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Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 511
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 511
[EM] 25 - Rain
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:41 pm( "You`re going to catch your death out here, sweetheart!" )
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 545
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 545
[EM] 22 - Truth Shall Set You Free
Dec. 14th, 2006 02:24 pmOkay, can I totally call bullshit on that? Yes. I can. Know why?
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
[locked - visible only to Baileigh]
And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
[/locked]
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
[locked - visible only to Baileigh]
And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
[/locked]
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386
[EM] Kiss my lilly white ass, Myspace!!
Oct. 25th, 2006 08:31 pmOkay, I think this is, singlehandedly? The coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Y’know…outside of my first Ruger .40 caliber with custom grip. But that’s another story, believe me.
Sorry…my name’s Valkyrie Callahan…I know, bloody well sucks to be me, right? Mum was heavy into Norse mythology, go fig. Don’t sweat it, I answer to Kiki just as easy, if not easier. But let’s see, my vital stats…and how to dish ‘em out without making this bitch sound like a freakin’ eHarmony profile…
I’m 23 years old, I’m a Virgo (no, really, I am), I was born in Liverpool, came to the US when I was five…hence the whole Motown sound, UK vocab thing. My accent’s next to nil, but it sometimes flares up when I’m pissed…not often, though. Uhh…Father was a detective with Scotland Yard, then with the Detroit PD when we moved. Mum was a housewife…Ma was a teacher and in with Social Services.
Okay, that reads kinda confusing, I know. See, I’m adopted…Father? Real nice guy…not only was he a dirty cop, but he liked to hit girls. Big *and* small. Killed my mum when I was fourteen. Ma? That’s Felicia Callahan, the woman who adopted me. She was licensed for short term foster care, but there were only three instances where she got kids she couldn’t palm off…least that’s what she used to tell us when she wanted to get a smile. We knew she didn’t mean it.
Ma died about two years ago…big fire. Since then, I been road tripping it with my brothers cross-country. I was enrolled at the Police Academy when she died, but after…I just couldn’t do it anymore, y’know?
[locked from all those who are unaware of the supernatural]
Fact is, some kinda demon killed my ma. Burned her in a big fucking fire. Would’ve killed me, too, if I hadn’t gotten out of the house when I did. Since she died, me and my bros been hunting this thing. It’s hard to track…we still don’t have a real pattern to its movements, or a real way to find the damn thing, but we been learning. We also clean up other messes along the way…ghosts, werewolves, witches, all kinda shit.
Before Ma died, I never realized how much there was to be afraid of in the dark. Kinda funny…when I was growing up? The dark used to be my friend. It was the only place I could hide from Father…from the pain, from Ma when I was still giving her hell…the monsters lived in broad daylight back then.
Now the monsters are everywhere…there’s nowhere left to hide.
And if I didn’t have my brothers here…I don’t know what the hell I’d do.
[/locked]
( OOC )
Sorry…my name’s Valkyrie Callahan…I know, bloody well sucks to be me, right? Mum was heavy into Norse mythology, go fig. Don’t sweat it, I answer to Kiki just as easy, if not easier. But let’s see, my vital stats…and how to dish ‘em out without making this bitch sound like a freakin’ eHarmony profile…
I’m 23 years old, I’m a Virgo (no, really, I am), I was born in Liverpool, came to the US when I was five…hence the whole Motown sound, UK vocab thing. My accent’s next to nil, but it sometimes flares up when I’m pissed…not often, though. Uhh…Father was a detective with Scotland Yard, then with the Detroit PD when we moved. Mum was a housewife…Ma was a teacher and in with Social Services.
Okay, that reads kinda confusing, I know. See, I’m adopted…Father? Real nice guy…not only was he a dirty cop, but he liked to hit girls. Big *and* small. Killed my mum when I was fourteen. Ma? That’s Felicia Callahan, the woman who adopted me. She was licensed for short term foster care, but there were only three instances where she got kids she couldn’t palm off…least that’s what she used to tell us when she wanted to get a smile. We knew she didn’t mean it.
Ma died about two years ago…big fire. Since then, I been road tripping it with my brothers cross-country. I was enrolled at the Police Academy when she died, but after…I just couldn’t do it anymore, y’know?
[locked from all those who are unaware of the supernatural]
Fact is, some kinda demon killed my ma. Burned her in a big fucking fire. Would’ve killed me, too, if I hadn’t gotten out of the house when I did. Since she died, me and my bros been hunting this thing. It’s hard to track…we still don’t have a real pattern to its movements, or a real way to find the damn thing, but we been learning. We also clean up other messes along the way…ghosts, werewolves, witches, all kinda shit.
Before Ma died, I never realized how much there was to be afraid of in the dark. Kinda funny…when I was growing up? The dark used to be my friend. It was the only place I could hide from Father…from the pain, from Ma when I was still giving her hell…the monsters lived in broad daylight back then.
Now the monsters are everywhere…there’s nowhere left to hide.
And if I didn’t have my brothers here…I don’t know what the hell I’d do.
[/locked]
( OOC )
