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Brea Love

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a character in “Outcast Boulevard”, originally authored by WrittenInSilverInk, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Brea Rose Love
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Age
“21...” 18

Gender/Role
“Role like in a play?” Girl 2

Occupation
“Are you the police?” Brea has sold some drugs and had sex for money. Right now though right now she is a waitress though.

Appearance
“I’m super skinny. Tell me I’m super skinny!” She suffered from anorexia and was bulimic for a very long time, since she was 14 actually so she is very skinny. She is 5’5 and only weighs 100 pounds. She doesn’t look that bad though, you can’t see her rib cage unless she sucks in, if a passerby looked they would just see someone very skinny they would not suspect an eating disorder. She has long brown wavy that goes about mid-way down her back. Her eyes are big a blue, they are really pretty. She bites her nails so they are always very short. She paints her toe nails because she bites her finger nails. She has an in-between skin tone, it’s not too tan and not too pale. She can’t go outside during the summer without sunscreen for over 15 minutes. She has very high cheek bones, and two dimples. He clothes are not even close to appropriate.

Personality
“Ummm..”Brea is a big rule breaker. She doesn’t even get why there is rules, she thinks there shouldn’t be any because rules chose your life. She is stubborn and wouldn’t take no for an answer not matter what it is about. She acts like she is strong but that us all and act, she sometimes wishes she could just go back to her parents. She can’t flirt to save her life and I promise you that is a fact. She hates being around people that are in a bad mood, and she makes it her own goal to make them happy.

Likes
“Drugs”
Reading
Rain
Music
Country Music
Reading
Blue
Light Pink
Singing
Science

Dislikes
“My parents”
Storms
Bugs
Rude People
Not Being Home
Crying
Mad People

Fears
“Nothing I’m Fearless”
She has a fear of storms. A deathly fear of storms they have scared her to death since she was 10 and a tornado almost hit her house.

History
“UGH I hated that class”
Brea grew up in a good home, her parents made plenty of money. Both where lawyers, so they weren’t home much. Brea spent a lot of time with nannies and at daycare. She became a bit stuck up. All through elementary and middle school she was popular but that changed quickly because she was mean. All of her friends left her and she was alone and friendless. She was lost, so she became friends with bad people. They did drugs and slept around. Brea became just like them. Then she started to make herself throw up, because guys didn’t want to sleep with a fat girl they thought she was ugly. Throwing up made her feel pretty again. She was only 14 her nannies watched her every move making sure she didn’t do anything stupid so it wasn’t long until they found out she was anorexic and bulimic. Her parents wanted to send her away, to get her help but she refused. They thought her parents were just trying to get rid of because she was just a big problem in their life, but they really just wanted to help her. If only she would have realized that sooner. She wishes she could go back now but she can’t it’s already too late.

So begins...

Brea Love's Story

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Character Portrait: Aspen Rivera Character Portrait: Jessa Van Zandt Character Portrait: Brea Love Character Portrait: Zack Turriff
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nau·se·a
noun
1. sickness at the stomach, especially when accompanied by a loathing for food and an involuntary impulse to vomit.


The last few weeks had been Hell on her stomach. She couldn't smell or eat anything without the sudden urge to throw up. For a little while, she had just blamed the flu. This was a just a really bad flu. What else could it be? Was she just having bad luck and getting food poisoning constantly? But of course, these things would never last this long and she had never gotten so sick in her life before. Her immune system was generally strong and would attack illness like an angry pit bull. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and pulled away from the rim of the toilet, leaning against the shower. She was running out of excuses not to take that damn pregnancy test.

She glared at the box on the counter, waiting there, unopened and menacing. She was only a couple a little late, a two months or so, and for her that wasn't uncommon; the amount of stress in her life was more than enough to keep 'it' away. Jessa stood up, still a little shaky, and grabbed the little pink box. The picture-perfect-model printed on the surface looked so happy, looking down at her positive test. Why couldn't they have a model for people like her? People who were terrified? People who clearly weren't ready to have a baby? She popped open the box, the tear making a quiet rip, , and pulled out the stick that could possibly change her life forever. And not in a good way.

It only took her a few minutes to read the instructions and follow them. Now she just had to play the waiting game. Ticktock, ticktock. After the appropriate amount of time had passed, she had somehow summoned up enough courage to actually look at the damn thing. She picked it up, staring at it for a long time. It was not the results she had been hoping for. It was not the results anyone her age would hope for. Instead of one blue line, there was two. It was positive. She was pregnant; eighteen and pregnant with no real job and no real boyfriend. She threw the box away and the test with it. No amounting of praying would erase that second line.

She didn't know what else to do, other than go about her usual routine of getting ready. She brushed her teeth, showered, got dressed, the usual, trying to ignore what she had just discovered. At the end of the day, Jessa knew she would have to tell someone. Aspen, maybe? Brea? Anyone besides Zack would do, anyone at all. After all, how do you tell the father that you're pregnant when you don't even want the fucking baby?

She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. It was hot today, but thank God they had finally fixed the air conditioner. It was one thing that everyone could check of their list of things to worry about.

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Brea hated work, she hated the people with screaming kids, and the people making out in a public place. That is one thing Brea hasn’t done, make out in a public place.
She walked out of the little café, she looked back shook he head then waved down a taxi. When she got in she closed he eyes for a second just resting. Then she told the taxi driver where to go, which was home. She was going to change before she went to go see Luke. She was wearing her works tee shirts with the café’s name one it.
When she walked in she yelled, “Hey everyone!” She hoped no one was still asleep because then they would be mad at her. She walked upstairs. She changed from her work shirt to a Hollister shirt and kept her jeans that she was wearing before on. She took her hair out of the pony tail it was in before and put it in a lose side braid. She figured that her hair must look bad, she did it without a mirror.
Brea grabbed her purse then walked back down stairs, “BYE EVERYONE,” she yelled. This time she didn’t care who she woke up. She just walked out of the door.
She got another taxi. She thought signaling down a taxi was a pain in the ass. She got in the taxi which looked exactly the same as the one she had before except this driver was a guy not a girl. She gave him the address to where she wanted to go then sat back and relaxed.
When she finally got to where Luke lives, she was glad to get out of the taxi. The drive wasn’t long but she hated taxis with a passion.

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#, as written by Mela
Luke had been eating his Oreos, watching Numb3rs all the while, when he heard a car pull up by the apartment, and smiled, glancing at the clock. That had to be Brea. He took his empty glass into the kitchen along with the rest of the Oreos, placing those in the cupboard. Glass ended up in the dishwasher, then he stretched while walking to the front door, knowing Brea would be at it right about now. Just as she was about to knock, he opened the door, smiling at her. "Hey beautiful," he said, pulling her into a hug, getting her inside in the process. Then he kissed her softly and shut the door behind her. "How was work?" He then asked, and gave her a soft squeeze, still smiling down at her; brown eyes soft and loving.

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Brea was about to knock when the door opened. Luke opened the door and said , "Hey beautiful," before pulling her into hug which also got her inside. She smiled at him, she loved being called beautiful. She kissed her but she didn’t kiss back. Not because she was mad or rude or anything she just didn’t. After he quit kissing her, she got on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek. She was barely able to reach his cheek because she is so short.

"How was work?" he asked her. Brea rolled her eyes. “I hate it, I had to wake up early this morning” she said, he voice sounded pissed. She needed at least 12 hours of sleep or she would be in a bad mood, she only got 6 hours of sleep. Brea was already considering quitting, she was the worst worker and she already knew it. If she quit though she would go back to all the drug crap and she was already in trouble with the law from before.

“So how’s school,” she asked then said, “I hated school, which must be why I dropped out when I was what 14? 15?” After Brea ran away she didn’t bother with school, she didn’t have time for it. If she had gone to school, she would now be done with her senior year. Well actually she would probably be held back because it would be impossible to get homework and other stuff done where she was living because so many people meant that it would be loud. Who can do homework and study when it is loud? Not her.

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"you know... that really isn't something you should be proud of, love." Brea grinned at him then said, “Well I am proud of it.” She wasn’t serious, of course she wasn’t. She sometimes wonders what life would be like with her parents, after she got out of rehab. She wouldn’t ever have to worry about money, just no freedom. It is not a secret that Brea liked to be free, she hates to be told what to do.

Luke kissed her forehead and Brea smiled at him. "Would you like anything? Simon and Joe pretty much just stockpiled the entire kitchen with food." He asked her. Brea shook her head and said, “no,” at the same time. She had met Luke’s roommates, they seemed nice.

“Where I live there seems to never be food, mostly because we’re not big fans of shopping. But we seem to always have beer, and there is usually drugs hidden somewhere in the house too.” She didn’t deal drugs anymore, way to dangerous. She was only into dealing drugs for about 4 months. Brea never got addicted to drugs, she would just try them once or twice then quit. She did drink and smoke though.

Now thinking about her jobs she remembered the question she wanted to ask Luke. “Do you sometimes feel like I’m cheating on you?” she asked. She was talking about the whole sex for money thing. She knew he didn’t like that she did that, but she wasn’t sure if he thought of it as cheating. She didn’t, they were just random stupid guys. She had to it was her job. It was how she got food, how she paid to get around, it was what kept her alive.

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#, as written by Mela
“Where I live there seems to never be food, mostly because we’re not big fans of shopping. But we seem to always have beer, and there is usually drugs hidden somewhere in the house too.” Brea said, making Luke shake his head, wry smile on his lips, but he didn't comment. He'd already told her he didn't like the drug-thing, but that if she felt comfortable around them, with the chance of being caught by the police, then that was up to her. He wasn't one to take charge of other people's lives, even if that someone was his girlfriend. A girlfriend who, though she was 18, clearly needed help. She barely ate, everyone could see that, though he suspected she'd always been slight of build, and she still sold her self. Something she didn't personally seem to mind. It was odd; most women he knew, and he knew a lot, would rather die than do something so degrading to themselves. Brea was different, and he didn't understand her. Not even a bit.

Speaking of the devil, her next words were so in tune with his thoughts, it sort of startled him; “Do you sometimes feel like I’m cheating on you?” Uh oh, his mind immediately peeped, alarmed. "Huh?" he just said, buying himself some time to think. This was a question he'd dreaded every hearing her ask, especially because he didn't know quite how he should reply. He could say no, but then she'd assume he didn't care enough about her, and besides.. it would be somewhat a lie, and Luke hated lying. Then there was the yes option, but that would make him seem like the possessive boyfriend who got easily jealous, and tried to control his girlfriend. Though saying yes wouldn't be entirely true either. There was absolutely no way of winning here.

So in stead of answering her actual question, Luke answered with one of his own, "wait... why do you ask?". He actually wanted to know. It seemed so random, and he was always curious as to what went on in her head. He let her out of his embrace and took her hand in stead, leading her towards the couch with him. Then he sat, pulling her down onto his lap, arms wounding loosely around her waist again.