Copying @ducktape with her idea of bringing back old roleplay characters, I really like this idea. and also credit to @semper-eadem for creating the idea!
So the first character I am starting with is Katerina Petrova, or otherwise known as bi-ch princess from Denmark.
Katerina Petrova; 22
Loves: Lying, Dior Perfume, Gossip, Lace Dresses, Big Castles, Having Control, Boy's.
Katerina is very two-faced. She knows what to do, what to say around the queen, king, dukes and duchesses to get her appreciated and loved and boy does she do it well. She knows when to flip her hair, giggle and compliment. Then she knows how much she can drink and party. Everyone knows the truth about Katerina, how she’s a liar and an actress but the royal families refuse to believe it all, sweet little Katerina would never steal your boyfriend? But she would, and she’d lie and gossip about you until your reputation is over. Revenge is sweet, Katerina, especially in France.
Model: Masha Novoselova
Taken by: -naomi™
^ If you remember when my username was that, you get a cyber high-five.
Intro set: http://www.polyvore.com/with_my_body_soul_want/set?id=25808568&lid=1218164 (God, I remember when I used to type like that. It's actually embarrassing. But alas, it was a year ago)
I don't believe @ducktape did this, (however I am not positive) but I felt the need to write a story for Katerina.
So here goes! I think the only person I can tag now that was in this roleplay is @urban-barbie. So she gets a huge cyber high-five! I'm being generous with my cyber high-fives today...
It was all about the façade. I was truly a porcelain doll (I spy my username!), eyes painted on, mouth wired to open with a tug of the string, one wrong move, and I'm shattered. A million pieces, too many to fit together and super glue. However, something remains between the lines. A crack running through me, down the middle, splitting in half. The only secret I have, pushed far back into my mouth, hiding between my molars, and whispering with my gums. It didn't take long though. For me to choke on it, and the liesrumorstruth to come spilling out in a single second. Silence next. Then the cackle of revenge, the crack of the whip. I was done for.
"Rebecca, you know I have something against you too." I whispershouted, glass teeth smashed together to still intact my porcelain shell, the only thing holding together all the evil. She huffed.
"At least my secret isn't as bad as yours." She whispershouted back, twirling her ruby ring around and around and around. It made me dizzy, but I'd never share.
"What are we in? 5th grade?" Scoff.
"I can deal with my secret. But yours? You'll be done for good. Maybe your family will take you back, but everything you know now will be gone." Smug smile. Clenched toes. I gripped my wine glass hard until my knuckles turned a ghostly white.
Then something snapped.
A twig branch. I was teleported to eight years old. No- nine. It was fall. The red leaves were raining down, and each end of my smile touched the clouds. Nothing could touch me. I was invincible.
"Katerina! Dinner!" My mother called. My old one. Not my adoptive one. Her voice was strange, I haven't heard it in forever. But wait, I hadn't seen it then. A man, dressed in black sneaking through the back door. He doesn't notice me, just walks in. Shrieks. I wanted to get up to save her and my father, but my legs were tree trunks, and vines swarmed up my body and held me down. I tried to scream for help, but dirt filled my lungs, and mushrooms popped in my belly.
Two gunshots rang in the air. And then everything came crashing back into focus.
There was Rebecca. On the floor, wine glass strewn aside, red liquid flowing out of it like blood. Everyone's eyes were on me, but I didn't even remember what happened. So I did the only thing I was good at. I ran. My heels didn't help, so I took them off, and threw them against the wall. I ran until I hit the road, rocks jamming into the soles of my feet. I wished I could feel something, but in the recesses of my soul, cobwebs formed. I finally stopped, leaning against a tree, when finally, the tears started to flow. They never stopped. I sobbed, choked, sobbed some more until my eyes hurt, and hit the tree over and over so hard that scratches formed. I didn't know what to do. To go back, to run away, to sit here and wait for death. Everything was jumbled together.
So I sat there, and waited. I didn't know what or who I was waiting for, but I waited. I waited until the owners of the property called the police. I waited until the police picked me up. I waited until my parents came. I waited for them to finish when they half lectured me, half told me they loved me. I waited in the car. I waited for a week and a half huddled in my room. Until I was sick of waiting. So I got up and left. I went to the only place I knew I had to go to.
I knocked on the door. She opened it. A bruise was on her forehead, and a scowl immediately formed.
"Why are you here?" Her teeth bared like a lion.
"Rebecca, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Before I could continue, I broke up into sobs. An almost grown woman like me broken up into little girl pieces. I couldn't stop though. Rebecca let me in, let me sit at her dining table while she got me a glass of tea.
"I'm sorry." I choked, my lip trembling.
"It's okay, the bruises will go away soon."
"Not only for that. But for everything." I gripped the tea glass, chewing on the inside of my left cheek.
"I'm sorry too." She nodded her head, her bottom lip trembling as well. I reached out my hand, and she took it in hers. Squeezing her hand, I did something I hadn't done in forever. I genuinely smiled. And I knew, this was my chance. My chance to start over.
The porcelain doll is shattered now. But I desperately needed it to happen.
(SWEET ENDING! Yay. No one will probably read this, but whatever :) Oh, and Katerina's secret was that she was obviously adopted, and not part of the royal family which people take so much pride in. So yeah.)