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Jul 7 2014, 12:06 PM
A low sigh slipped free of the redhead as she slid from the back of the cab, grabbing her purse out and slamming the car door barely before the damn thing took off speeding and they wondered why she didn't tip the assholes.WHY? Because they were just that ASSHOLES. If she wasn't so fucking tired from such a crap ass day at work she would have walked the few blocks home. Simple fact was though it was a fucking wreck tonight. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. They had countless fights, equal amounts of barfing all over the place. The damn beer dispenser busted and sprayed every fucking where making her soaking wet and like a true alcoholic. Oh and one of the speakers busted and could have caught on fire if they hadn't caught it in time. Oh yeah tonight was great, her tips were horrible to. Far less than normal because it was mostly women around this evening. Sierra was ready to just... get a shower, climb into bed and stay there.

Checking the time on her phone she shifted her purse on her shoulder and climbed the three flights of stairs to her only semi decent apartment, listening to see if asshole was next door but not hearing anything. If he was there was no sound coming from within. Well that would be good. She didn't need to deal with his shit tonight too. Tossing her phone into her purse and grabbing her keys out of her pocket she began to unlock the locks to her apartment with one hand while pushing back strands of beer soaked hair back with the other licking her lips and wrinkling her nose at the disgusting flavor that came from her. The mixture of the beers and the fact that it happened over half an hour ago now wasn't tasty at all. Slipping through the door she hung her purse and keys on the little pegs behind her door after closing it and locking it behind her. Heading deeper into her house only to let out a startled scream and jumping three feet in the air when she happened upon her living room and a very relaxed male figure just lounging on her rather used black leather couch.

Bringing her hand to her sticky wet chest she felt her heart thump against her hand hard and quick threatening to jump free, squeezing her eyes shut she took a deep breath. Then another, and another before letting her eyes open to take in a man whom had not moved from his spot nor really paid much attention to her at all. After all he'd expected her reaction, he knew her reactions. Knew her too well. "What the hell are you doing here!" she said letting out a breath and shaking her head. "Couldn't call, or write, or send a fucking carrier pigeon with some kind of warning notice? " she asked in an annoyed tone. Letting her blue amber flecked eyes wander over the man of her past. One of the many anyways. One of the few that actually mattered. Taking in the crisp clean suit, the perfectly styled hair, the chiseled beautiful features, the haunted eyes that held a dark past. The redhead nearly smirked at the glass of wine in his hand, the bread, fruit and cheese on the table the other glass for herself handy and waiting. It wasn't until she saw her sketch book she glared once more.

"Sure help yourself as always Harlington. Disappear, for years thats fine no word even better, come back and think you own the fucking place. Great plan. " she snorted and took off for her room to change, and grab a quick shower. Needing to get the ick off of her. Stripping free of the clothes that clung to her body she tossed them to the side, sliding into the shower and scrubbing her skin in an angry manner, pissed at the man in the living room for just popping up out of the blue like always thinking he could. Always thinking he could. Its what he did. Tristen Harlington thought he owned her, and everything else wrinkling her nose she finished quickly and just as quickly got dressed before heading back out to join him. Grabbing her scotch from the cabinet before taking a seat across from him. The black tank top clung to her still wet skin and the boy short panties left little to the imagination but he'd seen her in far less. "Where have you been and why are you here now?"
Apr 6 2014, 06:23 PM
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Sierra is, well.... complicated. On the outside she is bitchy, stubborn, spiteful, angry, horny, manipulative, she loves to drink, and adores a good fight. Blood and pain. HOnestly she may be a tad bit crazy, she's built this giant wall around her and doesn't allow anyone in not even her own twin sister most times. On the inside, deep down she's normal and even sweet. Sierra loves to paint its her secret talent no one but her family knows about and even they dont get to see her work, she can sing but she doesn't sing in front of people, she loves to read everythng from classic books to horror to romance, she loves love songs and is crazy about elvis. So ya, all those are secrets she keeps locked inside for someone to eventually find out maybe.
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<b>Friends: </b> Sierra has very few friends. Most people she cant stand and want to bang their heads into a brick wall. But good luck. She needs a few friends. <p>
<b>Enemies</b> alot. <.< Mostly women she doesn't like women much.<p>
<b>Love/Lovers:</b>Love is a fucking fairytale to this girl, she doesn't believe in it. To her its something parents tell their children... "One day you'll fall in love and be... BARF." yeah she's not a love person. Lust on the other hand, Sierra loves sex. One night stands and maybe a few FWB. But only a few. Sierra doesn't like the connections so no worries on cuddling. With this one, its in.... hot as hell and out. No looking back and no need for talking or names half the time.

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<p><span>❝</span> Sierra Jade Peters, was born Maria Elizabeth Richardson to her mother Alyson along side her twin sister Lillian May Richardson on April 16th 1974. Maria was a healthy baby, which was good since her mother didn't know who the father was. Maria's mother was sleeping around with at least eight different men at the time of conception, and instead of going around to each one trying to get a paternity test she just left it at what it was. Maria was a happy baby, though her mother wasn't around much. Maria and Lillian were mainly raised by their older brother Issac, Issac was the son from their moms marriage, the one that had failed six years before Maria and Lillian came along when Issac was only three. Since Issac was still very much a child himself, sometimes things weren't done the right way. Maria and Lillian were never really left alone, Issac played with them and fed them but sometimes they would have dirty diapers all day or they'd get into things they weren't supposed to. Like Maria using her mommy's make up to paint the living room because she thought it was too dull. Maria didn't get in trouble for these things, but Issac did. As the three children grew older, Issac became interested in girls and his friends instead of GI Joes and toy cars, or playing barbies and having tea parties with her sisters . By the time Maria and Lillian were in high school, Isaac had already graduated college and was engaged to be married living in Pennsylvania. While Maria and Lillian were stuck in Iowa with their mom, who tried her best to at least support the twins. Maria didn't have many friends because she was seen as the bitch of the school, but the ones she did have she kept close to her heart. While her sister was the complete opposite almost. Maria dated a few times, though most of the guy bored her and got upset because she was a big tease. Maria would get them all hot and then leave them. Only actually helping a few of those guys relieve the problem. So the boys would come, hoping that Maria would give into their needs. Most leaving still hot and bothered and angry.<p>

When Maria and Lillian were eighteen, they and their older brother Issac who was home for a visit leaving his pregnant wife behind in PA, were walking home one night through the park they were attacked by an animal. The animal attacked her first, when her sister tried to stop it, and it turned on her. Issac flung himself at the beast and was the worse to be attacked, Issac wouldn't have lasted if something else hadn't distracted the beast luring it away from its fresh victims.The siblings were found later that night and rushed the the hospital. Maria and Lillian healed rather quickly, more quickly then the doctors would have thought and was sent home. Isaac took more time to heal, his wounds far more severe. The next full moon came around and Maria woke up in the near a stream covered in blood. Though she didn't know what happened. Maria walked over to the stream and cleaned herself up before sneaking home, though her mother of course wasn't there. Once she had a shower and was dressed, she headed out for work. On the news was reports of animal attacks. The animal had killed three hikers in the woods. A family. A sixteen year old girl, her 40 year old father and her 38 year old mother. Maria felt sorry for the family but went about her work as normal. Another full moon had come around and Maria woke up once again only this time in a field, and this time the body of a farmer lay next to her. The farmer was ripped to shreds and Maria was covered with blood. Horrified she scrambled to her feet running off. Stopping at his home, the door was open, hanging off its hinges. Maria walked inside softly, the sight of the place was out of a horror movie. Blood everywhere. The farmer's wife lay in pieces everywhere. Maria's stomach curled. Leaving the home she snuck to her own home once again. While in the shower she sat on the floor thinking. Both murders happened close to her home. Both murders happened on full moons, both times she was covered in blood the morning after. The animal was her. The whole revelation shocked her and scared her. Maria sat in her shower until it ran cold before she got out and dressed. Calling out of work that morning she watched the news in horror. After her revelation she began to lock herself up, succeeding for the most part only escaping once or twice during the next two years. Maria noticed she wasn't changing either. Not aging or anything. Another full moon had come around and this time Maria escaped again, this time killing a young boy. Sierra was horrified and about six months later moved for the first time in her life, Sierra moved to Florida, and changed her name to Abigal. Though she tried to keep herself locked up, she still escaped from time to time, killing again but she was close enough to the everglades she'd take their bodies the next morning and dump them, leaving them for the alligators. Every year or so she would move, and change her name. This was her life. Trying to keep people safe. Failing at times. Eventually she came to accept it all.
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There was no way to change who she was. Hardening even more then she already had been. While she didn't keep away from people, they kept away from her. They felt as if she was bad news. Maybe she was. Maybe it was safer for them to stay away from her. Now she has a new name and is living in a new place. Maria is now Sierra and is living in New York City, with her twin sister Bailey. Sierra is now 100 years old, but she still looks like her 18 year old self.Maybe life would be different here, not that her life was boring nor did she really care if things changed, who was she kidding deep down inside she longed for a normal life, someone to share it with someday, but Sierra was an animal. There was hope she would find an animal like herself one day. Maybe new york, would be the place she found the other animal. Maybe this was her place. This could be here home. Maybe.

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