Post by Natalia Sheykho on Jan 5, 2007 6:45:52 GMT -5
Name: Natalia Natasha Sheykho
Age: Twenty-one in March.
Height: 160cm
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Sea-green.
Social class: Her family in general is among the rich, but she would consider herself 'normal', as in 'Middle class' (hope that's what you mean by this)
Occupation: She has a few part-time jobs at the Mall, nothing until she graduates with her Vocals Major.
Hometown: Moscow, Russia.
Introduction: It's not so good.. I think =/
No one lives in my world..
No one has tried to break into it.
No use trying, because I live alone.
That is so sucky.
Hopeless. What was the point in even trying? She couldn't come up with a song to save her life. She could hardly hold onto a job that requires minimum IQ. Yeah, sure, she had the brains, but they sure weren't helping her now. Yeah, sure, her family had the money. But ever since she abandoned them to go off to Lindon Isles with her crazy current-ex to 'pursue their dreams as singers', they've stayed their distance. And it would be best if she did too.
I don't answer calls, I take no messages..
My firewall is at its peak, so high it can't be seen.
And there I am, no knowledge of a smile..
So sucky.
The pathetic excuse for a university dorm was where she currently was. From the dinky TV she had managed to buy for the room, she watched the police reports on the subway bombings. It angered her how mean-spirited people in the world were. Everytime she read about them in the papers, she would end up ripping the thing into shreads. Yes, she did have an anger problem. Though, Natalia hated to think of it as a problem. Just as 'the hidden anger unmasked at certain times'. More like at all times.
Negative anger, heartless actions.
I close it all out in my world.
I need a distraction.
Flick. Ew, I need to delete that channel. Flick. I don't feel like buying over-priced silverware. Flick. Celebs? If I should ever get to be one of the famous, I am sooo not ending up like Britney.
Back in High school, people used to refer to her as Britney, just because she was blonde. A lot of Russians were blonde, but she didn't school in Russia. She was in England. Sure, there were blondes. But she mostly resembled Britney Spears. And it definitely didn't help that she could sing. Heck, that was why she even here. In this crumby dorm. Wondering if she had wasted her time here. Scholarship or not.
But there you are, at the other side of my wall
You feel in love with me
And I feel..hatred.
I've been through this scenario
I've gone down this road
I've traveled on this plane before
And its destination was sorrow
You know.. This song isn't /that/ bad, I suppose. Better than my Barney parodies.
She laughed at this thought. Her infamous songs of hatred to Barney she scribbled on the bathroom walls. She couldn't write them on the walls in University, but she passed them along during class occasionally. Natalia liked to make people laugh. She liked to laugh herself. She was that sort of person, and she was happy about that. At least it covered up her bad side.
Yawn yawn. It was almost 2pm. 2pm? Something tells me I should be somewhere.. Oh my god! Natalia scrambled to her feet, rushing to her wardrobe as she managed to kick her jeans off. As she removed her shirt, she heard someone open the door to her room. Shit. He's here.
Although Natalia couldn't see the man, she knew who it was. He was her co-worker. It was certainly fortunate he went to the same University. Though, right now, she kind of wished he didn't.
"So, uh, you still coming to work, right?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling.
"Could you wait outside for a few minutes..?"
"Already ahead of you."
As soon as the door was shut, Natalia slumped onto her bed, with a small sigh. She seemed to have these moments all the time. So much for high walls. Can't even protect me from things like this.
Things like this. The world seemed to live on 'things like this'. Published all over tabloids, some even make CNN. Not helping, Nat. You're supposed to be getting ready for work. Remember?
That was one problem with her.
She could never stay on the same topic.
Natalia seemed to have a lot of problems these days.
Age: Twenty-one in March.
Height: 160cm
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Sea-green.
Social class: Her family in general is among the rich, but she would consider herself 'normal', as in 'Middle class' (hope that's what you mean by this)
Occupation: She has a few part-time jobs at the Mall, nothing until she graduates with her Vocals Major.
Hometown: Moscow, Russia.
Introduction: It's not so good.. I think =/
No one lives in my world..
No one has tried to break into it.
No use trying, because I live alone.
That is so sucky.
Hopeless. What was the point in even trying? She couldn't come up with a song to save her life. She could hardly hold onto a job that requires minimum IQ. Yeah, sure, she had the brains, but they sure weren't helping her now. Yeah, sure, her family had the money. But ever since she abandoned them to go off to Lindon Isles with her crazy current-ex to 'pursue their dreams as singers', they've stayed their distance. And it would be best if she did too.
I don't answer calls, I take no messages..
My firewall is at its peak, so high it can't be seen.
And there I am, no knowledge of a smile..
So sucky.
The pathetic excuse for a university dorm was where she currently was. From the dinky TV she had managed to buy for the room, she watched the police reports on the subway bombings. It angered her how mean-spirited people in the world were. Everytime she read about them in the papers, she would end up ripping the thing into shreads. Yes, she did have an anger problem. Though, Natalia hated to think of it as a problem. Just as 'the hidden anger unmasked at certain times'. More like at all times.
Negative anger, heartless actions.
I close it all out in my world.
I need a distraction.
Flick. Ew, I need to delete that channel. Flick. I don't feel like buying over-priced silverware. Flick. Celebs? If I should ever get to be one of the famous, I am sooo not ending up like Britney.
Back in High school, people used to refer to her as Britney, just because she was blonde. A lot of Russians were blonde, but she didn't school in Russia. She was in England. Sure, there were blondes. But she mostly resembled Britney Spears. And it definitely didn't help that she could sing. Heck, that was why she even here. In this crumby dorm. Wondering if she had wasted her time here. Scholarship or not.
But there you are, at the other side of my wall
You feel in love with me
And I feel..hatred.
I've been through this scenario
I've gone down this road
I've traveled on this plane before
And its destination was sorrow
You know.. This song isn't /that/ bad, I suppose. Better than my Barney parodies.
She laughed at this thought. Her infamous songs of hatred to Barney she scribbled on the bathroom walls. She couldn't write them on the walls in University, but she passed them along during class occasionally. Natalia liked to make people laugh. She liked to laugh herself. She was that sort of person, and she was happy about that. At least it covered up her bad side.
Yawn yawn. It was almost 2pm. 2pm? Something tells me I should be somewhere.. Oh my god! Natalia scrambled to her feet, rushing to her wardrobe as she managed to kick her jeans off. As she removed her shirt, she heard someone open the door to her room. Shit. He's here.
Although Natalia couldn't see the man, she knew who it was. He was her co-worker. It was certainly fortunate he went to the same University. Though, right now, she kind of wished he didn't.
"So, uh, you still coming to work, right?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling.
"Could you wait outside for a few minutes..?"
"Already ahead of you."
As soon as the door was shut, Natalia slumped onto her bed, with a small sigh. She seemed to have these moments all the time. So much for high walls. Can't even protect me from things like this.
Things like this. The world seemed to live on 'things like this'. Published all over tabloids, some even make CNN. Not helping, Nat. You're supposed to be getting ready for work. Remember?
That was one problem with her.
She could never stay on the same topic.
Natalia seemed to have a lot of problems these days.
