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Emma
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Navicula Vespoli :: D4 :: DONE Aug 30, 2013 16:18:47 GMT -5

Post by Emma on Aug 30, 2013 16:18:47 GMT -5

Name: Navicula Vespoli
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

Beach comber with a face

Personality:

angry stoner with no rules

History:

Abandoned and adopted. Living in an old boat with 100000 other people.

Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:

Vespoli Family plot by Semper <3

Last Edit: Sept 2, 2013 21:32:18 GMT -5 by Emma

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Emma
Merchant

[M:-550]

154 POSTS
last seen Sept 19, 2014 21:39:39 GMT -5

At 11:11 I wish for an endless noodle buffet.

Navicula Vespoli :: D4 :: DONE Aug 30, 2013 17:51:17 GMT -5

Post by Emma on Aug 30, 2013 17:51:17 GMT -5

n a v i c u l a ~ v e s p o l i

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Let's get away from who we think we are
And the things we cannot do
Look into the mirror and pretend you're me
And I'll pretend I am you

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I am Navicula Vespoli. I am fifteen years young. I am a girl, I think. I am straight as far as I know. My life is a party. I have no rules. Rules are for the foolish. Rules are for those who don't know how to live. Why would you throw away your life follow what someone else says, when you could be free. “Do what you love and don’t let anyone or anything stop you.” That's what my parents used to say. They're dead you know, my parents. They aren't actually my parents either. They adopted me. They found me on their doorstep. I was nothing but a freezing, naked baby wrapped in half of a burlap sack. I guess I wasn't wanted. I mustn't have been. Mother told me once that my real momma would hit the bottle while She was pregnant with me, so that's why I am always so angry. My mind is never at ease. The only thing that could help is to get high. Very high. My head gets angry if I don't have a smoke. It spins, and screams. Then I scream. That's the only way I can get rid of it before freaking out. If i freak out, I become an animal. My mouth swears without me telling it to, my harms throw punches without permission and my legs run on their own.

I have done it before, freaked out. I have lashed out at my family, when they denied me my cannabis, or my fish, or tried to tell me what to do. They can't tell me what to do, nope. I can whatever I want. I once beat a stranger because she asked me if I was high, and then said she would turn me into the peacekeepers. Then she told me to stop screaming, and I flipped. I got in huge trouble. But my family knows that I can't control it, and that my mind is scarred so I can't stop. When I am high, I like to take walks. It soothes me. My family hates it, because I like to take them for hours on end. I also go naked. I go buck-nude, walking along the beach, and wading into the ocean and running back. I only wear a small side purse, made from some old clothes. It looks sort of like a quilt, sewn together sloppily to make a stained rainbow of fabric. In there I keep some spare, dried cannabis, just in case, some old matches, some dried seaweed (in case I get the munchies, which isn't uncommon in that state of mind.) and some various objects such as fishing hooks and bags of perfumed spices. I carry that bag everywhere.

My family are the only people I see fit to talk to. 16 of us in total. That sure is a lot. We are all similar, with similar beliefs and loves. We live in an old beached boat. No on and off water, no electree, or whatever it's called. We live by the fire, cook our fish on it, and all sleep on one, enormous hammock inside the rotting walls of our boat-home. It has everything we will need, like outside, our garden. We have spices and things in it, with pretty flowers, but nothing more beautiful than our cannabis plant. That ti i our life. We use extensively, and are for it, so that its magical leaves are always ready, and sustainable. Each and every one of my family has used it, and we all love it. Its our life, as I said. We treasure that plant. Some kids take it, and sell it to outsiders, for a bit of change to buy other stuff, like booze. I have always seemed to be addicted to that plant. As I said, it soothes my anger, so when I was younger, my parents would make me smoke it to that I would calm down. If I don't get that stuff on a regular basis, than I go crazy. My patience gets so thin, that something simple like piece of rock in my skirt can cause me to throw my hands in the air and scream, shredding the skirt, or beating someone to a pulp.

My parents started this family with the dream of children who were free to do what they want. We were so devastated when we found out that they were dead. They both over-dosed. We never figured out what drug that was, but it must have been something strong, if they both took it, and both died. Its a little suspicious isn't it? We had a sad funeral thing for them, sending them off to sea together, to sail the world like we knew they would have enjoyed. I sure was sad, they treated me like their own. I like them very much. They felt like my parents. Like mother gave birth to me, instead of finding me outside. that was a pretty bad time my life. My anger grew worse and the only way to get through it was to get so high that it knocked me out, making me totally useless. I don't remember much of that, except that I was so crushed. My mother made me a ring when I was younger. It was made from rusty wire, and a piece of seaglass, the same colour as my eyes. A blue, piercing colour, like salt. I wear it always too, keeping a piece of her close to me.

My eyes are far-set and wide. My dark eyelashes curl up, close into my dark, round eyebrows. They match the colour of my hair, a dark chocolate brown. My hair like to get way some days, and straight others. I don't do anything with it but tuck it behind my ears. It is coarse and naughty from the lifetime of sea-air and lack of soap. I don't really care, nobody here does. I have some things woven into it, like string and beads, in certain, dreadlocky strands. I enjoy them, they make me feel better about everything. My sisters give them to me. My sisters and I are close, all of us. There are a lot, as I said. My brothers are close too, that's what you get when they are the only people I see, and we all sleep together. We also have a couple cousins who live and/or visit us. There are some other kids who were adopted too. But none of us treat anybody different, whether we share blood or not.

My feet are rough from walking without shoes. I sometimes wear leather sandals, but not usually. I find them a hassle too put on, especially if they're just gonna get wet anyways. We fish for a living. We fish all day, with each other, and eat what we need. The rest we sell, using the money for things we would enjoy, or need, like matches or wool. Most of the clothes that hang off my thin body are second-hand, from older siblings, or given to me by someone who feels bad, or pushes them on me, on one of my nude strolls. It's not that hard to clothe me anyways, I don't care. I only wear them when my family makes me. I am taller than the other, about 5 foot 5 inches. I am skinny, from growing up on a fish diet. My skin is leathery and deeply tanned from all the years of never protecting it. my head is long, my chin sculpted nicely into my plump lips. My nose is relatively large, and round. I guess it doesn't stick out too far. I only know how I look from the reflection of the water. I don't look in those "mirror" things.

My whole family has always been oblivious. We grew up on a beach, and never really had any responsibilities. We would do what we want, when we wanted. It's a natural occurrence for us. It makes us terrible in public. We say what we want without second thoughts, and impulsively do anything that pops into our heads. We don't know a lot of regular household object either. Like mattresses, and coat-hangers. To me, at least, they are just silly inventions, nothing necessary for any aspect of life. Simplicity is bliss, and complicated things can make you angry. Nobody is happy when they're angry. Especially not me. It isn't anything new. Around town, my family has a terrible reputation. We are the beach goons, sitting on our butts and gettin' high. I suppose it's not false, but its exaggerated a lot. We fish most the day. When we are done, that's when things get a little groovy. We love to dance around the fire. I dance with me sisters. Its a slow, swaying motion, it goes perfectly with the music we play, with skin drums and the humming, singing tones of the musician.

I am known as a Vespoli. People treat us different. I am the angry, naked Vespoli. The one who you need to be cautious of. People don't like me, since I always seem to be flaming furious, or nude on the beach, strutting around giggling, alone. None of what they say has ever bothered me. Ever. Unless it makes me mad. Then I will be mad then. But I won't dwell on it. I don't hold grudges. Usually. I don't like those hideous, up-tight Capitol people, with their fancy-shamncy bow-ties and violent colours. They need to chill out, and find a muse. Mines cannabis. Mmm, cannabis. Would you care for some? You'll have to come and visit us in our boat. I worn you, it stinks. Its a nice smell though, it smell like fish, cannabis smoke, body-odor and morning breath. Its the smell of home to me. That smell combined with sea mist makes the perfect air-freshener. I think if I ever left home I would miss the smell and the people. My family. That's how we all smell. Baths are rare, and they only ever happen in the sea.

I love to swim too. I usually do it while on my walks. It feel marvelous to swim without the restraints of clothing. Clothes are useless you know. Now I am beginning to repeat myself. Why did you ask me to tell you about myself anyways? This is dumb. I need a smoke or something. I'm hungry... I'm gonna go eat. I'll talk to you later... Bye...

{Vespoli's Family Plot by the lovely Semper}
{Faceclaim :: Amanda Steele}
{Song :: Circle of the Sun -- Serena Ryder}

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And have a little dance around the circle of the sun
Even in the silence
You can listen to the rhythm
Have a little dance around the circle of the sun

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Last Edit: Sept 2, 2013 21:31:42 GMT -5 by Emma

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