ROUSSEAU, lena demi

[LENA DEMI ROUSSEAU]

[atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] LENA D. ROUSSEAU TWENTY ONE| HETEROSEXUAL | STUDENT/CLUB DANCER| COLLEGE | KRISTINA BAZAN THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? [staring at the empty seat until it was filled, surrounded my complete silence, the deep blue eyes (no just for the color but the amount of emotion that she shows in her irises as well), fall to the ground, a tactic that has been perfected over the years] "..." [she takes a moment, you begin to wonder if she is making up a lie (as many would suspect) but really she is trying to gather the courage to even voice her namesake] "l-lena" [speaking with no pride, her tone holding an apologetic element that makes you question why she is even sorry, but she is always sorry.] "..yea.." [she adds for good measure, but you sit there and stare at her, turning your head to the side and waiting for her full name, something that gives away a piece of pride or confidence but nothing, she sits in silence and you are forced to stare at your file to see that her last name is french and her middle name is not a common one. with a blink or two, you look back to the timid girl who is looking everywhere but at you.] THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? [moving onto the next question, hoping to coax a little bit more out of the girl, your tone remains sweet while she remains elusive. you question in your mind whether she is genuine or just manipulative, you wonder who this girl really is and while sitting in silence, the girl begins to pick at her skirt which you notice is not tight and is more free flow, not allowing a single dip in her dancer body to be seen. is she a stick? but the thought escapes your mind as she girl speaks, the questionable stutter being there once more.] "...um...i'm a s-s-student..." [which makes you release a sigh because it really does not give much away and in an attempt to coax more out, you name off hobbies such as swimming, hiking, reading which you notice her lips upturn into a smile, you attempt to get more out of her and begin to speak about your favorite author, which makes the blonde a little more comfortable with the talk of an enjoyable activity] "oh...r-russian? i um, h-have not read much of those..." [you notice that the stutter is rather elusive as she speaks of a comforting topic, realizing that the pages of a book are more calming for the girl than her own life, you continue to coax her on] "..i w-w-will have to t-try that o-one. i um..s-stick to the c-classics.."[classics? not straying out of the literary, or the realist norm, you begin to piece together what this girl really is; boring. writing down reading and then drawing a random doodle, you find the silence has surrounded you once more and glace up to the blonde finding her fidgeting once more. the realization of how obedient this girl sets in as you finished speaking about books and she has silenced herself as well but the agitating seems to indicate that she wants to speak more about it, but not before you. the topic seems shut out and you press on for something more meaning, asking about art which results in the same smile but this time, her head is up but her eyes are darting around. naming off different art styles, you find that drawing, music and sculpting give no results and now, you are out of options except dance and you get a single nod from the girl. rising from the desk, you walk around to stand infront of her, wanting to get a better look and you finally notice the wrapping around her ankle but not putting two and two together yet, you press on for the dance topic.] "...oh..i d-d-did...a f-f-few months ago.." [intrigued but not going to push the girl out any further out of her comfort zone, you ask about employment and her major, hoping that the two topics will bring something to the table other than complete awkward silence.] "i'm um..a d-dancer......s-s-sometimes, m-my major is um...[she clears her throat, and you wonder what caused that, why would she need to clear her throat to keep talking?] "m-marine b-biology.." [your eyebrow raises as you wonder how someone with such literary and creative passions took that course of life but you do not question it, instead, you move on while her head drops back down and her eyes stare at your shoes.] INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? "..s-sorry.." [you hear a soft apology and look up to her while sitting back down at your desk, now crossing your legs and curious to what she is apologizing for. you wonder if your thoughts had been out of your mouth instead of rolling around in your head, or if your sighs were too loud but you question the apology and she explains in a humble, soft tone, with a volume that makes you lean into the desk to be able to hear her more clearly.] "i'm..n-not good at this...." [an you wonder if she means in general talk or just opening up, you tell her that it's okay and that you understand--though you really have no idea why she is the way that she is but you find yourself softening up when peering at her mirroring soft features. you try to coax her once more, beginning with the topic of reading and dancing, asking what other passions there are for her and she actually speaks, opening up a little more but her head never rises in pride with her words and again, she seems almost apologetic with her tone.] "oh um...r-rain, w-w-walking in the r-rain is..n-nice.." [and a little morbid, kind of lonely in your head but you don't question it again, afraid that she will shut herself back up again. you ask about clubs, partying, the normal college social life but you get a quick response of a head shake and now you question it. even the most shiest girls that you have met still fall into this small group where parties are okay as long as there is a friend involved but even then, you wonder if she has many of those.] "t-t-too many..p-people.."[so it's obvious that crwods are not her thing, she is not one to be in a concert crowd and suddenly you hear quickened breathing from her. she is imagining it, she can picture a large crowd around her even though there is no one else in the room but you two with an expansive amount of open space. a head tilt is the only response followed by some extreme worry building in your own chest, feeling as she does but it's not anxiety, it's fear that you caused her some kind of distress. it's the kind of fear that grips you when you witness something gruesome and your body is out of the chair and rushing to her side with a glass of water that had been in front of her the whole time, ordering her to drink and she does.] "t-t-thank you..." [and now she speaks a little more since calming down, and becoming aware that you are not going to hurt her] "i um...l-like to w-walk...a-alot or um..p-play basketball sometimes, i um...d-don't do p-photographer..[and you wonder if she has that photographer appearance to her, but she doesn't and you have no idea where those words came from.] "um...i e-enjoy the park a l-lot...or t-t-the beach..." [noting the two spots that that girl could be found but you find no mention of friends, no mention of sex, drugs, drinking. how saint like is this girl? you ask about the sinning that comes with college life but she shakes her head to your questioning and responds timidly] "i'm n-not...a n-normal girl.." [least she acknowledges how strange she is, and then you ask about friends] "...n-n-not g-good at t-t-that either.." [that much was already figured out as she seems to mention all these activities but doing them alone. you ask what she does at the beach or the park, wondering if maybe she is the adventurous type.] "i t-t-think...a-a-about e-everything.." [not adveneterous and not very interesting.] WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? [the question flies out of your mouth and you are filled with silence as her head is rising slowly, seems she is doing that thinking thing. you want to ask her to hurry up, wondering if maybe she is mentally challenged due to her slow response, questioning her mental capacity and you flip through the records of her on your desk, already knowing the academic side of her and finding that she gets nearly straight a's except for her dance class which is odd considering the passion that she has for it, but it must have to do with the ankle. you are thinking too much and not paying attention to the girl who is still saying nothing. you both sit in silence, one staring at the other, trying to catch a glimpse of those blue eyes]

[/i] "...n--no.." [she says but gives no explanation and you want to bash your head onto the desk just to get to her level at this moment. she is so fidgety, wanting to say more but not wanting to push her limit and you realize that's the key. you tell her to do something, and she does it with hardly any hesitation. you press on for information and she is hesitated but eventually her need to please people, including this question begins and you find yourself with a reasonable answer, something that actually begins to explain her] "d-dancing, a-a-art...e-e-even biology is a-a-all...beautiful. it's ...f-f-fascinating and e-e-even majestic i-if you have a p-passion for it...a-a-and i....w-well..." [in a fidgeting fit, she forgets that the the glass is in her hand and ends up having it slip from her fingers, allowing her actions to finish her sentence; she is not graceful. the glass shatters to the ground and you both wince but she looks to be on the brink of tears as she quickly drops to her knees and begins to pick up the larger shards in her hand, not noticing that her fingers are being cut or that she keeps muttering the word "sorry" over and over again. you assure her that she needs to be seated for the interview and in a wobbly balance due to the heel, she approaches the garbage can and drops the collected shards into the garbage, returning to her seat. you joke, asking if she is a maid in truth and she flinches, staring at the ground once more. finding yourself on thin ice, you ask for a little more about who she is.] "...t-t-this is m-me..." [and you notice that this is in fact true. she is not hiding anything, she is actually humble, she is actually gentle and a little emotional, she is quick to submit and seems rather insecure about herself and for the first time in the interview, you really have nothing to say because this is it, this is her.] "i'm...n-nothing miss...or um..m'am, i'm just..t-t-this. i w-w-wish to be m-more though...i w-w-wish to b-be something someday but...[you find yourself reaching out to the timid girl, seeing that she is a little more fragile that the others, that she is a little more gentler, little more calmer than the other shy girls that you have met. a piece of you wants to hug her but you wonder if touching is a good idea with how skittish she seems, her eyes flitting around in an attempt to avoid her gaze as she has given herself away but who she is and feels vulnerable. the biting lip gives that much away and you stare down and your own paper, speaking and finding your own voice to be a little softer than usual, matching her tone but not her volume as you still speak with confidence, nodding to her as she finishes and knowing that with her passion, her own humble nature, that she may get stepped on along the way but she might just make something of herself.][/div]

COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS?

[family, it seems like an easy topic but you find that this actually makes her more tense. so you start easy and begin with a pet, something that is comforting to anyone who is lacking in friends as the furry pets in someone's life can be something like family.] "i h-have a d-d-dog named b-belle. she is um...a b-blue...m-merle c-c-cocker spaniel. m-my...b-b-brother g-gave her t-t-o me.." "m-my brother?...h-he's my...t-twin pillars...i c-c-could not walk t-t-this earth without h-him. h-here? oh..y-yes i um..live w-w-with him, but h-he's never...h-h-home.." [you wonder if the brother has his own secret as everyone in the town does but you are curious more about this girl, she is opening up more about her family and so, you press on once more to learn more about where her chromosomes came from, why she has blonde hair and blue eyes, whose ears does she have and you start with the mother.] "...h-h-her name is e-evelyn, and s-s-she is...d-different.." [different like her daughter or are they the same? the blonde can recognize how different she is, so her mother must be out this world. you voice your concern about the "different" comment and ask if they are close.] "..c-close?...w-w-we were...b-but um.." [you find that are not going to get much more than the drawn out filler, knowing that she was closing back up again, you ask about her father but you receive silence as a response and grumble in your head about how difficult this girl is, and how confusing her family is right now. close to her brother but not to her mother? where is the father? and she seems to really care about this dog, the attachment to the four legged friend obviously steams from her closeness that her and her brother share, so what gives with the parents?]

AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR.

[the word past seems to spring something in the girl and she sways in her seat, you think that she might pass out and you wonder if another glass of water is in order, but in a plastic cup this time. she does not say much for a moment, seeming to be lost in her own world and you leave her to be because it appears to help her think and answer the question. after a few minutes passing by with no words uttered, you direct the conversation and begin for her birthday, though you already know the answer.] "m-may...19th..." [she answered that easy enough, no lie to be had there, and you question her ability to lie as she does not seem to possess that quality but at the same time, you still cannot help but wonder if she is still just a manipulative girl or a complete saint in her own right. the hometown is next] "oh...um...t-tenessee.." [and you are curious as to why you had not picked up the accent before, but figure it's due to the lack of words that actually come from the girl. she is not really a talker and you have no idea how you are able to pick up the southern accent mixed with something else that you cannot quite put your finger on, but it's unique, that's for sure.] ",..b-but um..b-born in england.." [that's the mysterious and rather interesting mix of an accent, southern but english elements there too. how could a girl with such an interesting blend happen to be this boring? you can already feel your eyes starting to drift close as you stop writing due to the fact that the information given can easily be remembered at this point.] "...um...w-we moved to s-states when i w-w-was six. a-and ...it w-was a g-g-good move. d-d-different but i don't...um r-r-remember england that w-well anyway." [there is something in her voice that tells you to push on, ask why the move happened and what her parents do, something that will indicate to why she is so shy and timid, it does not make sense in your head. no abuse seems to be recorded in the non-existent police record, her england days were short and apparently unmemorable so what gives once more?] "...o-oh my m-mom's j-job as a j-journalist h-had us moving. m-my brother, w-who is three years older...um..d-d-did not s-seem to mind. i r-really just...w-wanted to be w-with my family so n-no a-argument here.." [did she ever put up an argument? she seems too soft and timid, but you do not dwell on that and keep pushing her to tell more, starting with dance (since you notice what a big passion it is in her life.)] "i w-w-was n-nine w-w-when i d-d-discovered my h-hidden talent. m-my brother...a-always seemed t-to be s-so...t-talented at everything. h-he had the b-brains, he w-was a b-basketball player and he c-c-could write. i j-just...w-was never that good.." [no resentment can be heard but the correlation of brother's talent and her lack of closeness to her parents makes the wheels in your head turn, the girl is now chewing on your lip and you push her further.] "s-so d-dance w-was my t-thing...i-is my t-thing...it's j-just w-where i can b-be graceful a-a-and beautiful and f-feel o-okay about w-who i am. m-my brother is a-amazing and i l-love him but d-dance was my t-t-thing, something t-t-that was m-me and it w-was until..." [until what!? the suspense kills you but she stops speaking and you want to either push your head into the desk or slam hers into the desk. you write down the information this time, and you push her further, switching gears and moving onto the topic of her family a little more.] "m-my f-f-father um..g-g-got a j-job at the c-c-church and he w-was really g-good at it. p-people j-just...w-were t-too r-religious in t-t-this town and i...and m-my brother, d-dave.." [writing down the brother's name, the first time it's mentioned. but too religious? so the girl was not religious, she was in the sciences so obviously she was on the side of evolution at this point. you push on.] "...w-we were n-not and t-the town...t-tolerated us b-because my f-father and i ...i ..." [rough past obviously, picked on, maybe bullied. you see her moving her hair aside and you have to squint but you finally notice a mark on her neck, a cut in her skin that is meant to be a strange shape. you are curious and this time, it gets the best of you. the girl bites her lip to keep her sob in but she shakes her head, not comfortable with answering the question but after a moment of staring at the cut, she breaks down and finally says.] "t-they...m-my b-brother has o-one too. w-we w-w-ere ...a-ambushed, t-told that o-our d-dad wanted to t-talk to us. it's...m-my fault, i..a-argued the c-case of e-e-evolution in class and m-my...m-mom told m-me not to.." [now it makes sense. the town was a nuts one, a religious one that depended on the existence and the belief of a higher being to exist, thrive and be maintained. due to the girl's inability to believe in such a thing, or at least put down the idea of the greatest miracle in some eyes, her brother and her suffered for it. the cut, now that you think about it, is a mark of an atheist but her squirming and her struggling must have changed the direction of the knife and caused the wonky scar to be made. the girl does like not to be touched because of it, the crowd that surrounded her must be the cause of her fear of being around a lot of people, she does not speak because she is afraid to voice her opinion. you finally understand and yet, you don't understand the stutter and the lack of mention of her family now. this act must have broken them and for now, you are satisfied with the answer as you hand the girl a tissue and allow her to wipe her guilt filled tears on the tissue.]

What about a secret? Everyone has a secret.

[you can guess the secret, or you think you can. you think that the scar is the secret as it is hidden behind a lot of blonde hair meant to make it nothing, the redness of it has faded and if she had not actually pointed it out, you might not have noticed. but you are wrong as her eyes are wide and staring right at you, the first time that you see the deep blue eyes and you know her secret is deeper than that. it's something relating to the scar but it has a whole different meaning to her. finally, you find the silence is driving you nuts and you look down to the empty sheet on paper, sliding it across the desk to her followed by a pen, nodding to her as she stares at it. with neat writng, the girl is shaky with the pen in her hand but eventually writes, "they killed him because of me." and before you can even read it, the pen is scribbled across the writing as past as she can be the paper rips due to the pressure and the speed and you are left with a girl who is now standing, ripping at the smaller pieces of paper before sitting back down, dumping the small shredded papers into the garbage as paper meets glass.

ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK!

[the question is meant to take her mind off the secret, off the scar and away from the past that the girl is obviously running from due to the fact that this is not her hometown, it's rather far from it actually.] "b-ballerina...b-b-but...' [of course there is a but, things are never just what she wants, it's what others want. you want to tell her to follow her dreams but as she demonstrated when she stands, she is not too stable with both grace or her balance. she has knocked things over, and it's obvious that she does not have the true makings of one but it's a nice dream.] "i h-h-hurt myself. a-and...i l-love marine b-biology. i w-want to t-train dolphins and o-orcas. s-show people how b-beautiful t-they are. m-make a d-difference i g-guess.. [it all comes down to the people pleasing side, but also, she wants to be someone other than who she is and that is a larger dream than anything that the girl could imagine. with a departing nod, she walks out of the room in a quick fashion with her shoulders back but her eyes to the ground, not wanting to see what others are saying about her while everyone that she passes by, admires her beauty but questions her sanity, including yourself.]

AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

as you speak, she is leaving. rushing out of the room with the purse that she brought wrapped around her shoulder and the door is not slammed, regardless of her hasy retreat, but light shut and you are stunned by the girl that had just came and went with little to say but a lot to offer.]

BEHIND THE MASK

ERIN| 21| EASTERN| AD ON SITE | T, BF, R, J, CA, G, CH, N, K, E, AND H

while washing the male’s touch from her, the water turning her pale skin into a soft crimson as she made the discoloring worse with the rough material of the loofa that was lathered in three different soaps. she wanted to say that it was working, put on a smile and attempt to erase any hurt, any discoloring on her skin but none of it worked—nothing was making it better. the thought of being unable to find an optimistic view was life shattering for the young girl as that was exactly who she was, for other people. for her own life, things seemed more bleak at this moment as she continued to scrub, making blood appear by scrubbing too hard. sighing softly, she finally exited the shower as red eyed as she had gone in. the tears were still moving down her cheek but the salty taste helped to distinguish them from the water droplets from the scolding shower. opening the door, she let out a grimace, a small hiss escaping her lips as the cool apartment air cooled her hot skin, burning it as it attempted to put out the original fire. strolling into her closet, lena kept the towel tighter around her body, the pressure falling on her chest as she looked at the row of pajamas that she could have. peering down at her exposed legs, the discoloring was even more noticeable with the reddened skin and she shook her head, grabbing a pair of pajama pants that would hide all of it. a tanktop followed by a sweater followed and then she finally let the towel drop around her feet as all of her skin was covered up and she felt far more comfortable. the idea of being exposed, not even to christopher but to her own view as well, would set lena over the edge and she was sure of it. covering it up, it helped to make it less real and therefore, she was able to put on a small smile as she made her way back into the living room.

the small canine greeted her instantly and she winced as a paw found it’s way to a bruise on her leg but lena bent down and stroked the small dog behind the ear, resulting in happiness as the tail wagged faster and the small canine became excited. ”it’s m-more…w-ell it’s l-less than what I owe you b-b-but it’s a start…”

[/i], patting the pillow that she had deposited on the couch for him to use and nodded to him, ”y-you too…s-s-sweet dreams..”[/i], staring at the floor as she departed into her bedroom at a quickened pace, belle quick at her heels. the dog would end up back into the living room by the end of the night as belle was just as protective of lena as christoper was, and enjoyed being close to the door. lena always appreciated the canine’s company but had very little doubt that the small dog was able to take down an intruder, but lena could not refute the safe feeling she got when at home due to the little dog. the door started to close but she left it open a crack for the dog to escape at some point in the upcoming slumber that lena was praying would come easy. pulling her covers back, her head hit the pillow and even though her body was exhausted, she felt sleep was going to be a challenge. the thoughts conflicted with her ability to sleep but eventually, lena’s own body began to relax as she felt the warmth of the blanket that was covering her body and sleep, though restless, came within two minutes of her eyes begin closed.

her dreams were not filled with her attacker, they had no maniacs, no menacing images or anything of the sort albeit, it was torn away from her to the sound of her dog whimpering. the images soon turned dark and lena turned over once before her eyes popped open and she looked to belle whose ears were perked and head was turned to the bedroom door, ”b-belle…shh..”[/i] she whispered trying to comfort the dog as lena could not hear anything that was distressing. pulling the dog into her side, she attempted to curl up with the canine but felt belle fighting the hold and instantly released her, raising an eyebrow that contrasted to her sleepy figure. the yelling that lena heard made her understand what belle was so alert about and the covers were ripped from her body. she had no idea what initated the fight over flight instinct but the voice was recognizable and it awakened something in her—a protective side that she rarely showed. following belle out to the livng room, lena, for some reason, turned her head left and then right to see a thrashing male on her couch. ”c-chris..”[/i] she whispered his name and slowly approached him. he was flailing his arms, and the sheet had fallen from his body but lena had taken no notice to the toned muscles and instead was trying to manevour her way around the waving arms. ”..h-hey..”[/i] she spoke softly and slowly reached to touch his forehead, his heated skin burning her hand. he was boiling and she quickly pulled the rest of the sheet away, blushing as she did so with notice to his body—but that was quickly forgotten as belle let out a bark that caught her attention, ”b-belle…it’s o-okay hon..”[/i] but lena was not sure if it was.

his eyes were closed and yet, he was shouting someone’s name, a nightmare was occurring and lena knew that waking someone from one was a risky, and temperamental procedure. she gave his little body a shake but as he shouted once more, lena’s flight instinct kicked in and she flew back from him to the raised voice. touching was not going to awaken the male and turning her head to look over her shoulder, the faucet was in sight and she slowly rose to her feet, ”…p-p-please d-d-don’t be m-mad at this…”[/i] she whispered into the air, addressing the distressed slumbering male while her feet carried her in the direction of the kitchen. her feet were moving fast, her pace to a trot as she fumbled for a glass in the dark and grabbed the nearest object that her small arms could grab—a bowl. looking to it, she shrugged off the stupidity that she suddenly felt and turned the faucet on, filling the bowl half way before rushing back to him. looking at the water as it rippled with her walk, she bit down on her lip tightly before tipping the contents out to fall across the male’s face. she brought the bowl to her chest, hugging the plastic material closer to her body and tasting blood as she stepped back when his eyes suddenly popped open, looking down at the floor, the plastic bowl dropped out of her hands as she quickly covered her mouth to the gasp that came from it, ”um…”[/i] she said, her hands slowly moving away from her mouth, ”y-y-you…um, w-w-wouldn’t w-wake up….but..”[/i], she shook her head with disappointment in herself, ”…w-were having a nightmare..”[/i]. in the dark, her eyes met his, guilt filling them but at the same time, contentment, to see him awake, alert and to see that he was safe in her house instead of being terrorized in an imaginary world[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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