Post by ODETTE WAYNE on Jan 11, 2012 0:24:37 GMT -5
PHILADELPHIA FREEDOM SHINE ON ME
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
ODETTE WAYNE | NINETEEN | GHOST | RESISTOR | MICHELLE TRACHTENBERG[/center]
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
"Thanks, but no thanks to the coffee. I don't drink it; tastes horrible and tastes it too. You'd think with that file of yours you would already know my name. But I suppose I can refresh your memory. I'm Odette Wayne, but most people call me Owen or well they used once upon a time, and all that. I'm nineteen.. ish... there are a couple years that I don't count towards my age because well no one else does so why should I? If you did count them I guess I would be about twenty-three now."
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
"I was born right here in the city on December 21 in Methodist Hospital down on Broad St. I grew up here until I was twelve and then I spent the next seven years up in a lovely boarding school, please note the sarcasm in that comment. You don't seem the type to catch things like that, no offense. I came back home to go to college, but never quite got that far. I've been back now for about four years or so give or take. It's not the worst thing, I've gotten to watch the twins grow up and my mom's world tumble around her. Pretty good show to watch, when no one even knows you’re around anymore. Sorry, that was a bit cynical. Sure things could be better, I mean it would be great if people could see and acknowledge my still somewhat existence, but I've dealt. Mother dearest refuses to touch my room so I've taken to living there and freaking her out whenever possible. Payback can be a real -"
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
"Way to cut me off man, not cool. But I wouldn't really call my life here a "good experience". This is that city where my mother’s name is on the tongue of all the high roller business men and women who actually read the Inquirer. That’s right my mom is Lilly Wayne, editor of one of the city's most notable newspapers. My dad is Bruce Wayne, no he’s not Batman in disguise, funny joke there thought, but he does work for the government on some of the most top secret stuff there is. I was a beautiful baby girl, and all the nurses in the hospital loved me. For a month my mother stayed home taking of her precious little bundle of joy, me. Then on January 21, the paper took a turn for the worse and my mother had to go back to work immediately. She took up longer hours than she had ever had, and my dad wasn’t home enough to take care of me, so my mom did what any other woman of her status would and got me a nanny.
You really don't hear things about nannies and such in Philadelphia, but let me tell you there are the few families that call in their help. I mean not everyone can be a New York social elite, sheash. But anyway, for the first seven or so years of my life I loved my Nanny. She took me out to play every day and even played with me when no other kids were around which actually happened a lot seeing as we lived in a penthouse in the Ritz. When I started elementary school though all the girls would talk about their mother’s so affectionately, but I barely knew mine to contribute to any of their conversations. My relationship with my father wasn’t much better. I spent every weekend with him since I was born. Some days I even got lucky enough to go with him to work and have my own adventures in his office. The boys in my class were fascinated with my stories of the things I found and saw there, and needless to say I became a tomboy for some time back then.
Eventually, my Nanny told my mother about how I was not playing well with the girls even as I was entering into middle school. Needless to say this did not please my mother and she decided it would be best if I went to an all girl boarding school in the suburbs of New England to try and fix my "personality problems" as she called them. I hated my mom for doing this to me, pulling me away from dad and my little trouble making twins siblings that I loved so much. My father argued long and hard with my mother to try and have her rethink her decision, but it was set in stone. On August 9, I left for my new life in Boston.
Boarding school wasn’t too bad. I mean there were plenty of rules, but you learn to find your way around them really fast. Needless to say I was a trouble maker, and the Mistresses who watched us despised me. I was a bad influence on the other girls, but rebellion got me attention and attention is all I ever really wanted. I stayed at boarding right through to High School graduation. Even with all my trouble making ways, I finished within the top fifteen girls of my class. After that I was slotted to return home for school at the University of Penn. Sinister and smart a deadly combo to be honest. Of course I didn't make it home safe and sound like planned. My plane crashed due to some kind of technical problems that I honestly didn't worry too much about. I always told myself I never wanted to grow up, guess I got my wish dying at nineteen, huh?
I followed my body, well what was found of it at least, back home. I don't know how I ended up a ghost, but I knew I wasn't ready to leave the world yet when i still had so many things I hadn't experienced, so I wasn't going to question any of it. Like I said I spend a bit of my time at home in my old room, but a lot of time I wander the city too. I guess my "experience" here has gotten better now that I have basically free range of the city. I spend a decent amount of time hanging out by the river behind the art museum. I play silly pranks on people taking pictures at the Rocky Statue and splash water on people sitting too close to the LOVE park fountain. That took quite a while to perfect, but is by far one of my better tricks; get's them every time. You should try it some.... Oh wait, never mind"
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
"Fears? Psh, I have no fears, I'll already dead... Okay, okay maybe I have one or two really big fears. First I am terrified to move on now that I know I'm dead but still have been living my life sort of, if that makes sense. Second, I can't stand to watch the twins grow up anymore. They are nineteen now, and I just can't watch them as they get older and eventually die. I'm actually staying away from home right now. I haven't really decided on an actual place to stay yet, but I'm working on it. I swear this better be an in confidence thing because if one word of this gets out I will find you and make your life a living hell man."
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
"I'd really like to see the world, is that even possible for a ghost? I mean I guess since I traveled back here. Whatever. Maybe find some people that I can relate to, even if they can't see me. I hate all this wandering around nonsense. A boy would be nice too. They always seem to be having all the fun; I guess I never really did kick that tomboy quirk, sad story mom you failed. But I am a girl and flirting was once one of my favorite past times. But yeah attention would be nice, of any kind really."
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
"Well if I now exist, I don't see why other such things couldn't exist. I've over heard some pretty nifty offices and such talking about things like these creatures and rules they have to follow and such, but it’s a bunch of bullshit if you ask me, the rules and all, not the creatures, people, whatever the politically correct term for them is. But I'm one of them too, but as you probably know by now I don't follow or like rules. Really they should just let them live and let live. I'm sure they aren't dumb and could take care of themselves. I mean I've been just fine haven't I?"
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
"Well you see, depending on who you're talking to I could be the best person in the world, or the worst. Granted I have quite a few flaws, but if a person looks deep enough and gets to know me well enough they will finally see my true colors which really aren't that bad at all. Also, I’m not one to walk around miserable and depressed, I accept what has happened to me and I am dealing with it better than anyone would probably expect. I look and act like your typical girl, well as typical as a dead girl can get, most of the time and people only see my bad side come out when things take a turn for the worse and I’m having a bad day.
My humor oozes sarcasm. It isn't as bad of a trait as some people interpret it to be, it has its funny moments, more than its hurtful ones. For me sarcasm is how I express how I feel about things without ever really having to let anyone get to close to me. Some people see me as stuck up and cold because of it, but it really is just a coping mechanism because, who would ever really care about a ghost? I’m also always one to tell it exactly as I see it. In my mind honesty is key even if it hurts a little. Of course I generally knows when too far is too far, and can stop myself, but sometimes the word just come out like word vomit and then I have to quick talk my way out of a sticky situation.
Because of how I was raised, I can easily become jealous of someone. Be it over things they possess that I want or even if I feel like someone is stepping on my toe between her and a good friend, I will easily become jealous. I like being the best of the best and when I can’t be it just about tears me apart inside. I’m very competitive and don't take losing to anyone very well. All of these things lead to me losing her cool often, but what can I say I’m just a hot head. I have a very short temper and will go off on people if they overstep boundaries that I set that they may not even be aware of. Now-a-days though I have acquired some control over it, but there are my slips. And they are not pretty at all. People at the receiving end of my anger aren't the luckiest people ever considering how harsh I can be during my fits of rage.
If someone can get past those traits, they'll be in for a treat. I’m really a very caring girl and value my friends above my own family, you know I would I had some friends. I am curious about the world around me and strive to know at least something about everything. I like knowing how things work, and what makes them work. Once I figure that out it's always put to use somehow. Many of my friends used to come to me for advice and such, now I am still working on building up that base with not too much luck. Knowledge is power in my mind and the more I get the better off I hopes this life will be.
When it comes to boys though, I am in my element. I constantly find myself getting along better with them than with girls, which is probably due to my tomboyness as a child, guess mom’s goal on making me kick that habit never really works now did it? As I have grown older I began flirting with them as well and see this as a form of entertainment, but also an easy way to get the attention that I crave so much. I know where to tread in these waters thankfully and would never sacrifice a friendship to flirt aimlessly with a boy, if I could even find a boy now.”
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
"Well gee thanks mister. It was my pleasure to waste some of my endless amounts of time with you. We'll have to do this again sometime. Please again note my sarcasm here. I never wanna see your ugly face again man. Ta Ta, buh-bye, see you later alligator, and all that good shit. I'm out of here."
NAME
i'm elly. nice to meet you.
CONTACT INFO
pms work fine for me but if you wanna you can email me at deardiwithlove@gmail.com
EXPERIENCE
i'd say i've been at this for six years on and off give or take
ADDITIONAL INFO
i'm a philly native, born and raised, but only get my dose of it on holidays now since i'm up in boston for college so this is a lovely source for me to get my daily dose of the city of brotherly love. plus i love the idea of the supernatural in any way shape or form, so this site just plucked my heartstrings. i couldn't resist.
SAMPLE POST
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
THE LESS I SAY THE MORE MY WORK GETS DONE
ODETTE WAYNE | NINETEEN | GHOST | RESISTOR | MICHELLE TRACHTENBERG[/center]
you enter a dimly lit room where a shadowed figure sits across from you with a thick file in hand. The figure’s face is indistinguishable. a hot cup of coffee made just the way you like is waiting on the table. the figure beckons for you to sit. you do. finally the figure across from you speaks.
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
"Thanks, but no thanks to the coffee. I don't drink it; tastes horrible and tastes it too. You'd think with that file of yours you would already know my name. But I suppose I can refresh your memory. I'm Odette Wayne, but most people call me Owen or well they used once upon a time, and all that. I'm nineteen.. ish... there are a couple years that I don't count towards my age because well no one else does so why should I? If you did count them I guess I would be about twenty-three now."
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
"I was born right here in the city on December 21 in Methodist Hospital down on Broad St. I grew up here until I was twelve and then I spent the next seven years up in a lovely boarding school, please note the sarcasm in that comment. You don't seem the type to catch things like that, no offense. I came back home to go to college, but never quite got that far. I've been back now for about four years or so give or take. It's not the worst thing, I've gotten to watch the twins grow up and my mom's world tumble around her. Pretty good show to watch, when no one even knows you’re around anymore. Sorry, that was a bit cynical. Sure things could be better, I mean it would be great if people could see and acknowledge my still somewhat existence, but I've dealt. Mother dearest refuses to touch my room so I've taken to living there and freaking her out whenever possible. Payback can be a real -"
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
"Way to cut me off man, not cool. But I wouldn't really call my life here a "good experience". This is that city where my mother’s name is on the tongue of all the high roller business men and women who actually read the Inquirer. That’s right my mom is Lilly Wayne, editor of one of the city's most notable newspapers. My dad is Bruce Wayne, no he’s not Batman in disguise, funny joke there thought, but he does work for the government on some of the most top secret stuff there is. I was a beautiful baby girl, and all the nurses in the hospital loved me. For a month my mother stayed home taking of her precious little bundle of joy, me. Then on January 21, the paper took a turn for the worse and my mother had to go back to work immediately. She took up longer hours than she had ever had, and my dad wasn’t home enough to take care of me, so my mom did what any other woman of her status would and got me a nanny.
You really don't hear things about nannies and such in Philadelphia, but let me tell you there are the few families that call in their help. I mean not everyone can be a New York social elite, sheash. But anyway, for the first seven or so years of my life I loved my Nanny. She took me out to play every day and even played with me when no other kids were around which actually happened a lot seeing as we lived in a penthouse in the Ritz. When I started elementary school though all the girls would talk about their mother’s so affectionately, but I barely knew mine to contribute to any of their conversations. My relationship with my father wasn’t much better. I spent every weekend with him since I was born. Some days I even got lucky enough to go with him to work and have my own adventures in his office. The boys in my class were fascinated with my stories of the things I found and saw there, and needless to say I became a tomboy for some time back then.
Eventually, my Nanny told my mother about how I was not playing well with the girls even as I was entering into middle school. Needless to say this did not please my mother and she decided it would be best if I went to an all girl boarding school in the suburbs of New England to try and fix my "personality problems" as she called them. I hated my mom for doing this to me, pulling me away from dad and my little trouble making twins siblings that I loved so much. My father argued long and hard with my mother to try and have her rethink her decision, but it was set in stone. On August 9, I left for my new life in Boston.
Boarding school wasn’t too bad. I mean there were plenty of rules, but you learn to find your way around them really fast. Needless to say I was a trouble maker, and the Mistresses who watched us despised me. I was a bad influence on the other girls, but rebellion got me attention and attention is all I ever really wanted. I stayed at boarding right through to High School graduation. Even with all my trouble making ways, I finished within the top fifteen girls of my class. After that I was slotted to return home for school at the University of Penn. Sinister and smart a deadly combo to be honest. Of course I didn't make it home safe and sound like planned. My plane crashed due to some kind of technical problems that I honestly didn't worry too much about. I always told myself I never wanted to grow up, guess I got my wish dying at nineteen, huh?
I followed my body, well what was found of it at least, back home. I don't know how I ended up a ghost, but I knew I wasn't ready to leave the world yet when i still had so many things I hadn't experienced, so I wasn't going to question any of it. Like I said I spend a bit of my time at home in my old room, but a lot of time I wander the city too. I guess my "experience" here has gotten better now that I have basically free range of the city. I spend a decent amount of time hanging out by the river behind the art museum. I play silly pranks on people taking pictures at the Rocky Statue and splash water on people sitting too close to the LOVE park fountain. That took quite a while to perfect, but is by far one of my better tricks; get's them every time. You should try it some.... Oh wait, never mind"
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
"Fears? Psh, I have no fears, I'll already dead... Okay, okay maybe I have one or two really big fears. First I am terrified to move on now that I know I'm dead but still have been living my life sort of, if that makes sense. Second, I can't stand to watch the twins grow up anymore. They are nineteen now, and I just can't watch them as they get older and eventually die. I'm actually staying away from home right now. I haven't really decided on an actual place to stay yet, but I'm working on it. I swear this better be an in confidence thing because if one word of this gets out I will find you and make your life a living hell man."
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
"I'd really like to see the world, is that even possible for a ghost? I mean I guess since I traveled back here. Whatever. Maybe find some people that I can relate to, even if they can't see me. I hate all this wandering around nonsense. A boy would be nice too. They always seem to be having all the fun; I guess I never really did kick that tomboy quirk, sad story mom you failed. But I am a girl and flirting was once one of my favorite past times. But yeah attention would be nice, of any kind really."
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
"Well if I now exist, I don't see why other such things couldn't exist. I've over heard some pretty nifty offices and such talking about things like these creatures and rules they have to follow and such, but it’s a bunch of bullshit if you ask me, the rules and all, not the creatures, people, whatever the politically correct term for them is. But I'm one of them too, but as you probably know by now I don't follow or like rules. Really they should just let them live and let live. I'm sure they aren't dumb and could take care of themselves. I mean I've been just fine haven't I?"
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
"Well you see, depending on who you're talking to I could be the best person in the world, or the worst. Granted I have quite a few flaws, but if a person looks deep enough and gets to know me well enough they will finally see my true colors which really aren't that bad at all. Also, I’m not one to walk around miserable and depressed, I accept what has happened to me and I am dealing with it better than anyone would probably expect. I look and act like your typical girl, well as typical as a dead girl can get, most of the time and people only see my bad side come out when things take a turn for the worse and I’m having a bad day.
My humor oozes sarcasm. It isn't as bad of a trait as some people interpret it to be, it has its funny moments, more than its hurtful ones. For me sarcasm is how I express how I feel about things without ever really having to let anyone get to close to me. Some people see me as stuck up and cold because of it, but it really is just a coping mechanism because, who would ever really care about a ghost? I’m also always one to tell it exactly as I see it. In my mind honesty is key even if it hurts a little. Of course I generally knows when too far is too far, and can stop myself, but sometimes the word just come out like word vomit and then I have to quick talk my way out of a sticky situation.
Because of how I was raised, I can easily become jealous of someone. Be it over things they possess that I want or even if I feel like someone is stepping on my toe between her and a good friend, I will easily become jealous. I like being the best of the best and when I can’t be it just about tears me apart inside. I’m very competitive and don't take losing to anyone very well. All of these things lead to me losing her cool often, but what can I say I’m just a hot head. I have a very short temper and will go off on people if they overstep boundaries that I set that they may not even be aware of. Now-a-days though I have acquired some control over it, but there are my slips. And they are not pretty at all. People at the receiving end of my anger aren't the luckiest people ever considering how harsh I can be during my fits of rage.
If someone can get past those traits, they'll be in for a treat. I’m really a very caring girl and value my friends above my own family, you know I would I had some friends. I am curious about the world around me and strive to know at least something about everything. I like knowing how things work, and what makes them work. Once I figure that out it's always put to use somehow. Many of my friends used to come to me for advice and such, now I am still working on building up that base with not too much luck. Knowledge is power in my mind and the more I get the better off I hopes this life will be.
When it comes to boys though, I am in my element. I constantly find myself getting along better with them than with girls, which is probably due to my tomboyness as a child, guess mom’s goal on making me kick that habit never really works now did it? As I have grown older I began flirting with them as well and see this as a form of entertainment, but also an easy way to get the attention that I crave so much. I know where to tread in these waters thankfully and would never sacrifice a friendship to flirt aimlessly with a boy, if I could even find a boy now.”
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
"Well gee thanks mister. It was my pleasure to waste some of my endless amounts of time with you. We'll have to do this again sometime. Please again note my sarcasm here. I never wanna see your ugly face again man. Ta Ta, buh-bye, see you later alligator, and all that good shit. I'm out of here."
FREEDOM SUBMISSION PLAYER PAGE
NAME
i'm elly. nice to meet you.
CONTACT INFO
pms work fine for me but if you wanna you can email me at deardiwithlove@gmail.com
EXPERIENCE
i'd say i've been at this for six years on and off give or take
ADDITIONAL INFO
i'm a philly native, born and raised, but only get my dose of it on holidays now since i'm up in boston for college so this is a lovely source for me to get my daily dose of the city of brotherly love. plus i love the idea of the supernatural in any way shape or form, so this site just plucked my heartstrings. i couldn't resist.
SAMPLE POST
Following people in the woods was not an easy task, especially when they we’re walking on the actual path. Julie was having such a hard time keeping up with this guy. She had to worry about every single step she took. There were fallen branches and tree roots, it was a total mess. It also didn’t help that this person was taller than her and could take longer strides. She thought about just giving up and turning back around and going home, but by now she really wasn’t sure of which way was home. Jule was putting so much of her concentration into following this guy she hadn’t paid any attention to where she was actually going. ’Great, getting back home will prove to be interesting,’ she thought to herself sarcastically.
Looking down at her feet, Juliet watched every step she took only occasionally looking over to see if she was still following and keeping up with the mystery boy. This continued on for a while. Walk. Walk. Avoid root. Walk. Glance at boy. Walk. Walk. Stumble over something. Walk. Glance at – empty space. Julie was now confused beyond belief. Stepping around the tree she look intensely at the area around her. ’He couldn’t have gotten too far,’ she thought to herself. But, it was as if he had disappeared. There was no sight of him anywhere. She heard tree leaves rustle above her, but that had been happening all morning seeing as it was windy so she thought nothing of it.
Juliet let out a sigh. Guess it’s time to find my way back. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice speak to her. The woods were empty though, and she was sure she was alone since the person she was following had disappeared. Her head shot in all directions, left, right, forward, backwards, and then finally she slowly looked up. She let out a startled gasp, locating the place and person the voice had come from. After a few seconds of gaining her bearings again Julie spoke, ”Yes, I know it does, but you see I was not spying, per say. I was following, there’s a big difference. Don’t you agree? Now the real question is how did you get up there and why don’t you have a shirt on? It’s freezing out here.” She was so confused by all this and the cold didn’t make it any easier for her to try and think this out. All she could do was look at him like this was totally a normal situation.
More questions poured out of her mouth without her even thinking twice about them. ”Why are you out here in the woods? Do you know where you were even going? It’s not safe to be out here alone, you know.” Anyone from back home would be able to tell she was nervous, that’s when her rambling and questions came out in full force. Half of the time she didn’t even realize what she was doing until someone pointed it out to her, but no one around here knew her well enough to point that out. ”AND anyway who are you? I’ve never saw you around here before,” she said looking up and him skeptically.
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
