FRANKLIN, dakota heart

[cass]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

DAKOTA HEART FRANKLIN *

"uh, my story? let's start out with my name first, weirdo. okay, so. i was born dakota heart franklin, but most call me kota, or koti-- fans tend to call me koti heart. not you, not your brother, and not your best friend ever gets to call me dakota. i'm twenty three, and i've seen more shit than you and your mother probably ever will. i was born on may tenth, and i don't tend to celebrate my birthday. i was never big on parties or social gatherings like that. it's just awkward, you know? actually, you probably love shit like that. anyways, i do screaming and all that pig-squealing and crazy shit for whiskey tears freedom. yeah, you didn't expect the person to be doing that to have tits, huh? well think again, douchebag! anyways a lot of people say i look like charity laurus, but let's face it that's bullshit. oh, and interviewer-- stop fucking staring at me like that. yeah i'm bisexual, but i only use girls for sex-- they are too fucking whiny otherwise.

so i know your probably asking yourself 'well, every member of that band has an issue with substances', actually it varies. some were alcoholics, and some were druggies? me? i was a fucking monster. i used to kill, steal, deal, whatever it took to get my fix. i loved the rush, and cocaine brought out my demons even more, by that point i was too fucked to care, i just wanted the adrenaline. i was the fucking queen of the world. i ran a nationwide gang, i was tough as nails-- i thought i was immortal. you know the saying though, the taller you are the harder you fall. my band at the time was big, huge, and they were trying to keep me from going off the deep end.

hindsight, is almost always 20/20. although my vision at that point was that of someone with eye astigmatism; blurry... and completely not knowing which end was up. i didn't end up losing it until i found out my boyfriend at the time had been shot. i loved him... more than i actually realized. it was actually our home show, in los angeles, he was on his way there-- and this gang from the barrio decided to jump him. six on one, he didn't stand a chance. they never actually obtained his body, some said he never died. i didn't know.

you never know what hurt is like, until you lose someone you love. honestly, a bit of me died that day. i mean, i knew loss before. i was twelve though, i didn't comprehend it that fully. i had talked to him an hour before the show, he said he was getting all ready and shit. i was excited, i hadn't seen him in months. yeah.. we argued-- a lot. sometimes it even got violent, but... we always made up at the end of the day, even if at the end of the fight he had a broken jaw and i had a bruised neck. it was worth it. it was dysfunctional-- but it seemed to work for us.

when i found out he passed away, all my rationality-- all my humanity... it died with him. i became a monster, i did even more cocaine than normal, i told the gang to go on riot mode. i became the queen of the fucking world-- if only in the underground world. the police knew my name, but they had no idea about my face. i found the world fucking disgusting, i wanted to destroy mankind, and used my gang as just the tool needed. my own personal army on a revenge binge to eliminate every other gang in the world--- all from my tourbus. it wasn't until my own gang had turned on me, by a close friend. a girl named maine, that i my empire collapsed. which is how i winded up on the streets of new york, scrambling for change.

you maybe wondering what set this all off. it's the reason i became this way, and the reason i changed-- my father. you ever wonder what it's like seeing your father murder your mother? i don't think anyone does. after seeing my dad gut my mom open, he then raped me, and left me unconscious in the bathroom. he put a chair under the doorknob so i couldn't get out. i was locked in there for a fucking week. the police found me, a little twelve year old-- naked on the floor my hands red and raw-- my fingernails practically gone from scratching the door. flash foward eight years, to my new york state. i was propositioned by him for sex-- he got his head bashed into his car, and while he was passed out.. i told the police everything. i came clean, they came.

my father is now on death row.

the police out of sympathy told me to sober up, i was eighteen at the time and it was that or jail. so i took it, where i met my future band-mates. we all just clicked really well. when we decided to keep in touch, i was asked to do all the screaming, and i told them fine. it's nice. now i'm on tour, sober, and i have my ring of support around me always, and i've calmed down with the anger streak. yep. i'm just me, koti heart--- sober, happy, and doing what i love."

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

hiya! i'm cassie, i am in the eastern time zone, i'm eighteen--- no other characters thus far. oh and it's live or die. C:

the noon sun was high in the sky, and casey peacock had been skating since around six in the morning. her one hobby when not writing music, or playing her guitar-- or pranking for that matter. nothing was as mind-clearing as skating. focusing on what trick you were going to pull off, if you were even going to land it for that matter. it was all a risk, and there were real reasons for people not to skate. there were severe injuries that could happen, for instance-- casey's shinbone had cracked in half and went through her skin. currently she had a metal rod in her shin to brace it. did that stop her though? absolutely not, you just had to get on the horse once more. in this case, board.

the red haired girl glanced around, somehow she had ended up near the mall. one of the mainstays of miami, honestly... when she had originally found out she was coming down here, she wondered how she could cope with the heat, now she'd grown accustomed to it. the only thing the girl couldn't really stand was the how the cliques seemed to all navigate towards certain spots. true, space cadets were the loveable jesters of the school-- but, sometimes? eh, casey wasn't big on being fake, and sometimes she just had to fake that smile. it sucked.

green vans pushed the board forward, and the five foot girl weaved through the traffic like it was her second job. all they saw was a blur of green. thanks to the green johnny cupcakes shirt she was wearing. yeah, it was a spoof off of the boston celtics, but hey-- she liked the celtics. that's what she got for being a new england kid, it was practically in her genetics that she was supposed to like the patriots for football, red sox for baseball, and celtics for basketball. ahh well, as she finally arrived at the mall, she took a swig of her dr. pepper before putting it back in her backpack. after swinging the doors open, she set her board down again. weaving through the people, she pulled a 50-50 nosegrind off of one of the benches, going into a revert, then a manual.. of course some cute guys had to distract her and BAM. suddenly she fell over, glancing up she smiled innocently.

"uhh... um... sorry?" yeah. embarrassment to the third power.

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.