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Samantha Headwoods.

"With sin, there is no redemption."

0 · 280 views · located in Tokyo, Japan; Palace Island

a character in “Glassjaw and Glassheart”, as played by Straight Jacket

Description

~.Samantha.Headwoods.~
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Who are you
A drug attic gypsy who doesn't know when to stop. She is lonely and tends to keep it that way; never knowing who is the boy that she wakes up next to. Basically; she is a drug attic. Always baked at night.

What are you like
Sam has given up God and chosen drugs. With too many tragedies in her life; faith slowly dissolved away. She is depressed but always bored and hardly ever shows that she is depressed. She hides her feelings inside her heart and hardly ever smiles for real. She sees the world as something dead and something that hardly exist. She pities other people and herself; always thinking that she is a bit better but at the same time, thinks she is nothing better than a piece of trash. Love hardly ever interests her and most of the time; she is baked out of her mind to even remember the guy next to her in the bed. She has temper problem and gives off tantrums and what not like a young child. She is known as a drug attic in her home town; but know one knows for sure since she tends to move around quickly and hardly ever stays in one place. She has a gypsy soul and hardly ever listens to one person and never lets her feelings take control.

Who might you like
"A fairy tail prince."

What do you have
Depression, bi-polar, drug attic.

Whats it like being you
When she was five; her mother was remarried to a young man named Jones. What her mother didn't know, was that he was a molester and raped Sam every night. Finally, Sam was fed up and told her mother; though, her mother didn't believe one word she said. When Jones found out that Sam had told her mother; his abusive personality took hold and beat her constantly. She didn't say much to her mother and always locked herself in her room; collecting bruises and scars, both inside and out. She was fed up at the age of twelve and brung a bat to her parent's room one night and started to swing at them. It didn't last long and she only got in about one hit per person before she ran out of the house and down the street. She didn't stop until her legs where wobbling and her mouth was dry. She hated that house and never wanted to go back there. She took refuge in an orphanage a few days later; thinking it would be a safe haven. The orphanage owner was suffering from an anger problem that was too long for Sam to remember and often beat the girls. She didn't stay there for very long before she ran off again. She was sick of people and praying. It was a rainy day when she saw it; a small child like her shivering in the rain, they where homeless. She lost her faith in God. When she was about 13, living on the streets took a toll on her and she turned to the comfort of drugs. She figured that since she lost almost everything; what was left? She became a 'sex-slave' to a man who gave her free drugs; staying with him until she was 16 before running off again with all of his money. She started to buy drugs and doing them almost every night and worked at an illegal club who sold free drugs as a stripper. She then moved again with the money she has left and started to move into an old broken down motel and took a job as a waitress to the cafe across the street; working for five hours for twenty bucks a day.

What Else
Sam, as you can see, is a female who looks revelatory young for her actual age. She looked to be about 14 years old but is really 17 years old, soon to be 18. Her body is a slender hour glass figure with a medium sized bust. Her hair is long and dyed a bright blue color to distinguish herself from the rest of these people. She has bright teal eyes that almost glow when she isn't baked on the latest drugs and her complexion is flawless; again, when she isn't baked. She reaches only to about 5'2; pretty short. She weighs about 123 pounds and is found with bulging headphones on and listening to music. Her favorite dress appeal is basically normal blue jeans with a band tee on or what ever. She doesn't really care much about when she wears as long as she is wearing something. Same with make up.

Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Silence
That burning feeling.
red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our God now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say, "under."
I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine.
When pining away my time.
Within sin with no redemption we will find our souls and
the shells they're kept in all wasted away.
Blessed are the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We'll stop upon dimes.
And he constructed us all in El Segundo, as the shivering children prayed.
Demons in, demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.
Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.
It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling.
In the sun I've got this for you it's under my fingernails.
I brought this for you.
It's typically Sunday.
I'm digging a hole.

That burning feeling.
Red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our god now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say,
Under.
I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine.
When pining away my time.
Within sin
With no redemption
We will find our souls
and the shells they're kept in
all wasted away.
Blessed are the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we
are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We'll stop upon dimes.
and hed constructed us all in El Segundo,
as the shivering children pray.
Demons in
demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.
Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.
It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling.
In the sun
I've got this for you
it's under my finger nails.
I brought this for you.
It's typically Sunday.
I'm digging a hole.

So begins...

Samantha Headwoods.'s Story