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Molly Ravin

"Keep your head in the clouds. The world's happier up there."

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a character in “The Pen Pal Project II”, as played by MerpyTheScareCrow

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"Keep your head in the clouds. The world's happier up there."




"The Basics..."
Name:
Molly Loraine Ravin

Nickname:
Mole: It's not that she really likes this nickname. Really, she hates it when people call her Mole. It's just one of those names you just get and it sticks and no one says anything about it. Only extremely close friends can call her Mole, and even then, she wishes they didn't.
Raven: It's a play off of her last name, Ravin. If anything, she prefers this, because she feels like Molly is too much of a girly-girl name.

Age:
18

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Straight

School:
Riverview

"The Appearance..."
Description of Appearance:
Molly stands at about five foot, three inches tall, weighing just under 120 lbs. Her dark brown hair falls down to chest level, normally being straight but naturally, her hair is extremely curly. Her skin is naturally lightly tanned, and aside from mascara and occasionally lipstick or eyeliner, she doesn't really wear makeup.

Style:
She doesn't have a specific style. She does dress rather girly and cute, but more often than not she trades dresses for skinny jeans and tank tops and heels for vans.

"Delving A Little Deeper..."
Likes:
Singing
Anything chocolatey
Fishing
Playing soccer
Thunderstorms
Big Dogs

Dislikes:
Cats
Small dogs
Staying at home
Watching sports
Detention
Her natural hair

Personality:
Fist fighting isn't Molly's thing. She doesn't need to use her fists to destroy someone. All she needs is a computer and a few minutes alone. She learned to hack computers from her uncle and spent a few months when she was twelve in juvie because of the skill. Luckily, Molly doesn't hold grudges, and doesn't take much personally. There are moments, as with most girls, that if you catch her at a bad time, that she will tear you a new one for looking at her the wrong way, and she's not going to apologize because it doesn't mean much to her how you or anyone else feels. She's unattatched, emotionally, and that's just how she's gotten by.
Normally, she doesn't care how you feel about her or what rumors are being spread about her, though she's sure there are quite a few rotating around the school. She's flirtatious, and sometimes that can be taken as something much more, but she has no intentions of dating anyone. She's been hurt before, and she's at a point in her life when she doesn't need any more pain than necessary. Molly isn't a jealous girl, or an extremely friendly one, but if she knows you well enough, she's a sweetheart and she's loyal enough. What most people don't know is that she suffers from depression, anxiety, and bi-polar disorder. She doesn't normally get close enough to people for them to find it all out, and even then she got good at not showing people everything about her.

"Delving Even More Deeper..."
History:
Even as a child, Molly's homelife was unlike most kids. Her father, referred to by her as "Papa," spent years three through ten of her life in jail, and her mother, "Mama," struggled with addiction, putting Molly in the care of her grandparents, her father's parents. They raised her pretty well under the circumstances, but she was already a messed up kid by the time she was put in their custody, made even worse when she was given, or rather taken, back to her father after his sentence was up. She was then raised by her father and his brother, where she was introduced once more to a life of violence, drugs, and theft to get by, but she remains clean.
Her mother was and has been out of the picture since her grandparents took her. Her parents divorced shortly after her father got out of jail and her mother moved several states away. This left Molly feeling empty, since she was pretty young when they split and her father never remarried, not that she'd let him anyway. A lot of the problems Molly has mentally are because of her childhood. She moved at least seven times because of raid threats, on top of her father and uncle taking turns being locked up.
Naturally, Molly doesn't talk about her past much. She filed for immancipation on her 16th birthday, got a crappy job, a crappy apartment, and a crappy boyfriend who ended up cheating on her with her best friend. She developed trust issues, but a sense of respect for herself. It's been two years since she's seen or talked to her father or uncle, but she still keeps a strong relationship with her grandparents.

Other:
N/A

So begins...

Molly Ravin's Story

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Molly sucked in a deep breath, much like any other morning. She started most days this way, still laying on the cot on the floor of what doubled as her living room and bedroom, eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths. She listened to the sounds of the world around her, the screaming of her neighbors downstairs, the crying of the new baby next door, the sounds of girls playing hopscotch in front of her apartment building. She rolled over onto her stomach with a sigh before heaving herself into a kneeling position, hands resting on the wall in front of her. Her eyes remained closed until she heard the buzz of her phone against the wooden floor.

Molly didn't like to use her phone more than necessary. She had a pretty basic phone, it was cheap, and it wasn't a flip phone. It was touch screen, and slid up to show a hidden keyboard, and the only numbers in it were her grandparents and the only app was pandora. Aside from that, it was filled with music of almost every genre. New artists and old artists filled countless playlists, and she listened to it all with the same enthusiasm. This morning, her grandmother was calling.

"Hola," she mumbled, standing and shuffling slowly into the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm up." Her grandmother rambled on about needing things after Molly got off of work, but Molly didn't listen entirely to what she was saying. Grabbing an apple from the fridge, she jumped to sit on top of her counter. "No, I'm not sitting on the counter. I'll call you after work. I need to get ready for school." Molly slid down, landing on the floor with a simple, hollow thud. "Yes I'm going to school. I love you, bye."

She loved her grandparents dearly, but they were clingy and controling. They hated that she straightened her naturally curly hair, as she did now, staring into the cracked mirror in her bathroom. She liked her hair, when it cooperated with her, but mostly because it was long enough to cover the fresh tattoo that lay hidden between her shoulder blades. It was a bass clef in a heart, to partner the treble clef necklace she never took off.

Turning on the television, Molly began flipping through the channels to MTV so she could listen to music while she got dressed. The first day of school, for her, meant she wore a dress. She had one in mind for the day, a white, strapless lace dress with a magenta ribbon tied around the waist. The ribbon matched her magenta and grey vans, which she slipped on before going back to the bathroom to do her makeup. She liked looking cute at the beginning of the school year. Molly spent her entire summer working multiple jobs, which put a decent amount of money in her pocket to be spent on bills and groceries as well as luxeries like clothes, makeup, and nail polish. Currently, her nails were painted a grey to match her shoes and the bandana she tied in her hair. To finish her outfit, she slid a pair of jean shorts on underneath her dress, and added lipgloss.

The walk to Riverview wasn't an especially long one. The girls were still playing hopscotch. She waved at them and they waved back. She made a left, then a right, another right, another left, and walked on. She passed a man in an uncomfortable looking buisiness suit. What's he even doing in this neighborhood? She thought to herself. The neighborhood wasn't especially bad, just filled with people of minimal money working shitty jobs and barely getting by. This man, in his fancy suit, did not belong. She kept her thoughts to herself and walked into school, putting her headphones in and holding her purse a little closer. She clutched two binders close to her chest, one filled with several notebooks with the titles of her classes written on their cover, the other filled with extra paper and doodles and notes.

Molly slipped into English quietly, bobbing her head to I Know How To Say by 3Oh!3, and sat down in a seat in the back. She didn't bother turning down her music. It was loud enough to block out everyone else, but not loud enough for them to hear it, and that's how she liked it. She had a feeling it would be the only thing getting her through the school day, but one more year in this hell hole and she was free to go wherever she wanted.

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Molly leaned back in her chair, dozing softly. In her dream, she was running down a seemingly never-ending hallway, getting absolutely no where. As she ran, she stumbled, falling and slamming her head into the floor.
"Ow," she mumbled, rubbing her forehead where it smashed into her desk. Her head hurt slightly, and her vision was blurry, but after shaking her head for several seconds, she deemed herself fine.
There was a small slip of paper on her desk. It read, "Your penpal is Amanda Pierce." Molly wrinkled her nose in disgust. The idea of having a penpal wasn't bad, but this girl, Amanda Pierce, had the name of some stuck up supermodel's infuriating spawn. Molly wanted nothing to do with this stupid project if her penpal was some stuck up Hollyfield brat.
She turned to face the girl next to her, a girl she thought had the name of Lucy. "What do you think about all this bull?" Her voice was kind of low since everyone else appeared to be busy writing to whomever it was they were assigned to. Molly hadn't even gotten out paper, let alone considered what she might say to some girl with the name of Amanda Pierce.
She let her fingers twirl her pencil, let the idea of telling off some stranger play through her mind. She could put down twenty bucks to say this kid was a rich, single child, brat, just because she went to Hollyfield. Molly let her money sit safely in her wallet and pulled out a notebook.

"To Miss Amanda Pierce,"

The letter looked ugly already, but Molly kept going.

"My name is Molly Ravin. I'm a senior at Riverview. I'm a dancer, ballet mostly, but hip hop too. I'm good with computers and can jailbreak just about any electronic. I love music, and singing. I guess that's a little about me, if you care to know it."

The thought of some stranger knowing about her was awful, but still, Molly kept going.

"I think this project is stupid, but let's make the best of it anyway, okay? Our schools may be rivals, but that doesn't mean we have to be."

Her letter, altogether, wasn't more than a few sentences, barely a paragraph if you could even call it that, but in the end, though she still considered it an ugly group of letters and symbols, Molly was rather proud of the paper. She folded it into three even sections, tucked it into the complimentary envelope that her teacher had so kindly passed out, and closed it, folding the lid inside the envelope instead of licking it. Such a gross thing to do, she thought to herself as she wrote her penpal's name as neatly as she could on the front.
Molly plugged her headphones back into her ears, nodding her head to Eminem. She slid the envelope to the top right corner of her desk, leaning back in her chair to stare at it. Maybe Amanda wouldn't be too bad. Maybe she'd be nice or something, and maybe Molly wouldn't be upset about talking to her. Molly chuckled. Maybe not.

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Lu-Lu had swiftly left the classrooms and took the slip of paper the teacher had put on her desk. She didn't want to take part in this stupid project. Some snobby nosed brat would be telling her all about their wonderful life and their feelings and other things she couldn't care less about. She opened the slip as she headed to the library. 'Kang-Dae Maxilmillion Park' she thought to herself. 'What a stupid name, fucking chinkey.' Lucy never was too keen on racism but with a name like that she couldn't help but think the worst. Some know it all genius wanting to know about her life? No. Just no. And seriously, "Park"? like a dog's park? She sighed. It wasn't worth making assumptions about this kid right now, though, she had heard his name before. One of the cheerleaders were always talking about him.

She moved quietly to the back of the library and took out a notepad and pen. She began to write a letter to her pen-pal:

"Dear Kang-Dae,

I'm Lucy. Erm. Not quite sure what you'd want to know about me. I think I've heard of you before, like, once, from some cheerleader or something when I was forced to help them with a CD a very long time ago. She's gone now, I think. I'm 18... and um... Yep. That's it, really. Not too much of an interesting person, me. But what about you?

~Lucy


She folded the letter neatly and slipped it inside the envelope it came with. She licked the lid and sealed it shut, then swiftly put it in her jacket pocket. Maybe this asian guy wouldn't be too bad. Be quite funny if he wasn't even asian. She chuckled to herself at the though of a full British/American with the name 'Kang-Dae'

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Molly's feet moved slowly, sluggishly carrying her towards history. She kept her headphones in, though no music was currently playing, and weaved around students robotically. School was always harder after first period, she decided, side-stepping a girl hellbent on knocking Molly over. If Molly had had half a mind, she'd have tripped the girl, but instead, she used her free hand to smooth down her dress in the front and the back and took a deep breath.

"Something's got to give," she muttered, not directly to anyone, but as a reminder to herself to let loose every once in a while. Recently Molly had been so high strung that she couldn't even enjoy the satisfaction of tripping a girl running in the halls, or the fact that for once in several months, she actually looked like a girl. She moved her hair over her shoulder, revealing her tattoo to the world, though it didn't bother her like it normally would have. She was quite pleased with it now that it had healed completely. The idea of having a tattoo still didn't sit right with Molly, and it was something she felt she should hide, not be proud of, but with her music blaring, oblivious to the world, she did feel quite proud of herself for sitting through the pain. In fact, she was proud of herself for dealing with the pain of school too, and of home, and work, and everything that had ever gone wrong in her life.

"Molly!" A girl from one of Molly's classes came over. Molly couldn't place the girls' face or name, but she greeted the her with a smile right up until the girl asked if Molly had done some homework packet that was given out at the end of the last school year, which of course Molly knew nothing about. Instead of answering, she put her headphones back in, turned, and walked into her class, sitting somewhat in the middle of the classroom, and put her head down.

Molly regretted not bringing a hoodie, which on any other day she would have, because she used the hood to cover her head when she no longer felt like dealing with her classmates. It sucked, and kind of pissed Molly off, but she buried her head in the crook of her arm and let herself drift between being awake and asleep. She'd get over it. Eventually.

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Lucy sighed, wondering the corridors. She was bargaining, inside her head of course, whether to go to class or not. If she didn't, she could be caught and given detention. She didn't mind too much, gave her extra chance to sleep. If she went to class she could sit at the back and doodle over the desks. The second option was somewhat more appealing to Lu-Lu, as she'd get to showcase her artistic "prowess" by drawing indecent and dirty things on the desk.

She wandered into her class, getting glares from a few of the students. Her mind began to wonder why when she realised who it was - the cheerleaders. They must have remembered her shenanigans with the CD. She had often made CDs of her own music and mixes of other songs to fit the person or audience, but Lu-Lu wasn't a big fan of these girls. They'd constantly bullied and teased others - for no reason. Whereas Lucy would only bully or tease if she had a reason to hate or dislike that person.

She had mixed a bunch of sounds from sex tapes into some songs, and the last one which was meant to be the soundtrack to their finale was a plain soundtrack to some sort of pornography. Not just any sort of pornography, though. One of the cheerleaders had a sex tape, and she had used that. Everyone had recognized her voice from it and she moved school soon after.

Smiling at the thought, Lucy moved to the back of the class and sat at the back of the room, beginning to doodle with a pencil on the desk.