tyler, victoria sasha

[victoria sasha tyler]

victoria sasha tyler

^{BEFORE WE TURN OUT THE LIGHTS AND CLOSE OUR EYES I'LL TELL YOU A SECRET I'VE HELD ALL MY LIFE ITS YOU THAT I LIVE FOR, AND FOR YOU I DIE SO I'LL LAY HERE WITH YOU 'TIL THE FINAL GOODBYE}

^{you should know by now that my name is Victoria Sasha Tyler, but please call me Vicky or Vick. i like them much better! although my fake i.d. says differently, i'm really seventeen years old. cool, huh? i guess i could be classified as a resident, but i prefer not to be labeled. i grew up in the beautiful city of toronto, but i certainly like this town much more! want to know how i act? two words can sum me up: flirtatious and hyper. yeah, i'm pretty amazing, aren't i? some say i look just like Mia Wasikowska, though i can't see it! jealous? i know.}

<sup>Victoria was born in January. to carol and timothy tyler. The day that she was born was the funeral for her great-grandfather on her mother’s side. It was right in the middle of the funeral that her mother’s water broke. Victoria was born 5 hours later. Victoria was only nine months old when her younger sister was born. So, her and her sister have always been in the same grade in school and their friends have always confused them for being twins when they actually aren’t. Victoria’s sister was born with a heart condition and was in the hospital a lot as a child therefore Victoria’s parents couldn’t care for her as much as they did for her sister. When Victoria was two her younger brother was born. He was also in the hospital a lot as a child. Victoria was basically raised by her grandparents. Halifax when she was three so she didn’t really grow up in Toronto.

Victoria’s family moved to Halifax because her grandparents lived there and they wanted to make sure they had someone to look after Victoria when they were at the hospital. Victoria didn’t mind being with her grandparents because they spoiled her rotten. Victoria was fifteen when she got her first serious boyfriend, he was eighteen at the time. She didn’t do too great on the whole safe sex thing, and had a pregnancy scare that year. She however lost the baby. Victoria hadn’t even told her parents about it. She had a very strained relationship with her parents and felt ignored her whole life. When Victoria was sixteen she moved out of her house for two months because her family was not very nice to her. Then she moved back in after her parents begged her non-stop for three weeks. She was still quite upset with her parents however, because she felt like they hated her. Victoria is still living with her family now.</sup>

^{now i can establish the basics about me. my name is mollie and i'm currently seventeen years old. i've been roleplaying for five years, but i'm a professional already. you should probably know that i live in the GMT-5 Eastern, in case you need to know when i will be on. if you need to contact me, you can do so on email. be sure to plot with me soon!}

<sup>Lisel stormed down the hallway. She wasn’t happy, not at all. All she knew was that she had to get downstairs asap. Not because she was meeting someone but because if she didn’t she was pretty sure she would hurt herself even worse then she already had. She was doing her prefect duty and she had been yelling at someone for being out past curfew and she’d slamed her hand down on the table and there had been a nail sticking out of the table which jabbed right into her hand. She had lifted her hand up off the nail very painfully. She then looked at her hand wanting to cry her eyes out. She’d ripped part of her robes right off and wrapped it around her hand, so that it wasn’t bleeding. Her father was going to be pissed she knew it. A nail? Sticking out of a table, painful to say the least.

Lisel was descending down the stairs at that moment. She was starting to feel a like light headed. Lisel then stared at her hand for a moment reaching up to touch her head and continued on down the stairs. Lisel looked at the stairs and continued walking down the stairs. She was now crying the tears were already running down her face like it was a waterfall. She wanted to stop walking right there. She then continued along down the stairs. She looked down at her feet and they were starting to get a little fuzzy. Lisel then looked over at the stairs which she was still attempting to get down. She then continued walking down the stairs breathing slowly.

Lisel continued down the stairs and began to think if she didn’t get down the stairs soon she’d faitn. She continued along down the stairs. Lisel glanced down at her feet as she continued down the stairs. She then sat down on the stairs, she was almost at the bottom of the stairs that the hospital wing was on. She leaned against the wall holding her hand as the piece of the robe which was slowly getting covered with blood. Lisel then laid her head down on her lap feeling not only as if she was going to puke but also like she was going to faint. This wasn’t good. She really should have learned to watch were she put her hands down.

Lisel usually didn’t get hurt. But when she got hurt it was usually cuts and she got lightheaded very easily. Especially from cuts. She got a lot of nose bleeds so she figured that was why. She looked around hoping someone would walk by soon and be able to help her get to the hospital wing. Lisel then held her hand close to her body and whipped the tears away from her cheeks. She sighed softly and let the tears roll down her cheeks some more. She knew that crying wasn’t really the solution but she knew it would help. Lisel then looked around. She was quite sore now.</sup>