Post by Marie on Jan 2, 2010 21:33:27 GMT -5
Full Name: Marie Rose Juergens
Newsie name: Just Marie
Name origin: It was my mom's middle name.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Birthplace: New York, born and raised.
Currently Living: A neat little apartment in a small rundown place in Queens
History: Well I was born on the same street I'm living on today in Queens. My mom and dad were great, and my life seemed to go really well. At least that's what I can sort of remember, only if I think really hard about it. I was only four after all. Then, my mother was due to have a baby (this is what my dad tells me) a girl, who was supposed to be my sister. But they died in the process, both of them. My dad has never been the same after that. He tries his best to take care of me but I'm pretty independent on my own now. We never moved away from that apartment, something about Dad not wanting to face the fact that mom actually died. So I go to school and work the hard hours in the factory where I know I'm supposed to be. My journal is the only place where I really spill my guts, my hearts desires, everything. I suppose I try my best, and that's the best anyone can ask for.
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Usually in a simple ponytail or if I've got time a braid. Either way, it's out of my face and out of the way of the machines.
Eye Color: I suppose my mom would have called it hazel, but I just like to stick with brown.
Skin Color: Pale
Height: Around 5'5"
Weight: I'm skinny, but who isn't around here? But I can't really give you a good estimate of that, I don't really own a scale.
Clothing Style: Well I'm not rich or anything, so I suppose plain would be a good description. Simple skirts and simple dresses and simple tops. Rather plain colors too.
Items owned: My journal is probably my best friend. I don't really own that many other things, like I said before I'm not rich or anything. But I suppose the basics. Clothes, a bed, a place to live. The necessities.
Troubles: Well, my mom died when I was around four years old giving birth to what should have been my baby sister. They both died in the process, so I guess that's left a bit of a scar on my life.
Fears: Sometimes I'm afraid that my dad is going to go top himself too, just to go and be with mom. He works and everything, but he barely speaks to me anymore and he drinks a lot. I don't think that he ever really got over her dieing in the first place, and when you lose two people in the same day...well, it's a bit taxing on the soul.
Siblings: None. I wish I had a sister, but she died.
Parents: Just my dad.
Newsie name: Just Marie
Name origin: It was my mom's middle name.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Birthplace: New York, born and raised.
Currently Living: A neat little apartment in a small rundown place in Queens
History: Well I was born on the same street I'm living on today in Queens. My mom and dad were great, and my life seemed to go really well. At least that's what I can sort of remember, only if I think really hard about it. I was only four after all. Then, my mother was due to have a baby (this is what my dad tells me) a girl, who was supposed to be my sister. But they died in the process, both of them. My dad has never been the same after that. He tries his best to take care of me but I'm pretty independent on my own now. We never moved away from that apartment, something about Dad not wanting to face the fact that mom actually died. So I go to school and work the hard hours in the factory where I know I'm supposed to be. My journal is the only place where I really spill my guts, my hearts desires, everything. I suppose I try my best, and that's the best anyone can ask for.
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Usually in a simple ponytail or if I've got time a braid. Either way, it's out of my face and out of the way of the machines.
Eye Color: I suppose my mom would have called it hazel, but I just like to stick with brown.
Skin Color: Pale
Height: Around 5'5"
Weight: I'm skinny, but who isn't around here? But I can't really give you a good estimate of that, I don't really own a scale.
Clothing Style: Well I'm not rich or anything, so I suppose plain would be a good description. Simple skirts and simple dresses and simple tops. Rather plain colors too.
Items owned: My journal is probably my best friend. I don't really own that many other things, like I said before I'm not rich or anything. But I suppose the basics. Clothes, a bed, a place to live. The necessities.
Troubles: Well, my mom died when I was around four years old giving birth to what should have been my baby sister. They both died in the process, so I guess that's left a bit of a scar on my life.
Fears: Sometimes I'm afraid that my dad is going to go top himself too, just to go and be with mom. He works and everything, but he barely speaks to me anymore and he drinks a lot. I don't think that he ever really got over her dieing in the first place, and when you lose two people in the same day...well, it's a bit taxing on the soul.
Siblings: None. I wish I had a sister, but she died.
Parents: Just my dad.
