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Piper a regardé que quelqu'un a pris une gorgée de leur boisson fruitée et surtout probablement alcoolisée qui avait un peu de parapluie qui sortait. Elle soupira et regarda ses environs. Piper aurait porté son manteau noir si sa mère ne l'avait pas pris notre valise juste avant et a échangé la plupart de ses vêtements contre des tenues "croisables". Donc, au lieu de cela, elle avait sur un bikini rouge sous son short et le dessus de réservoir noir qui était recouvert d'un long cardigan noir.
Tous ces gens autour d'elle étaient faux. Presque tout le monde s'amusait. Souriant avec leurs dents montrant et agissant comme s'ils s'amusaient bien. Bien sûr, c'était une illusion. En vérité, leurs âmes pleuraient et elles ressentaient le besoin de se fondre dans le reste de la coulée. Comme Piper.
Bientôt, elle a entendu un chant et a vu que sa mère lui avait envoyé un texto simple : « Est-ce que tu te débrouilles bien? Tu ne te sens pas mal de mer? S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi plus tard ma chère." Tous les mensonges. Elle connaissait sa mère et savait qu'elle ne se souciait plus d'elle. La pute espérait qu'elle devait ramper dans un trou et ne jamais sortir. Cette théorie a été prouvée quand elle a trompé papa. Elle a brisé leur famille en un million de morceaux et ils agissent comme si je ne savais même pas.
Inutile. Des choses inutiles à penser. Ça n'avait plus d'importance. Piper savait que sa vie était plus dure que la plupart, mais elle savait aussi qu'elle devait vivre avec. Piper a inconsciemment agité ses cheveux autour de son index alors qu'elle essayait de trouver quelque chose d'intéressant. Bien sûr, rien ne lui fit sentir l'envie de gâcher son énergie et de risquer de devoir parler à quelqu'un qui ne méritait pas d'être exposé à ses ténèbres intérieures.
"Une vodka droite." Elle a dit, tournant la tête et faisant face au barman, ses yeux révélant la douleur qui était évidente lorsque vous regardiez dans ses yeux sans âme.
Piper Pillen Pulp | 18 | Female 

Appearance
Piper could probably be called a beautiful girl in her natural state - that is, if you ever saw her in her natural state. Without the full coat of black eyeliner and eyeshadow that made it seem like she was wearing glasses. Piper's lips are painted over with crimson red lipstick that is smudge proof and applied about 10 times a day. Over her naturally blue eyes which are dark brown contacts that she wears on a daily basis. While she would have died her naturally blond hair, her mom wouldn't allow her to so she stuck with wearing a black wig with thick bangs that usually covered her right eye.
Though she would have liked to be born a tall and intimidating figure, Piper stands at a mere 5' 4" but wears heels to make her pass as at least a 5' 6". Her build is that of a stick with only a bit of muscle and a chest that barely passes as a B cup. Sometimes she finds that her height matches her persona as a "lonely soul that goes unnoticed." Her clothing style contains many leather jackets, T-shirts, and tight jeans that enhance her nonexistent butt. Her clothes only persist of bleak colors such as black, gray, and night pain. Night pain is a lipstick shade that is, in fact, gray but she claims that it is in its very own category and is a color that signifies her own sadness and fears.
Personality
She's always been someone that felt the need to be the center of attention but not at the center of attention at the same time. Piper loves to be noticed but she'd never admit it, going into the corners of rooms and watching others walk past her while thinking of opinions of what type of suffering they are experiencing within.
If you ever got to know her, you'd notice pretty quickly that she is impulsive, eccentric, and edgy. Spouting random Edger Allen Poe quotes just to make her seem "deep" and going on about how no one understood beauty from death anymore. Piper wants everyone to know that she's different from the rest. If she can, she just might stab her hand just to prove that she can't feel pain and hopefully she won't pass out.
All in all, Piper is a self-acclaimed poet and deep thinker but that couldn't be any farther from the truth. Even though she is already 18, a full-fledged adult, Piper is stuck in a mindset that the world revolves around her and she's trapped in her 15-year-old self. She's still a brat, spoiled, and easily irritated. Piper is also triggered by a lot of things in this world.
Backstory
Piper was a troubled child when she was younger. The poor girl was the epitomize of first world problems and well, she still is. Her parents were loaded and they lived in a mansion that had been provided due to the fact that her parents were successful plastic surgeons for many actresses, actors, and models. The business was one that Piper didn't like, claiming tat they covered up beautiful flaws that god had given everyone so that we could understand that no one was perfect.
Her emo stage started at around 13. It was when she was introduced to writers such as Edger Allen Poe and H.P Lovecraft. She found that their stories all held such a deep meaning and it was meant to change the world for the better. Ever since Piper was young, she had longed to be different. Longed to have a problem which separated her from the rest. When she found out that she had Congenital analgesia, Piper thought it made her special. She began to hurt herself mostly to see the reactions from her parents and friends but after a while, they didn't actually care.
Piper's parents were sweet people that worried about their only daughter. They wanted her to be proper so that people outside of her family thought that she lived in a well-managed home so her mother and Piper often got into arguments over the tiniest problems. But over the years, even her mother gave up and just wanted her to not do anything too drastic that would ruin the family's image.
Skills/Talents
Making almost everything seem depressing or at least saying it in a way that it seems like it should be.
Knive throwing - Took a clown class for about a month and can throw a knife into a wall that is up to 10 feet far from her. Anything besides that and it'll all come down to luck.
Cooking - Anything that isn't lasagna and she'll say she can make it but she can't really.
Quick on her feet since she's run away from various fights that she started herself.
Karate - Was forced to take a karate class up until the age of 15 but it looks cool so she didn't complain too much. She received up to a blue belt until she quit but she claims that she was a black belt.
Equipment
She carries around the book Disgrace which she never actually reads since she can't handle books that involve animal death but it's dark so she just has it. A pocket knife, pepper spray, diary, flip phone, mp3 player, iPhone earphones, makeup, skull necklace, spare clothes, and 2 bars of chocolate.
Other
edgyness