Post by DILLAN JOHANSON on Apr 2, 2011 19:20:59 GMT -5
DILLAN "ANGEL" JOHANSON
"Just as well they never see
The hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love
To one already dead!"
"Just as well they never see
The hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love
To one already dead!"
nineteen-night walker/barmaid/ship woman-bitter-liar-desperate
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The most treasured thing to any Johanson woman was always her reputation. We were women of stature and decorum, and I know my mother is rolling in her grave at the sight of me now, walking the streets at night.
I am one of three daughters of Arabelle and Percival Johanson. We were very well off, living in the lap of luxury. I was almost literally born with a silver spoon in my mouth; it was a tradition to place a silver spoon in every child's mouth after they were borne in our family. We were spoiled and haughty people. We use to walk down the streets of London and throw water on the beggars, because we were too high up to even spit on them.
People spit on me now all the time.
Things went downhill when pirates stole my fathers goods from a ship. We lost a lot of money from that theft, enough to knock us right off the lap of luxury into the streets. We were not even rich enough to stay in England. We moved right to Tortuga.
For the first time in our lives we all had to work.
My sisters and I worked with my mother as tailors and embroiders. There wasn't much market for clothes on a pirating island though, and we soon ran out of money. My mother got sick, and soon died. We would always say she died of shame.
My father realized that taking care of three daughters was not the life for him, and he left us. We were all alone.
My sisters took the easy route. They quickly attached themselves to awful guys and married them, letting themselves at least be taken care of while they were away pirating. But I, I took the high road. I decided I had to much pride for that.
Where's my pride now?
I began to work at the bar and became a maid there. I did my job well, and I ignored the flirts and drunks who would grab at me. What could they possibly do to me. I was still a Johanson woman.
They could do a lot to me.
It was late one night when I was leaving my shift at the bar. Some random drunk pulled me away into an alley. I tried to fight, but he told me to relax, that this was what I deserved, that this was what women were made for.
And just like that I had a new job.
They called me Angel on the streets, cause I always dressed in white, standing near the candles in windows. I think it gives a nice glow, don't you? And during the day I clean the ships of pirates who are in deck. I do them 'favors' too. It depends on where I am during the night. If I have to pay rent, I'm on the street. If I'm feeling honest, I'm in a bar.
All men are jerks. In fact, most people just want something from you. And the only way to protect yourself is to not trust anyone. People only want to hurt you these days, especially on Tortuga. You don't trust them if you want to get by. They're only good for one thing, and that's paying the rent. Just make sure that you don't trust anyone but yourself.
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i'm guessers and i play barnaby too and i love brittany snow. !
