Post by Gemma Abrahamson on Feb 21, 2007 1:43:34 GMT
The Evil Master-Mind
We Shout out: Britt
You Live: U.S. Eastern Coast
You have walked the earth: 15
We Can Moan at you: PM
Your other Character's: None Yet
The Pupet On it's last string
Full Name: Gemma Madison Abrahamson
Age/Grade 16/Junior
Birthdate: January 15
Gender: Female
Birth Country: United States
Appearance: Well, I suppose that the time has come to describe dear Gemma, hasn’t it? Where to begin…Ah, yes, with her face. Gem has a very rounded facial structure. Her skin is lightly sprinkled with freckles, especially over the apples of her cheeks and the bridge of her petite nose. She has very full lips that often make it seem as if she is permanently puckering them, but alas, she does not. Her eyebrows are always shaped perfectly and are red to match her hair.
Oh, but I haven’t mentioned her hair yet, have I? Well, one of the many unique things of beautiful young Gemma is her fiery red hair. If she did nothing to it, her scarlet locks would most certainly be a giant poof of red curls, but she does straighten her crimson tresses. Her eyes…her eyes. They are by far also another unique thing that is not found on many redheads or Italians. She has these bright blue-green irises that seem to pierce through your heart and pull you towards her.
As for her bodice, Gemma has always been a petite young lady. She is extremely willowy, with thin arms and not much fat on her bones. She is anorexic and trying to get over it, but has relapsed since trying several times. Being from a rich family, Gemma owns a variety of nice and expensive clothing.
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Personality: Most of the time, Gemma seems 100% fine. Like she never even should have been considered for reform. She’s exceptionally nice to everyone and never judges, but comes off as shy. A couple drops of alcohol or being around close friends easily changes that, and she can become a completely different girl when that happens. She’s very smart, but she doesn’t apply herself anymore. When she left her old school, she was lucky she was passing three classes. She can be funny, but that’s a difficult occurrence to come across anymore.
She may be nice to everyone, but she hates guys that joke about even trying to force a girl to do something. If she hears anything nasty coming from a guy, she lets all hell break loose and her temper gets the best of her. Not many people have ever seen this. Also, around guys she can be strangely quiet and doesn’t really talk.
Goals & Fears:
[To get better, mentally, emotionally, and physically]
[To get out and get home]
[Relapsing]
[Losing her brother]
[People finding out]
[Believe it or not-Food]
History: Gemma Madison Abrahamson was born the “rich girl”. Her family seemed perfect, and practically were. Her mother was a stay at home mom, her father the executive at a major company, and she had a brother just two years older than her. It was perfect. Growing up, she had almost everything a little girl could ever want. She got a horse when she was four, and began modeling in pageants at an even younger age. When she was eight, her brother was the one who noticed the tension between their parents. It was an earthquake waiting to happen.
The start of the worst years of her life began at the age of fourteen. Her parents decided to do a trial separation, and three months later got a full-on divorce. Her dad took her brother, her mom took her. Boy, was that a mistake. Her mother chose to focus on her daughter’s modeling career and so took every chance she got to remind Gemma of her figure. She was never thin enough, never pretty enough, but Gemma didn’t let that bother her. At this point, she’d been dating this wonderful boy named Brett for about a year, and he was the one that kept her self esteem up.
That didn’t last long. Two weeks after her birthday, she got a call around eleven pm to find out he’d gotten into a car crash. She spent the next few weeks just crying into her pillow, angry with God or whoever was up there. She got recommended to see the school counselor, though refused to talk about him, and instead went on with the way she had learned to deal with his death. Drinking and doing drugs. Soon, she started to seem happy again, if not strange. Her mother didn’t question it, so long as her daughter continued modeling and wasn’t crying all the time.
Gemma silently begged for God to take her as well. One boy got ‘smart’ and decided to take advantage of her vulnerability. One night at a party, Gemma got a little too drunk, took a few too many drugs, and made one mistake too many. She went up to a room with him, and that’s where it happened. He raped her and the next day, she said nothing. She told her mom that she wasn’t feeling well and so got out of school. No one knew, and that meant it’d never happened, right? Well, the next day at school, she got a wake up call. The boy had gone around bragging how he’d gotten Gemma into bed with him, and then that got around.
Before she knew it, she was being accused of sleeping with all these other boys she’d never even flirted with. And still, no one knew the truth. She stopped eating when guys stopped looking at her the same way, and her modeling career skyrocketed. Somehow, her brother found out what she’d supposedly done and began to lecture her when he cracked. Then everything really went downhill. Ashton attacked the boy, even with a gun on him. Well, that was mistake number one. He’d never planned on killing him, he just had wanted to scare him. When the police arrived, they didn’t even bother to listen. Her brother was taken off to jail on aggravated assault and attempted murder.
When her mother found out what had happened and what her daughter had been doing to cope, she immediately spoke to the headmistress at the new reform school being built. Now she’s attending the school, hoping just to get out. She knows she doesn’t belong there, but also knows what she’s been doing is wrong. Her modeling career has been swiftly put on hold, and now she’s got a “new start”. No one at the school knows what happened to her, or no student at least.
Parent's: Richard Abrahamson & Renee Abrahamson
Sibling's: Ashton Abrahamson
The Final Legg:
Sample Post:
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Second by second, the class went on with Katariina Tuisku's light blue eyes fixated on the clock. The ticking of the second hand was hypnotic and had captured the young woman. Perhaps it was the girl's longing to be free of the four walls that confined her that made her so captivated with the time, or maybe it was the math teacher's ability to make the subject so profoundly boring that you literally wanted to kill yourself. Kat hadn't come to Weatherfield to learn math, she'd come to sing.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Wait, was the second hand moving backwards now? She blinked, hoping she'd just imagined that. Yes, she had, thank God. She forced herself to tear her eyes from the clock as she heard the teacher bark something along the lines of 'Ms. Tuisku' and 'is there something so fascinating about the clock'. Or, maybe she'd said something else. Oh well, she just forced her eyes upon the elderly professor, trying not to stare at that one mole on the side of the woman's face. It was, after all, rude to stare.
"Well? Are you going to answer me or not?"
Her beady eyes were now practically burning a whole through Kat, who glanced around at the people around her as if she had no clue she was being spoken to. Why she had taken on the role of class clown today, she had no clue, but it was fun. When she noticed all the students' eyes on her, she pointed to herself in mock surprise. "Oh, are you talking to me?"
"Yes, Ms. Tuisku."
"Oh, no, nothing at all wrong with the clock. I was just thinking up a song related to math. You know, something along the lines of:" She paused, trying not to laugh as she quickly thought up some silly lyrics to the song she'd supposedly been thinking up. It was clear that the teacher was not happy, and this would just be the icing on the cake. She made up a funny little tune to go with it too, and when she began singing she sounded one hundred percent serious. "2 plus 2 equals 4, 4 plus 4 equals 8. We all want the bell to ring because math is not at all great."
A couple people burst out laughing before gaining their composure and Kat just folded her arms over her chest in her chair. Not the best rhyming in the world, but what was she supposed to come up with given two seconds notice? The teacher continued to bore a whole into her forehead, for some reason not looking her in the eye. Was there something on her forehead- or anyone else's forehead for that matter- that was so intriguing as to captivate her own attention?
"See me after class."
Ah, there it came. The old 'see me after class' gig. Kat was pretty sure of her options in this situation. One, she would have a very serious conversation concerning her attitude towards math. Two, she would get yelled at until the old hag lost her voice. Three, she'd get a detention along with the yelling. Four, she got a detention without even a word being exchanged. Personally, she was rooting for the second. It was funny to see the teacher yell, because this vein would begin to pulsate over her temple and her eyes would practically pop out of her head.
A moment later, they all had their homework and it was time to work on it. Chatter immediately erupted around the room, but nothing from Kat. She just reluctantly pulled out her textbook and a sheet of crumpled up notebook paper to get to work, until she felt someone tap her shoulder. A quizical look crossed her face before she turned around to see who wanted to speak with her.
The Rule's Word: Accepted x But we are doing year groups year years 1 & 2 I forgot to change that on the app... Well anywho do you have a prefrence?