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Kaylee Jamison

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a character in “Angels Hands are Tied”, originally authored by dreamingreality, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Kaylee Jamison


❝I'm afraid all the time. I don't know if I can live like this.❞



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❝The Basic Facts❞



❝ I am a warrior of youth❞



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| Name |
Kaylee Rhiannon Jamison

| Nickname |
People just call me Kaylee.

| Gender |
Female

| Age |
17

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual

| Role |
Rape Victim

| Face Claim |
Emily Osment



❝What I See In The Mirror❞



❝ Why would he do this to me? ❞



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| Eye Color |
Green

| Hair Color |
Natural Blonde

| Height |
I'm 5'3. Not the tallest, but not the shortest either.

| Weight |
100. I've lost a lot of weight sense...Well, sense then.

| Skin Tone |
I'm pretty pale. Not exactly ghost white, but I'm nowhere near tan.

| Body Markings |
I've got scars on my hips and my arms. Little lines reminding me of how much I hate myself these days.

|Grade |
I'm a junior in high school.



❝ Behind The Façade ❞



❝Quote here ❞



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| Habits |
I chew on the side of my cheek and I tend play with my fingers when I'm nervous. I just can't keep still.

| Likes |
I really like to do hair and makeup. I'm also a fan of cheesy romantic comedies, or tragic romance. I do a lot of reading in my spare time. These days it's really hard for me to point out what I like...It just doesn't seem important anymore. I use to be on the swim team and I had a lot of fun doing that, so I guess you could say that's one of my "likes." I like to sleep and stay in my room mostly. My bedroom is the only place I feel safe...

| Dislikes |
Him. I see him everywhere now and I just can't get him out of my head. All the things he did to me...and I couldn't stop him. I wanted to. I did. I hate that I'm so weak. I hate that my parents look at me like I'm broken and they don't even understand why. I hate that my friends are all mad at me because I don't go out with them anymore. I hate that no one knows and that I'm too afraid to say anything. He ruined my life.

|Current Job |
I'm a part time cashier at a local bookstore.

| Pets |
I have a dog named Dixie. She's old, I got her when I was six, but I love her to death.

| Personality |
Kaylee, at heart, is a very social person who just loves to be around people. She's kind, she likes to have fun, she was - at one point - very involved in her school. She might have even been a little shallow, but not unlike a majority of teenage girls. Her friends were her main concern and that was okay. She's only seventeen after all. It wasn't until after "The Incident" that she began to change. Now she's withdrawn and afraid of her own shadow. She's developed an anxiety disorder and can barely go to school without breaking down. It's been extremely difficult for her, especially since she hasn't told anybody. She's dealing with her rape alone. She knows she should go to the police, but it's already been a couple months. She feels like nobody would believe her in the first place.



❝The Past and The Present❞



❝ No thoughts of yesterday, no dreams of tomorrow ❞



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| Future Plans? |
Once upon a time, I dreamed of opening up my own beauty salon...Now? Now I can barely think about tomorrow.

| Family |
Anna Lee Jamison is my mother and Edmund Richard Jamison is my father. I don't have any siblings.

| History |
Kaylee group up in a happy to home to financially stable parents. They had actually planned on having her, there was no surprises. Kaylee got the clothes she wanted, ate good foods, had a lot of friends, did sports, had a plan for her life. Her parents are really unsure about what happened to their little girl and why she's a bundle of nerves and completely antisocial now. They're blind to the cuts on her arms and when she attempted suicide for the first time, they simply thought she was going through her 'moody teenager' phase. The second time they grew a little concerned and now send her to see a therapist twice a week. They have no idea she was raped.

Speaking of "The Incident," it happened at the beginning of the school year - a party. That's when he took advantage of her. She hadn't been drinking, she was just having good, clean fun. When she was walking out to her car, he had approached her - smelling like booze. At first he simply offered and when she declined...he took it upon himself to have her.


So begins...

Kaylee Jamison's Story

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She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. These days, she was lucky to sleep for an or hour or two if she slept at all. Once she closed her eyes and drifted off the nightmares would begin and she would wake up screaming or crying or just plain terrified. All of her dreams were about the same person, the same man who had ruined her life so completely in one night. The funny part was, no one knew...no one had even guessed at it. They just thought she was going through a phase, a timid, depression filled phase. Even if she had told someone, who would believe that a cop could do such a terrible thing? No one.

There was a shuffling sound at her door and then a knock. "Kaylee, sweetheart? It's time to get up. You've got to go to school," Her mother said in the usual, cheery voice. The teen moaned, rolling over. She could claim she wasn't feeling well again and miss school for one more day, already having missed an entire week pretending to have the flu. It wasn't that she was afraid of going to school - she had gone since the Incident - she was just so tired all the time. Her teacher's had started to question why she was always falling asleep in class, the students had started to notice the growing numbers of scars on her arms.

But she couldn't bring herself to miss another day, she had fallen so far behind in school it was a miracle she wasn't failing yet. "I'll be ready in thirty, mom." She said halfheartedly, swinging her feet over the edge of her mattress. It only took her a few minutes to show and pull on the sweater and jeans she would be wearing for the day, despite the fact that each piece of clothing was chosen for a reason. The sweater didn't show cleavage and were long sleeved, the jeans were not skin tight. She was under the impression, that had she been dressed differently...maybe that night wouldn't have happened. Even though, realistically, she knew it it wasn't her fault, but it didn't stop her from feeling that way. She brushed her teeth, put her hair in a pony tail, and pulled her backpack over her shoulders. That was all it took to get ready for the day now.

Her mom had been waiting for her in the kitchen. "Hey babydoll, you hungry? I made eggs just the way you like them!" The fifty-something woman said with her ever present smile. Kaylee returned a small, fake smile but shook her head. "I'm not really hungry this morning...Sorry mom." She replied, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. Her mother looked a little disappointed but didn't say anything, opting to eat the eggs she had made for her daughter instead.

In ten more minutes they were out the door and on the way to the school, riding in silence. When they finally reached it her mother wished her a good day and drove off. Just like most days. Her parents didn't even sort of realize what was going on with their daughter. Part of Kaylee was disappointed by this, she felt invisible to her parents, like she was screaming and they didn't even hear her. She walked towards her usual spot, where she would sit before class, at lunch, and all the times in between, just waiting for the day to be over.

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Sue woke up to the same blaring ring that he had everyday. Not wishing to, he routinely went downstairs and into the kitchen. Throwing burritos in the microwave, he went back upstairs while they were being heated. Maybe his parents were home, but he didn't worry too much about it. He got by on his own just fine... for the most part. Putting on a loose, blue striped shirt and his similarly blue cargo shorts, and just glad that no one was awake to complain that he was wearing shorts and long sleeves again. He didn't care too much about his outfit as a few others did, as he only pushed up his sleeves and slipped on his shoes before being ready. It was still early to start walking, but he did anyway, wishing to get as much time with Kaylee as he could. There was only one thing he did before leaving, and that was making sure his sister was awake. Leaning in her doorway and knocking on the wall. "Hey, don't be late."

Sue was slightly frustrated walking. Not that walking was a torture, it was just an unnecessary burden. "Two more days," he told himself. His parents had taken his keys and grounded him. "Two more days..."

The walk was pretty nice. If he were to recap, it would be "sunrise, fresh air, birds. Some Disneyland shit going on." It was even better once at school, knowing he would see his girl. Seeing her spot was empty, he considered that he left a bit too early. A couple of laps around school, picking up and dropping friends seemed to pass the time. Upon her arrival, he sped to her side. It's hard being stealthy when you're above the crowd, though he still came beside her and nudged her shoulder. "Hey. How're you darlin'?" Kissing her forehead, he asked about her attire. "You warm or something?" Her figure may of been masked, but he knew it well. It wasn't outlined by any clothing, but putting his arm around her, he felt her familiar curves.

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At one point in time, Kaylee's boyfriend had been the center of her whole world, but the last couple weeks she had been distant. She didn't mean to, there was just a part of her that felt like she had betrayed him and an entirely different part that was afraid. He had never done anything to hurt her, quite the opposite. Sue had been the best boyfriend a girl in high school could wish for, but that cop had ruined everything for her. Now her boyfriend's touch was enough to make her tense in fear and when he kissed her forehead, she nearly panicked. She took a deep breath, trying hard to keep calm and act like nothing was wrong with her. She wished she could just tell him. Then maybe she'd feel better, maybe she'd feel protected.

"Hey. How're you darlin'? You warm or something?"

"Hey baby," She said, her voice a little shaky. When he commented on her clothing she shrugged. "Yeah. I guess I'm kind of cold." She was completely unable to relax, her hands visibly trembling. She hated herself for being this way but she couldn't control it. The once fun loving, party girl she had been was gone. Now she didn't even recognize her own reflection. Kaylee felt his arm slide around her and she did her best not to react, to just be comfortable like she was before.

"Sorry I haven't really talked to you the last few days. I've been...sick." She had to make some excuse for not inviting him over or going to school for the last week. Usually she would talk to him for hours over the phone or texts and the last few days she had barely said a word. Her whole life was a mess and she had never felt so alone in her life, or so dead inside.

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She may of been distancing, but Sue hadn't lost hope and still cherished moments with Kaylee. Hearing her breath, he apologized. "Startle ya? I'm sorry." He didn't mean to make her uncomfortable, only to... "guard" her. The last few weeks... they were rough. He wasn't really alone, more over bored. He could still do things, but most of them he wished he were with her.

Kaylee'd responded, with her hands trembling and voice stressed. He knew she had been acting different, but he didn't want to question it. He was afraid asking might make things worse, and he didn't want to stress her more. "Well, I can always warm you up then." He didn't want to push things, but his drive to help couldn't be oppressed.

"Sorry I haven't really talked to you the last few days. I've been...sick."

"Don't worry much about it dear. Grounded. They took my keys, so we couldn't go anywhere anyways." His voice showed he was bummed out about losing his car. It wasn't just his machine, it was his transportation, and more importantly, how he'd take Kaylee places. "Sorry that you gotta ride with your mom now."

"Your backpack?" Only referring to it, not grabbing it. He hadn't asked directly, but it was known he'd take it for her. "Hey, could we go to the park then? I dunno, anywhere you wanna go." He really wanted to do something with Kaylee. He couldn't drive them anywhere, so the park would work. They could always ask their parents, but he tended to avoid asking his for obvious reasons, and assumed that Kaylee would think the same.