DANIELS, victoria ray

[victoria]

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

VICTORIA RAY DANIELS *

What's up, brahh? I'm Victoria, but call me Tori or Vic, kay? Sweet. I'm twenty three, and I run around all day naked to convince people to come back every year. Haha, nahh, I'm kidding. I'm actually the photographer for the tour. It's pretty sweet, seeing as I can get a lot of different shots of things then of what I'm used to, which is grass and shit. I was pretty much born and raised in a hick town in Idaho. I'm not exaggerating, either. I lived on a farm and learned how to drive a tractor before I learned how to drive a car. I guess my parents always had some dream of passing the farm down to me and my two brothers and keeping it running for generations, but that's not going to happen. I ran out of that place the day I turned eighteen.

It's not like I have some tragic past or anything, because I've met plenty of people who moved out after being through hell and back. No, it was just boring. I mean, I lived on a fucking farm. How much do you think there was to do? As a kid, we played with rocks and learned how to farm. In middle school, we hid in the cornfields with someone we liked and kissed them. In high school, we hid in the cornfields and smoked. Yeah, it was nice to be able to hide shit so easily, but when you're doing the same thing every day, with the same exact people, you just want to stop and scream. Honestly, the only time something interesting ever happened was when some crazy rumor got spread or when someone died, and obviously, that isn't fun. I remember when my best friend Kristy was killed, some nasty rumor went around that I had killed her. Seriously, who the fuck does that? It was bad enough as it was. I still miss her to no fucking end, and it's been eight years.

Uhh, you really didn't need to know that. This is supposed to be an introduction. Fuck. It'd be nice if my conversations didn't always get sidetracked. Uhhhhhmmmmm...yeah. I'd say I'm pretty chill. I really don't take anything personally. If people say anything negative about me, I just roll with it. Why stress over what other people think? If I need to confront someone about something, I will, but I'm not one to start screaming or to start that petty drama crap. I just tell people to chill and live their own lives. I don't think it's that hard of a concept. The only thing that's ever gotten to me is when people claim I look like Sierra Kusterbeck, because I have no idea who she even is.

I live. Seriously. I don't hold back or second guess any of my actions. If something seems like fun, I'll go and do it. If someone looks interesting, I'll walk up and start a conversation with them. If I'm curious, I'll ask. I just don't give a fuck. It's gotten me into some trouble, yeah, but I'm not in jail or handicapped or anything, so obviously nothing that bad has happened. I love to party, though. A lot. Yeah, yeah, I drink, smoke, fuck, and sometimes I'll do drugs; it's whatever. I'm the type of girl that'll cause a fucking scene. I'm all for wild and crazy shit, and if people really want to watch, then let them. It's actually kind of fun to see peoples reactions to shit. I think one of the funniest things is to watch peoples faces when I'm with a girl. Literally, funniest fucking thing ever.

Oh, yeah, I dig girls. And guys. Hell, I dig everyone. I'm pansexual. I figure, we're all people, so why limit it to one gender? We're all meant to love everyone equally, right? Yeah, exactly. I'm not really big into that lovey dovey relationship stuff, though. I mean, holding hands can be cute and everything, but when it gets to the point where couples are arguing back and forth about who loves each other more...just, no. Please. No. If I were to ever be with anyone, I'd want it to just be natural. Kind of like the ultimate best friend, but better. Is that even possible? I don't know. To be honest, I've never been in a relationship. I've never had really big feelings for anyone, and if I did, they always just saw me as a friend. I kind of find it easier to have sex then to actually be with someone. It just seems like whenever I like someone, they don't like me back, and whenever someone likes me, I don't like them back, and I would never lie about liking a person. Actually, I don't think I'd ever lie about anything. It's pointless. If you believe something, you believe it, and there's no reason to cover it up.

But yeah. That's sort of me in a nutshell. I guess people are right when they say I'm sort of carefree. Family and friends are the only things I ever really worry about. Well, sometimes my job, too, but generally, I end up taking so many photos, that there's no way for there not to be a good one. So, yeah. I guess that's good.

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'

Hello there sunshine! You can call me Cecilia. I'm sixteen and I live in the eastern time zone. I don't have any other characters on the site, and it's live or die.

As the two reached the right room, Mercy watched as he opened the door, saying, "Ladies first. Like always." She smiled to herself, not knowing what'd she's do if he ever stopped being such a gentleman. It was a part of him that just made Finley...Finley, and she loved it like that. Sitting on the side of the bed, she watched as Fin slammed a photo face down on the desk, and her immediate thought was that it was a picture of him and some other girl. She didn't concentrate on that for long, though. If he did have a girlfriend, she was sure the subject would come up eventually. For now, she knew that she'd have to concentrate on explaining all of her actions to Fin without getting upset with him. She had to have him close, though. This wasn't one of those conversations where she could just lay on his bed and talk while he wandered and did something else in the room. She needed to be able to look at him; see a reaction or something.

Mercy turned herself to face him after he sat in the spot she had been patting, but unlike the hundreds of times before where she used to be able to jump right in a conversation, she wasn't able to. There were so many things that he didn't know, and some of them she wasn't sure if she was ready to tell anyone yet. That was mainly about the shadows though. In a way, they were slowly starting to haunt her, and her feelings towards her affinity and Nyx probably weren't the greatest. Biting her lip, she looked around at his bedspread for a moment, trying to think of a good place to go off of. Luckily, Fin still knew how to read her, and started her off.

"Start at why you lied please.." That sentence is what restarted her confusion. At the same time, two voices went off in her head, and both were saying different things. One, the one that Finley thought he had found again, was her old self, feeling thankful that Finley had given her a good platform to start off of. The other, the person she had recently become, was getting angry of the sort of demanding feature that had shown through his voice. It was like a mini war starting up in her head, and it made her feel like she was going crazy. Luckily, Fin was a major influence on that war, and his next words picked the winner for that particular battle.

"Take your time.. Chose your word wisely.. I won't walk away ever Mercy.." The reassurance of his tone was so familiar and sweet; there was no way the rougher side of her could come out now. That tone reminded her of so many times where she would come to Fin, completely distraught. She'd be trying to hide the emotions, but he was always the one to see through him, and after assuring her he was there, she'd ball her eyes out to him. He was probably the only person that ever saw that side of her, and he was probably the only person that'd be able to pry information out of her. With his hand on her leg, she felt completely comfortable, and slowly started to began revealing the truth.

"I lied because...because..." she bit her lip again, avoiding her eyes for a second. That was not the best way to start it, because honestly, the reason why she lied was because she was scared, but that was something that was hard for her to see now. Instead, she decided to just explain it all. Taking a big gulp, she looked up from the bed to him, asking, "Remember when I first started ninth grade, and I met you at the middle school everyday after school, but then I slowly stopped showing up, saying that I had to much homework to do?" She barely waited for a response before continuing, saying, "That's when the lying started." She wasn't sure if he knew the lying had started all the way back then, but now he would.

Grabbing his hand that had been rubbing circles on her leg, she slowly started to run her fingers across them; a nervous habit of hers. Before she started getting power crazy, Mercedes was always doing something with her hands while nervous. It was one of the first signs she showed. Though it had been almost a year since she had done it, there she was, doing it once again. After catching herself, she stopped, retracting her hands, before quietly whispering, "I wanted to tell you..." knowing how true the statement was. She remembered so many times after the change where she just wanted to blurt it all out to him, but she never brought herself to do it. Idiot... she thought to herself, grabbing a hold of the end of her sweater as she started to play with that.

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