinging on to that voice. She wanted for it to be true. She really hoped that she was wrong. She wanted this to be real; she wanted this relationship to go somewhere. She took a deep breath and forced a smile onto her face. She stood there facing the wall, her back facing Ryan as she gathered herself up. She was waging an internal war; should she leave or should she stay? She knew she would be able to bare it if he was going to tell her that he didn’t want to be with her, but she also knew that if that wasn’t what he meant and she walked away, she would never be able to forgive herself. Zarina was back to her normal self. Indecisive, over analyzing self. She needed a sign, she needed something that would help her decided. For her smile looked forced and she was close to tears. It wasn’t fair that one man she had met mere hours ago could have this big of an effect on her.
**if you don’t accept originals that fine, I’ll redo an app with a cannon feel free to delete this**
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