LAW ENFORCEMENT, dara ingels
posted Feb 8, 2016 23:20:01 GMT -6
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DARA INGELS
DARA INGELS
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YOU FALL THROUGH THE TREES AND YOU PRAY WITH YOUR KNEES ON THE GROUND.
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YOU FALL THROUGH THE TREES AND YOU PRAY WITH YOUR KNEES ON THE GROUND.
[attr="class","rcappleft"]  [attr="class","rcappleftic"][attr="class","fa fa-user"] [attr="class","rcappleftnick"] DOMINO [attr="class","rcappleftstuff"] AGE: twenty-three DATE OF BIRTH: february twentieth HOMETOWN: seattle, washington GENDER: female ZODIAC SIGN: pisces RELATIONSHIP STATUS:[break] single SEXUAL ORIENTATION:[break] pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:[break] demiromantic OCCUPATION:[break] detective, forensic psychologist [attr="class","rcappleftfc"] [b]VOCALOID, ia[/b] as [i]dara ingles[/i] | [attr="class","rcappright"] [PTabbedContent] [PTab= [attr="class","rcappclick"][attr="class","fa fa-paperclip"] ][attr="class","rcapprightb"] [/PTab={background-color:transparent;padding:0px;margin-top:0px;}]
[attr="class","rcappper"] DRIFT YOUR EYES AWAY [attr="class,"rcappper3"] [attr="class,"rcappper4"] a girl, young, youthful. she wears her hair in braids and always has a playful tint in her eye. when that look is not there, when the mask falls apart and her facade wears away, all that one can see is pain. regardless of purpose, something bright, colorful, adorns her body. a reminder that through the black and white of the world, light and love and hope still remains. she resents loneliness, because when she is alone, the darkness finds her. it twists her, molds her, breaks her. abandoned by a father who spat at her and called her names, neglected by a mother who blames her for all wrong in her life, beaten by a lover who used her love against her - darkness always finds her. [PTab= [attr="class","rcappclick"][attr="class","fa fa-file-text"] ][attr="class","rcapprightb"] [/PTab={background-color:transparent;padding:0px;margin-top:0px;}][attr="class","rcappbio"] [attr="class","rcappbio2"] the liar, the thief, and the whoreshe never had a dream to become a detective - she wanted to become a designer, a seamstress. it was her passion to make her own clothing, no matter how 'tacky' it was deemed. what had changed her dream? changed her course of future, changed her desires to become something else? many things, in all honesty - stacked one by one on top of each other, piling and weighing her down.[break][break] the liar. her lover, her friend. the one she spent day after day with, admiring. she was, is, in love with him. he made her happy for a time, made her life worth living, gave her a home away from tragedy, gave her a chance at freedom. only to take it all away. he was a lie, all he did - lies. his love was a mist unattainable by people, fogging up their sights so they may belief it's true.[break][break] he broke her heart, he broke her bones. he broke her spirit and for three long years, she could not heal. she could not move, she could not escape. fear had locked her in place, and no matter how desperate she was, how much she longed for freedom of this eternal hell, she could not find it.[break][break] the thief. her father, he protector. he was never any of those things. she had heard tales, tales of his kindness, his devotion. he loved his wife, he loved his life, he loved all he thought worthy. and then, she was born. and then, he stopped loving. from a young age, she'd be punished, just for existing. spit, bruises, screams - he was a violent drunk. a sexual drunk.[break][break] he stole her chance at purity. at innocence. he stole her happy life, sealing a fate she'd never break free of. she was too young to understand, and when he was done, when he was through with breaking her down, hurting her, filthying her, he left.[break][break] the whore. her mother, his wife. the one person who should have put a stop to it all. but how could she - he was right, after all. their daughter was damned, the ruin of their lives. she blamed her, she blamed her for taking her husband away. he didn't love either of them, and it was punishment enough to watch it happen.[break][break] he preferred his daughter, and she was envious. no mother should be envious of that. no father should prefer his daughter like that. when he left, she was too selfish to realize the damage. she never cared, not really. she left her daughter behind, bullying her until she was old enough to leave. punishment came in all shapes and sizes.[break][break] [PTab= [attr="class","rcappclick"][attr="class","fa fa-pencil"] ][attr="class","rcapprightb"] [/PTab={background-color:transparent;padding:0px;margin-top:0px;}][attr="class","rcapprpname"] PAINT [attr="class","rcapprp"]
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