alaska {two} fin

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ALASKA MERLYN

eighteen
hardcore career
nina milner


HONOR HAS NO PLACE IN SURVIVAL

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"Stop!"

Soft hands pull me off of the guy. As I was being dragged from the guy, I observe my work with a sinister smile looming on my face. Blood runs down his chest, scratch marks that dug deep seep out of the wounds. His already bloodied shirt laid discarded beside him. People look at me with the weird looks they always give me. I smile, the blood on my lips falling onto the ground as I get dragged through the corridors of the school. 

I hear the screaming of the guy I attacked, and I let out an amused laugh. Many of the people think I am crazy. Well, I kind of am. Bloodshed makes me happy. Many people would have thought for me to volunteer for the games already, but volunteering is for those who plan on coming out of that arena, alive. Usually, they don't. I see volunteering as a taboo. A taboo for death in the arena. 

I feel myself being dropped, and I let out an oof. I see the principal standing above me. I give him a sweet smile, my teeth gleaming with blood. 

"May I ask why I am in your office?"

He gives me a disgusted look, and I flip him off. The blood on my middle finger trickles down. I bring my tongue to my finger, licking the blood off. The taste of metal enters my mouth. Blood never tasted that good anyway. 

He gives me an even more disgusted look, a look I never thought would be possible to make. His face turns to his usual facial expression that reads, "I hate kids so much, just kill me now"

"Can I leave now, your office smells like sex and whores."

His face then turned to an exasperated look. I smirk, and then wink at him. I saw his face heat up, and something being outlined in his pants. Gross. He is not that hot, and guys aren't my type. I prefer to be the more dominate in a relationship, a so a weak girl is more my type. They are so much easier to dominate. I have never slept with anyone. A virgin as people call it.

"You will stay here to your parents come and get you. And consider yourself suspended."

Oh, really? I might not like men, but I will do anything for what I want, even betraying my feelings. I bring my hand to his thigh, and he groans. I lift my hand to his zipper, and pull. I 

(OOC: I do not write smut, so I will leave the rest up to your imaginations)

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"Consider yourself un-suspended."

I smirk at the principals words. I turn around, my pale skin shining from the sun beaming on it. My back is facing him, and I feel his arms wrap around my waist. His hands trace the scar on my cheek. It was a nasty fight in which I got the scar. It was with a girl a couple weeks after the start of my first year of high school. I fought with her brother earlier that week, and she attacked me. She had a knife, and sliced a deep scar on my cheek. She fueled the ember of my blood lust. My own blood leaked in my mouth, and the ember turned into a forest fire.

I cut my hair, my blonde hair turning into a blonde bob. I had barely any hair left, at first people mistaken me for a guy. They were always surprised when they found out I was female. I started to work out more in the career academy, honing my skills with a blade. I never bothered with whips, bows, knives, spears. The sword was my calling. Its smooth edges, and a piercing look to it that the other weapons didn't have.

I break out of the principal's embrace, his rough hands against my skin reminding me of when my father hits me. I feel my father's hand repeatedly slapping me. The sting of his hands, the brush of his knuckles against my cheek. I suddenly feel the feeling nobody wants to feel, vulnerability. I felt that when I was young, when my father was still my around. Rough hands holding mine bring me back into the office, into reality. The principal grabbed my hand roughly. I pull back from his hand, and swiftly put on my clothes, still stained with the guy's blood.

I smell the blood on the shirt as I put it on. It brings me back to the day when I started to enjoy the feeling of blood running through my hands. It was the first person who I scratched and cut with my fingernails. She was getting on my nerves. I had felt desire to cut into her, and when I snapped, I surely felt happiness seeing her blood drip onto the tiled floor. I enjoyed seeing her fall to the ground, surprise written all over her face.

That was the first day I tasted blood, the first day of the new me.

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Many things don't scare me. I might not seem human at some times, but I always am one. I fear things, I get sad, I get happy, I get mad. I am afraid of a couple things. The biggest one is people not being afraid of me. I don't like it when people do not think of scary monsters and fear when the hear or see me. I feel defenseless without my aura of fear, it's my weakness. 

I might seem a little cowardly for my second fear, but it genuinely scares me. Balloons had always scared me since when I was a child, I was a baby, holding the balloon and it popped. It might seem stupid now, but it scared me as a child. I have always been afraid and cautious of balloons since that days as a child.

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i think she is done, i wouldn't know but ? ? ?

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bump

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Hey Fuzzy! Sorry for the delay <3

Before I can accept this, I'm gonna need you to flesh out a bit more of her background -- Alaska is coming off as a little mary sueish and that's a problem with accepting her. I love love love a bad girl; however, some parts of this bio come across one dimensional. She's sadistic and sexual and badass and that's pretty much it, I need a little more before I can accept.

No worries! I trust you, and if you ever need help developing her feel free to dm me or one of the other tutors <3

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thanks for the quick fixes!

accepted <3