No Ideas, No Sanity, Just Us :) (Chulance & Yzza)

[chulance]

Name: Kane Brown
Age: 25
Appearance:
Short Bio: Kane was born in the streets of Brooklyn, New York to a poor house hold. His father was abusive towards him blaming him for running his relationship with his mother. When he was around the age of four his father walked out on them, and his mother also began to blame him for losing his father. Always being blamed for everything growing up, and suffering from an abusive house hold he was withdrawn socially, often keeping to himself, and longing for college so he could leave. However by the time he was 15 he was struggling to cope turning into alcohol, and drugs mainly dissociates to escape his problems fitting in with the emo/goth crowd. Upon being caught for illegal drug usage, his mother snapped on him claiming he was the cause of her problems. A Violent confrontation ensued leading to his mother being comatose for months, and him being sent to foster care.

He was forced to deal with his new environment without his precious substances, and the crowd he’d hung with, the only friends he’d ever had. This only served to further deteriorate his mental state as he began to hear voices, and from voices they became imaginary friends. Upon completion of high school he was unable to get into college, and fell deeper into the bowls of insanity. He coped this time by torturing small insects, and animals for entertainment, missing people reports were soon to follow. He got a job delivering pizza, but running into one of his old “Friends” from high school he got offered a position trafficking drugs. Tired of his old life, he was quick to accept following the money.

Idea: "A thought or suggestion as to a possible course of action"

Some say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results? I guess it then depends on what you consider the same, the situations I put myself into are they the same? Constantly pushing myself in situations with violence, abuse, manipulation, and blame, I have my upbringing to blame for this situation. It influences my job choices, my “morality”, my mates, every aspect of my life. If I could say anything to them I’d say Fuck you, enjoy Hell. The only thing that would make me more happier was seeing the demons drag them into pits as the hell fire begins to burn away their souls for all eternity. One day will I be apart of the flames, maybe, shipping large amounts of methamphetamine and cocaine to parents who claim to not even have enough money to buy cereal for their children. I’m not exactly a saint, not that I was ever a religious person.

But there is one thing I believe in, a common belief among all people who've been wronged since they've emerged from the womb..Blood. I love to draw it from people, animals, bugs, whoever, make them suffer, bring them to the level of suffering I've experienced my whole life haha..HAHAHA HAHAHAHAH

Kane awoke the dream was over, another dream about therapy. He wouldn't dream of telling his current therapist about his “issue” considering she was also his new girlfriend. The voices, the friends, the demon, that wasn't first date material, that was time to get the fuck away from this guy material. It mostly certainly isn't, I’m not that mean am I Kane?

The Demon, pure evil, more sinister then any violent thought he’d ever experienced. He’d always been going “Crazy” So to speak, but nothing supernatural had been occurring until a few months ago. Coincidentally around the time when he moved up from shipping cannabis to cocaine and meth, harder drugs? Was this what people referred to as a conscience, he wouldn't know he’d never had much regret for his actions.

Who cares if some people used their life savings and children’s college money for their drug addictions, they were probably going to grow up to be worthless assholes anyway, especially with their background. These dark thoughts filled his mind as he showered, and prepared himself for his day. Delivering pizza, narcotics, and knives to people’s throat. Well there was one good thing, the date with said therapist, plus there weren’t any new blood stains in the bathroom, today was gonna be good.

[Yzza]

Name: Julianna Prince
Age: 25
Appearance:
Bio: Julianna was born in the rural south, going to school with several of her family members and growing close to them all. When Julianna was twelve her father got a job in New York and her family moved to the big city, causing heartache for Julianna. She had never been out of her little town and now she was thrown into a huge city with no friends and little cultural similarities. The one good thing that came out of the move came when it was discovered that she was a bright child and was quickly moved up several grades. Of course even this was a mixed blessing as Julianna soon fell prey to bullies, being a petite younger child with a strange accent and southern sense of niceties. One day as she was being hit by an older boy Kane arrived and beat the kid to a pulp, apparently remembering her help in a math class. Julianna had been amazed at the brutality but couldn’t help but smile as the boy turned to her. New York was brutal and she was just glad he was on her side.

A few years later Kane had disappeared, apparently being taken to a foster home after his mother’s apparent murder. With Kane gone Julianna managed to keep her head down and get into college, getting first a degree in child phycology and then a masters in family therapy. She enjoyed collage, tried some drugs, dated some guys, and even got in some fight. For a girl hoping to make people normal she had seemed to find a taste for the different; getting a few tattos and taking up smoking to her father's dismay. During her master's degree Julianna suddenly lost her taste for family therapy but knew she had to finish else have wasted all that effort. Currently she has a therapist in a small clinic, working out her annoyance at a boxing ring in the bronx and deciding her next move.

[Yzza]

It had been another rough day at work by the time Julianna left. She had several appointments for that day but the peak of it had been a two hour session with a family trying to work out their ‘issues’ which revolved around the fact that the dad was a complete jack ass. Of course she couldn’t just tell the guy as he would really flip out and make things worse, as one does when insulted, so she had spent two hours beating around the proverbial bush in hopes that he would get it but to no avail. What the hell am I doing? Is this it? Is this it? Is my life really boiling down to helping families keep together the mess they have? She needs to hit him; it would sure make me feel better. She sighed as she made her way down the stairs of the building where the office was and walked into the street. It was roughly four and she was heading home. Normally Julian would be heading to her gym in the Bronx to box out her frustration but not today; she had a date. She had been at the gym Wednesday when she had heard a voice she thought was familiar and turned around to find Kane Brown of all people. She had such a crush on him in high school, keeping probably a little too close through the time he was there. He had disappeared so suddenly that she had felt a bit confused and lost after that and here he was suddenly../and she looked a fucking mess in her shorts and sports bra. Apparently she hadn’t looked too bad as he had asked her to get together and she had agreed.

Soon Julianna arrived home to her medium sized apartment furnished with colorful country style furniture she had to search ages for. It was her little southern get away and it always nice to be home and this day was no different as she moved to her bed room and swiftly undressed from her darks suit. She slipped into the shower and washed the clinical smell off her hair and skin before stepping out with naught but a towel about her head. She wasn’t sure what all she and Kane would get into but they were supposed to meet at a bar and grill so she felt somewhat certain she didn’t need to be dressed up. After drying her bright red hair she slipped into tight jeans, vintage Avenger’s t-shirt, and a fitted leather jacket before checking herself in the mirror. A scarf for a touch and she had to admit she looked good. Time to head out.

[chulance]

The day was mhmm average, for a pizza boy that delivered dope as well as dough. It was fun, but he missed the days when he first got involved in the mafia. The ones filled with adventure, encountering coke heads who’d do anything for a little more of their precious powder, being held at gun point by others. Perhaps he was an adrenaline seeker, or maybe it was the voices in his head? The only “Voice” He knew that was different from the others was the demon’s, of course that wasn’t his “own” voice.

However the demon had actually helped him today in pointing out his next potential victim. A social worker, a woman who worked with dealing with teenage drug abuse. Social workers, and political were his favorite targets right after religious figures, and Law Enforcement. The level of hypocrisy among these people should be enough to motivate anyone to kill, at least in his opinion. But for once he had more important matters then his job or murder to attend too, Julianna Prince. Pussy above blood? Are you loosing sight of your priorities? A fictitious demon in his mind was telling him he was loosing track, maybe he should go back to therapy? However now wasn’t the time for worrying about his frame of mind, as he got back to his apartment? After a brief shower, and freshening up he slipped on his clothes. A Hollister shirt, some tight jeans, and a Giants Jersey, it was a bar & grill so why not have the attire match the occasion. Football, beer, and wings, a casual setting for a casual get together granted the Mafia and the demon left him alone this evening.

[Yzza]

Julianna caught a train for a few blocks, ignoring the creeper she ran into every other day looking at her from across the aisle; thank God for IPhones and ear plugs . Once her stop approached she made her way off and up the stairwell where she crossed the street to find the bar and grill to be not too busy…perfect. The place was good but could get loud and she actually wanted to be able to hear Kane speak, of course it would have been a fantastic excuse to ask him if he wanted to go somewhere else with ‘somewhere else’ being her place. She had been crushing on him forever and now that he was about to be here, in front of her, and looking good Julianna was dead set on at least getting a one night stand out of it.
As she made her way inside she found an empty booth off to one side and took it, tossing her jacket and purse beside her before ordering a hard cider to drink. She was a little early as she always was so she had time to sip at her drink and think for a bit. It was odd that she even considered a one night stand, seeing as she had not even given it up to guys she had dated for months before, but there was something about Kane. She of course would be open to a possible relationship it things went well and he was as she remembered him but something about him made her smile, and not in an innocent way. Soon the door opened up and Julianna could see Kane walk through. She waved and stood from her seat, hugging him once he came close. “Its good to see you again. How have you been doing?”