Cruel Hazel (Zakariah)
| Ya got a name? | *looks up* Yeah. | |
| Ah, that was an easy one. How bout a REAL name? | Hazel Zakariah. Good enough? | |
| What about a nickname? | Cruel Hazel | |
| How'd ya get it? | I don't gotta tell you. I'm cruel, remember? *smirks* | |
| How old are ya? | Sixteen years of chaos and countin'. | |
| Whaddaya look like? *receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question. | Jeez, I don't see why. I don't know, I'm about 5"2, I guess. Long brown hair, I'm thin, hazel eyes, medium skin... that good enough for yah? | |
| I'm assuming you have a personality. What's it like? | *rolls her eyes* Like that. I'm not an easy person to get close to anyway. I don't know, I take things as they come. Everything's luck, see? Something good happens, fine. Something bad happens, fine. I live for now, I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. | |
| Ya know your history? | Yeah, I do. You wanna hear it? Well aren't you nosy? My parents didn't give a damn about me. they weren't mean or anything, they just didn't care about me. They were apathetic. That's worse than hatin' me, you know? Love, hate, they're two emotions that are pretty closely related. Hate ain't the opposite of love. Apathy is. Anyway, I ran away and when I came back, they had moved. No forwarding address. So I'm here. Listen, why don't I just open another old wound so you can rub some salt in it? Eh? | |
| M-hm. I see. Got any friends or relatives? | Nah. | |
| You got a special someone? |
A special what? Cripes,
that's an optimistic question, ain't it? |
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| Anything else you wanna let us know? | *shrugs* Nah. |