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Kory Kolkin

"Don't even bother - there isn't anything left of me that isn't dead."

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a character in “Angels Hands are Tied”, as played by JokerofSpades


❝Kory Andrew Kolkin ❞

❝You cannot fight what you have learned to live with.❞


❝The Basic Facts❞

❝ I am a warrior of youth❞

| Name |
"Name’s Kory Kolkin. Though..”

| Nickname |
"You probably know me better as ‘That shit face’, ‘Emo’, or ‘Poser’. In reality though, I have been called KayKay by some of my friends, or Korky.

| Gender |
”yeah I sorta look like a chick, but I’m a dude.”

| Age |

| Sexuality |
"You think I have time to focus on shit like this? Agh, I’m confused, that is what I fricking am.”

| Role |
Child Abuse - “You tell anybody, and I will kill you.”

| Face Claim |
Ashley Purdy

❝What I See In The Mirror❞

❝A mirror is a device to constantly remind me that I continue to exist in this pitiful body.❞

| Eye Color |
"Brown - but that can change depending on HIS mood.”

| Hair Color |
"It used to be brown, but not anymore. I’ve dyed it black - like my freaking soul.”

| Height |
”I’m not that tall, but I think 6 feet is alright as a height...

| Weight |
”Well, this changes. I mean, some days I’m at my peak at around 140 pounds. But then there are those kind of weeks when I fall down to 120..

| Skin Tone |
”I’m not as pale as I could be - contrary to the popular belief of the idiots, I can tan.”

| Body Markings |
"Guess your eyesight sucks shit, huh. Well, my ears are pierced. For tats, I got too many of them, much to his dismay. Most of them hide the permanent marks that asshole has left on my body. The worst of them all, though? A massive gash that splits my stomach into a left and right side - broken beer bottles are not my favourite anymore. I get off by saying it was surgery."

|Grade |
”Junior - almost failed a few grades though, since I couldn’t get myself to school often enough. Teachers thought I was skipping - hah, if they knew.”

❝ Behind The Façade ❞

❝I keep myself to myself, so that nobody can ever judge what I really am.❞

| Habits |
”Well, I start drumming on my pants when I get really bored or have to wait around. I have the awkward habit of also flinching really badly because of my homelife.

My new hobby - probably a bad choice - is getting into some... well, drugs. Screw alcohol, but weed and tobacco? Starting to understand why people love that stuff. I feel like, though, I may start experimenting with a littler harder stuff... I don’t know...”

As for hobbies, I play music: like, all the time. It is my release, so that is my hobby. I guess the only other hobby I have is reading. If I’m allowed to be left alone, I will read.

| Likes |
`Angry/Heavy Music
`Playing the drums and bass
`My few friends
`Being away from home
`Movies of any kind
`Escapism methods

| Dislikes |
x Alcohol - “There is nothing worse in the world than that shit.”
x Him - “Back when I was a kid, he was ‘Daddy’ but he no longer has a name.”
x Her - “She doesn’t have a name anymore, but I used to call her mother.”
x Dogs
x Snobs
x Judgement
x Hypocrites
x Lies
x My House
x Me
x Video Games
x Sour Food

|Current Job |
”I’m surprised I’m allowed to even have a job, but I get to work at the local music store with Shay. Probably the only fun I can ever have.”

| Pets |
”I had a pet once - he killed it. I do have an injured sparrow hidden though, the only reason I want to go home.

| Personality |
”Well, I will give you two sides. The first side is what I have heard from the people that think I can’t hear them. To them, I’m distant, cold and ‘snotty’, thinking I’m better than everyone else. They think I’m poor and have no life, that I stay indoors from fear of sunlight and cut myself to sleep.

In reality, I’m just a product of hate. On the outside, I’m cold to make sure that nobody comes close to me. I’m distant because nobody could understand my pain. I’m so called snotty because others are always judging me, so I develop a thick hide to deal with their shit. I’m prone to rage outbursts because of their stupid ignorance, which makes me hate and fear myself. Yeah, I’m pretty depressed: who wouldn’t, when the concept of love has been eradicated from your memory?

I think the only person that has cracked me open is Shay. In truth, I’m really emotional - hence the term emo. I get really happy for things that excite me, or really defensive of things that I feel for. I want to protect others in my position, or others that are injured so that they can have another chance at life.

But my home life has changed me enough that my real side has vanished. In honesty, I actually cry myself to sleep quite often, powerless to stop him on the days that I can’t keep out of the house. I’m edgy about anything that reminds me of either him or her, and really have nightmares constantly.

In a nutshell, that is all I am: a shell of a human. I could have been something great, something amazing. Instead, I’m a worthless and useless human used as another's outlet.

❝The Past and The Present❞

❝ No thoughts of yesterday, no dreams of tomorrow ❞

| Future Plans? |
”You serious? You’re asking the suicidal kid what he wants to do when he gets older? How about asking IF?! Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Look, I just want to be free and leave home that’s all. Maybe become a musician or something.”

| Family |
”Shut the f*** up right now and leave. I ain’t telling you shit about Him, or Her.
... I’m an only child. She is named Dakota Everett, while his name is David Kolkin.”

| History |
”You want to know what goes on behind those doors, do ya? HUH?! Well fine! I will tell you just what F***** up shit goes on in my house.

I was born 17 years ago to him and her. At first, everybody was happy. He worked at the nearby auto factory, while she worked as a grocery store clerk. For a while in my life, there was peace between use three. I mean, they loved me and I... loved them. But that ended years ago, when I turned 4.

See, he has a bit of a drinking problem. It never affected their relationship for the 5 years they had been married before me, but it was still there. She, on the other hand, was a little bit of a skank. A whore. You get the idea, but I didn’t as a kid. One day, he heard a rumor floating around that she was doing a bunch of his co-workers, when she had only slept with one in reality. Didn’t matter, the fights started there, and the abuse started. It was small at first, he would just come home hammered, they would fight and he would hit her or something. By the time I was 6 though, she had had enough and left him for his boss. That was when he turned on me.

To him, I was the last remaining connection to her. While she had been able to get out, I wasn’t. He started taking out his drunken rage on me. Like with her, he started small: a few slaps here and there, nothing I couldn’t handle as a 6 year old. What I got for my seventh birthday changed everything: instead of that new bike, I got a hospital visit: he had pushed me out of my bedroom window during a drunken rage.
Ever since then, him beating me was as normal as rain came with clouds. I messed up anytime? He beat me for wasting his money. Ask to go to a friends house? He beat me because I was selfish. Stayed up later than my bed time? Knocked out cold.

This has continued onto the present day, though since I’m a little older he hasn’t knocked me out. He sickens me to no end, and I feel nothing for him, but instead I feel shame. How can I ever share my past with anyone, without being looked down upon? I can’t. I haven’t even told Shay, and she is the only one I can call a friend nowadays. I just... I just can’t say anything, so I won’t. But sooner or later, something is going to snap: and I have a fear that it might be me.

So begins...

Kory Kolkin's Story


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Jessie sat there on her bed looking at her newest bruise from him. Sniffing, she'd run her fingers through her hair. Looking at the time she'd shake her head and sigh. It was time to go to school. Sliding off her bed, she'd walk into her closet, she had to find something he would approve of. Her navy blue off the shouler fringe shirt followed school rules, but also she thought he would like it. Turning right around and grabbing her white jeans she quickly got dressed and gave herself a once over.

She felt pretty, and she thought she looked pretty. Leaving her closet she slipped on her black pumps and sighed. Grabbing her rose necklace Ben had given her, she placed it around her neck before applying makeup to any bruise she saw, and made her eyes stand out with some dark brown eyeshadow. She smiled getting her things together, she quickly made her way down the stairs, but not before checking the time. She had to be ready or else, he would leave her. Running into the kitchen she grabbed a banana, and put her hair up into a messy bun.

She was running a bit late today, but she was rushing to make it out the door on time. Giving her mother a quick kiss she shouted up the stairs. "Come on Cat! Ben's gonna be here any minute, and if you wanna ride with us you need to hurry up!" She'd sigh as she opened the door her eyes scanning the road for her boyfriend's car.


Grunting as he got off the couch, he rolled over and puked his guts out. "Ugh... shock therapy to my guts..." He'd grumble before staggering to the kitchen. "Kory! Get your ass down here now!" He shouted from the breakfast bar. "If you want to eat you will!" God he felt like shit, probably looked like it too, smeared makeup, wrinkled clothes, smelling like alcohol, and stale cigarettes. A walking bar is what David was. Walking over to the sink he checked the time before shaking his head. That boy... didn't even seem to care about his old man. Shrugging David left the kitchen and banged on his sons door. "You got some vomit to clean boy...if you want to go to school.." David was an impatient man... it was easily seen in his actions. Jiggling the door handle he finds it locked. "Lock yourself away all you want... still have to see me." A laugh as he walked away.


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"Kory! Get your ass down here now!"

As always, Kory was awoken by the hoarse, angry voice of him. He had slept a little bit after he was able to escape to his room before the full assault could be unleashed on him. Kori groaned in anger as another yell came from the kitchen: "If you want to eat you will!" Kori finally opened his eyes to stare at his ceiling, loathing that he had awoken once more. He would lying if he said that ending himself wasn't on his mind, but it posed a few problems. Shay would be seriously pissed off at him if he committed suicide: nobody would be there to help with the music store if he did. The little sparrow hiding in his window would be left for dead as well.

Sighing grudgingly, Kory hauled his ass out of his bed to an upright sitting position, just as the door was banged on. "You got some vomit to clean boy...if you want to go to school.." Kory nearly threw a nasty retort back at him, but said nothing as He jiggled the doorknob. Good thing that Kory invested in a lock, or he would probably have another bruise or something. Lock yourself away all you want... still have to see me. He then walked away, but not before adding a chilling laugh that got Kory every time. That laugh symbolized everything wrong with that thing, that man that called Kory his own.

Kory narrowed his eyes angry, and stood up to stretch while examining the few bruises that remained. There weren't as many as normal, which was quite the depressing thought for anybody that wasn't him. Seeing this as his opportunity, Kory grabbed his clothes for the day - black skinny jeans, his spiked belt and a black band shirt - and made a break for the washroom. Not 5 minutes later, Kory emerged from the washroom fully bathed, hair straightened, dye reapplied, and the little bit of makeup he felt like wearing today. Normally, his makeup appliance was determined by how bad the previous night had gone. The worse it was, the more he put on.

In hand was the carpet cleaner, some paper towels and a rag as he passed David, to which Kory simply knew as Him. Truly, the man looked like absolute shit today, which made Kory smirk slightly about. However, knowing that He was an impatient bastard, Kory headed towards the mess of puke on the floor by the coach, and gave a little bit of a sigh. "At least have a freaking bucket next time." Kory mumbled under his breath. He wasn't sure if He had heard him, but he knew that if he had he would be getting a swift hit somewhere. Then again, that was expected in their house: Kory does something 'wrong', David kicks his ass for it.


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Shailene Esmeralda Scott

So, I put my hands up
They playin' my song
And the butterflies fly away
Noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
And I put my hands up
They playin' my song
And I know I'm gonna be okay
Yeeaahh, it's a party in the USA
Yeeahh, it's a party in the USA

Shailene danced around her room in a flourish, shaking her hips lightly and bobbing her head to Miley Cyrus' old song. Back in the days when she used to like her. She giggled to herself as she did a nice pirouette. She hopped over to her vanity table and pulled out some jewelry, still grooving to the music. Her Dad was out of town - thank God - and her mom was downstairs making her a smoothie. Finally together, she stood up straight in front of the mirror and struck a slight pose, admiring her outfit. She fluffed her red hair a little, adoring the way it curled. She'd been having a horrible time with it. Smiling and satisfied, she grabbed her bag and phone and was out of her room.

However, all of her happiness was stolen as she realized, disappointed, that her father was seated at the dining room table eating breakfast and her mom was just fixing her smootie. Shailene hurried up and painted a smile on her face as she entered the kitchen.

"Morning, mommy. Daddy." She was very polite this morning as she sat at her usual seat. Her mom, knowing her mood change, gave a sweet kiss to Shailene's cheek. She placed a plate filled with eggs, bacon, and potatoes in front of the teenager with her smoothie on the side. Everyone knew her dad hated when people skipped breakfast. He never did. Though I'm still wondering when he became such a health nut, Shailene thought bitterly before taking a bite of her food. Matter of fact, what he had was worse than what Shailene would've eaten. At least, she would've eaten a frickin' muffin with her smoothie. All he had was some coffee and a Danish.

"I've already secured your internship with the firm," he told her after a few minutes of silence and Shailene's eyes rose to him in panic. But she loved her job at the music store. He held up a hand at the sign of her complaining eyes. "It's already a paid internship and you'll be working with me every day. Just filing papers, but getting paid." Shailene frowned.

"But I like working at the music store, Daddy." His eyes turned dark at her and Shailene shut her mouth quickly.

"When will you get serious? College is just around the corner, Shailene." Thus began his speech about her future and being mature and letting go of childish ways. He wanted her to discern between what were her hobbies and what she was good at. Shailene fought the urge to roll her eyes and found that she had no argument for him, despite the one bubbling up inside of her chest. It was suffocating and she could feel frustrated tears stinging the backs of her eyes. "I want you to handle the music situation soon. You'll be starting the internship next week." Bitterness rankled below the surface of her false smile and Shailene scooted back in her chair.

"I have to go. Gonna be late for school and stuff," she lied quietly. Her dad, for once, did not argue despite the fact that he knew she was lying. Luckily, her smoothie was in a to-go cup. With a knowing glance from her mother, Shailene walked out of the house. Silent tears fell, but she swiped them away before they could run any further down her cheeks. She prayed every day for the strength to say something, to just get everything off her chest. And each time, she found herself more and more disappointed.

No,she decided mentally. She had to smile. She had to be happy. One of them had to be. Korky was never as happy and as cheery as she was. And she'd be damned if she wasn't by the time she saw him. Usually, they'd meet up outside of the school and sit before school started. So, for the walk, Shailene flipped through her phone for the right song, text Kory that she was going to be on her way to the school, and plugged in her earphones.

It's a good thing she had One Direction on her phone. Trashy, she may think they are. Catchy, their songs were.