Post by cherlin aia birch on Apr 11, 2012 14:56:39 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME Cherlin Aia Birch, but everyone calls her Cherry. Her brother sometimes calls her Linny AGE & DOB 24 | August 18th HOMETOWN Valkyrie, California ETHNICITY white, mostly Danish, with some Swedish and Italian mixed in. LANGUAGES SPOKEN English, Spanish, Portuguese, French, and conversational in Swahili and Hindi, in the process of learning korean... she travels a lot and works with civilians, she's studied language since she was a kid. SEXUAL ORIENTATION Free love all around, but relationships have only ever been with men HAIR COLOR blonde, sometimes dies it brown.[/size] EYE COLOR blue/grey HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'9" | 130lbs DISTINGUISHING MARKS She has a koi fish yinyang on her hip, and the Coexist logo very small across her inner wrist. As well as a scar on her shoulder from being shot. LIKES/DISLIKES likes: traveling, parties, taking care of people, people who stand up for what they believe, talking back, humor, realists who accept the good and bad, good friends, good times, breaking into places, being care free when you can, grape and orange soda, swimming in natural water sources, skinny dipping, sex, being barefoot in the sand. natural drugs as long as they're taken responsibly, running, dancing, music, laughter, etc. dislikes: walls, cages, rules, doormats, being idle in any sense of the term, diet white sodas, addicts and others who are stupid with how they use drugs or drink, killers, politicians, the government, oppressors, anyone who agrees with the Brown Scare, ignorance, bigotry, selfishness, people who get so angry with how hard their lives are but have no education on the rest of the world. People who think the US Government has never done anything bad in terms of war and terrorism. Liars, optimists who deny when bad things happen and cynics who deny when the good things happen. . STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES Strengths: Cherry is a well-traveled, well read woman. She's caring and tends to keep her priorities in check. She can act immature at times but she is at the end of the day, incredibly wise. She's tough, after everything she's seen, she's still happy most of the time, which says a lot. Weaknesses: Cherry refuses to acknowledge that she could have any bad feelings and maintains that she is always happy and grateful because there are people who have it worse. She forces everything down. She can judge to harshly on Americans in general. with what she's seen around the world, unless it's some extreme personal problems, she kind of rolls her eyes when people complain about their lives. She's sometimes too outspoken, it's hard for her to understand the whole "time & place" thing. She has no problem with most criminals because she knows about a lot of the crap the USA government has pulled against the World court and the UN Council and she just sees it as hypocritical and above all hypocrisy seems to be the one trait she can not tolerate in anyone. SECRETS Has killed men. It was in self defense when a village she was staying in as part of hunger relief was attacked by guerillas who were targeting civilians but it is a secret because she can't talk about it. More secrets from her travels include being forced to watch a kid be butchered. Trying her hardest but failing to save lives in the MSF hospitals. But her biggest secret is that when she was in Rwanda, it was after the large genocide obviously since that was in 94 but there were still rebel tutsis and hateful hutus that would lash out, like street gangs. She and others were trying to get some families somewhere safe and in the mess, lost hold of the hand of a young teenager. When she looked for him, he was already being pulled away by their attackers. Frightened and not sure if she could do anything, she turned away and kept going. The 14 year old boy died and Cherry basically thinks she killed him. |
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PERSONALITY
- when you first meet her
Cherry is a friendly, outgoing, energetic kind of personality. She was always good at making friends. She is goofy, good sense of humor, sarcastic. Always making fun in non-serious ways. She just has a lot of energy in her. She is a bit of a party girl. She's wacky and goof, very athletic and into sports. not afraid to get dirty. she tends to dress feminine but personality is very much a tomboy. - when you're getting to know her
Cherry is a party girl with a big problem being told she can't do anything. She is not the type to accept or deal with people telling her what she can and can't do something. Ever since she was a kid, she has had a habit of getting in trouble for trespassing and breaking and entering. She still does it all the time although she is much better at it now. She would not count herself as a criminal though, because as much as she doesn't follow the law, she doesn't break the law in order to sustain herself. She doesn't really steal much of anything, sometimes for fun. She can be a bit of a bad influence.
She can also be an incredibly good influence because as much trouble as she can be, she is a good friend. She's incredibly caring. And since she's kept herself up on world issues, she knows and cares about a lot of places far away. She has traveled the world trying to make the world a better place and seen suffering left and right. Met grown men who break down and weep when you give them a small glass of clean water because they're so thankful. Cherry really appreciates everything she has and she is a bit judgmental of those who aren't grateful for what they have. But she's incredible, always working, always moving. She always needs to be helping somehow, even if she's back in Valkyrie for awhile.
Cherry is stubborn and when she feels threatened or annoyed she can end up turning into an incredibly bitchy person, incredibly quickly. She has a fiery temper, a sharp tongue, and a good mind. She's definitely quirky, the type of girl who was friends with all the cliques in high school except the cheerleaders and jocks because she hated them even though they first tried to recruit her. She loves sci fi, amusement parks. She knows her guns, from her Italian family. She's likes to shoot bottles and stuff right outside valkyrie as a way to cool off. - when you truly know her
Vulnerable, guilt ridden. lonely, exhausted, compartmentalized, She has no problem with most criminals because she knows about a lot of the crap the USA government has pulled against the World court and the UN Council and she just sees it as hypocritical and above all hypocrisy seems to be the one trait she can not tolerate in anyone.
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FAMILY LIFE
"My family was awesome. I don't care what people read in the paper and how my dad was some sort of evil, demonic swamp thing from planet kriptor, he was an amazing father and he still is, even if he's behind bars, and I can personally guarantee you that when he does eventually bite the big one, his funeral will be bigger than any of those so called "public servants" who put him away. You're fucking naive if you think the rest of the political world is somehow cleaner than my dad. You know, at least he wasn't trying to take away the right to peaceful protest. He's a good dad. So what if he was a crook? Every CEO in the country is a crook. My mother was darling woman. I miss her a lot. My dad always said I got my heart from her, and my head from him. My brother and I are close even though we haven't lived in the same house hold since forever. He opted to live with and be trained by our Italian family but we saw him all the time. He's a gem, we get on each other's nerves in normal sibling ways but we care about eachother. It's my twin sister and I who have the whole iffy relationship but, get into that later. Oh and for the record, only my family can call me Linny. Just like only family can call my brother Tor, and my sister Lissy. "
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
carl jed birch - 54 - ex-mayor of valkyrie
imprisoned - father - okay w/cherry
caley murie birch - deceased at 42 -
volunteer organizer - mother - was close
carter torin birch - 26 - Sniper/Gunman
brother - close w/cherry but annoyed at times
calista - - birch - 24 - art thief/con-artist
twin sister - love/hate w/ cherry
imprisoned - father - okay w/cherry
caley murie birch - deceased at 42 -
volunteer organizer - mother - was close
carter torin birch - 26 - Sniper/Gunman
brother - close w/cherry but annoyed at times
calista - - birch - 24 - art thief/con-artist
twin sister - love/hate w/ cherry
HISTORY
"My dad? Carl Birch, was home grown in the the bronx. He had never been a criminal but he had never been that appalled by criminals either. Many of his friends were in gangs. Carl worked hard in school. He needed to get out of the shithole he was born into. He took care of his mother, his father had darted out them. He grew up respecting family more than anything, after that, it was all about the money. People who are born into the middle class and up have no idea how important money is. They have no real idea what it's like to not have beds to sleep on, no electricity, eating their food out of a cooler if they even had that. But he was lucky, why? His mom's disability check and his after school job was enough to keep them with a roof over their heads and running water. He would never not appreciate that. But he wanted better things for himself and his mother and his future kids, meaning us. He wanted to take care of things. So he found a way to. No, not crime, not yet. You guessed it. College!
He got into Valkyrie University across the country and moved him and his mother there. He was practically all covered with scholarships, dealt the difference with financial aid. He got into law school and while he was in law school he met my mom. 'most god damn beautiful thing in the world she was, it was sickening.' He would always say. So they dated. When he proposed, my mom decided to tell him. Now, my mother's maiden name was DeBruin but HER mother's maiden name was Giovanni, as in the Italian Mafia Giovanni's. My mother's mother was the cousin of Fausto Giovanni, who wasn't at the time but is now the leader of the entire mob. It was a bit of a big deal. My mom explained that she wasn't a part of the crime aspect but she was not giving up her family so he would either have to accept them into his life or they could not be together. Yeah... my dad didn't give a rats ass if her family was criminal or not so they got married. My dad got his law degree, passed the bar. He began the road to being a politician, began working for the mayor at that time, right as my mom got pregnant with my lovely older brother, Carter Torin, whom I call Tory most of the time. But he calls me Linny so we're even.
But I am a bit ahead of myself, since I am not born yet in this part of the story... you are a stickler for detail, aren't you?... although, now that I think about it, nothing really important happens after Carter until me so hey! skippin' ahead. My birth was the single most... beautiful thing for my mom. I was the easiest for her to give birth to, mostly because my twin sister was born first, mom was already stretched out for my arrival. So, even though Calista, or Lissy as we called her, although again, no one outside of the family was allowed to call her that, Lissy always tried to rub it in that she was older. But the way I explained it to people was that she was the dry chicken dinner, ten minutes later, came me, the delicious desert everyone actually wanted. We're kinda bitchy sorry, continuing. I was born. I had officially arrived.
We grew up together. Me, Lissy, and Tory. Our mom took care of us mostly when we were really young. We all looked like such a happy normal family. And we were happy, normal... depends on who you ask. From day one though me and Lissy never got along. Tor ended up taking more of the middle kid role trying to keep us from killing each other, Lissy acted the oldest, and yeah, I was definitely the youngest. In childhood was when Lissy and me got started with our rivalry. You see, our mother was wonderful. She really was. Beautiful, graceful, smart, kind. My mom worked as a volunteer, organizing benefits and such. She had spent a summer in Rwanda before the war in 94. But she knew a lot about human rights and international politics. I always was fascinated by the complexity of the issues. The emotional and horrific sides of it I didn't get until I was older. But my mother and I connected because of that. I always respected her for how much of her time she was willing to give and to not get paid. Lissy hated me for it. Lissy wasn't really interested in what mom did. She was more interested in... herself? She always tried to get mom's attention by being the most beautiful she could be. But mom would just try to explain that she didn't care about appearances and neither should Lissy and then I would go along with mom to an event. Lissy got along well with Tor but at the same time, he was good for her to talk to, he never really hung out with her because he was into different things than her. Tor and I hung out all the time, play fought, played sports, I was always trying to tag along.
I guess, part of why she hated me was jealousy. I was close to mom, she wasn't. Mom didn't try to ignore Lissy but... you know how things go. Mom honestly was more focused on trying to get me and Lissy to be civil to each other. For twins we are the two most drastically different people. Lissy did however get to be Dad's favorite, she was his little girl, they both loved art. I was like another son to him. He loved me, he still does but I was never as close to him as I wanted to be, Lissy reveled in being his favorite, tried to rub it in to pay me back for being mom's. So then I tried to rub it in her face, and we both just told each other it's just cause we're kids, when we get older we'll be better. Well, so much for that. Oh but uh... sorry, while all of this was happening, my father got elected to be the Governor. I was five? I think... wait it's 2012, no, I was four! Because of the election years. awesome anyways, I dug our dad being mayor.
Now, him being elected provided a certain opportunity for our less reputable Italian relatives. They sort of decided to tap into him, offered to get him on the payroll, told him it would ensure his kids and wife being taken care of, they were all family now anyways, my dad honestly was not that hard to sell. He was good at keeping his connection with the Italians quiet too. Now, my siblings and I had all known a lot of the Italian side, were friends with many of them, distant cousins essentially. But Carter took to them more than Lissy and I ever did. Even as a kid he was a natural shot. I was pretty good. Lissy refused to touch a gun at that time. No, when one of our italian family members would pick us up to hang out, they would take us outside of valkyrie to shoot bottles for target practice, still one of my favorite passtimes, and while us kids all got a kick out of it, even if at that age they were mostly bb guns, Lissy would turn up her nose and read a book on art or something with ear plugs in.
Anyways, when Tor, or Carter, if you're getting confused, when he turned thirteen, the Italians and our dad spoke with him. Asked him if he wanted to be like the Italians. Carter always loved them, he was good at it, he enjoyed being praised and he said yes. But since dad was the mayor, it would be very difficult to have Carter constantly going to them to train. So he told the press that Carter was going to be home schooled. And Carter went to live in the Giovanni mansion. But believe me, my dad found ways for him and us to visit all the time. It wasn't that hard, we saw them before, but this time Carter would go home with them instead of us. That really sent Lissy and I at each others throats. When we were fourteen, my mother was driving us to school. We were fighting, like always. My mother tried to get us to shut up, the car swerved off road, flipped. Lissy and I were fine but mom was in a coma for a year before we pulled the plug and buried her. I always blamed Lissy, she always blamed me, but honestly, I think more than that, we were both terrified the other was right.
After that I decided that I would get a start on what I had wanted to do, which was to follow in my mother's footsteps. The only problem was that my mother did it from a comfortable distance, I wanted to see the world as I helped. Dad wouldn't let me go. I was too young, which I probably was. I rebelled by beginning to date. My dad and Carter would try to scare away any boys. My behavior was and is erratic, not gonna lie. I had issues with the cops, I liked breaking into places for fun. I don't know, I just really hate seeing fences and walls and do not enter signs. Restrictions get under my skin. When I was fifteen, I went to a party. Got drunk and well... how should I put this? My friend and I were angry at the government and all the crap going on in politics and the bush administration and decided setting a post office on fire was the best way to deal with it. It was closed no one got hurt. Problem was I dropped my school ID... So with the help of some handy dandy italians, I said goodbye to my dad, carter and calista and took off to finish school in South Africa, where I used the lacked supervision to my advantage and began working with different aid groups
Once I was 18, my father called to tell me he had been able to call a few favors, work his contacts and the warrant for my arrest had disappeared, I could come home. I did for a bit. By the time I got there Lissy had left for college, but I spent time with family and friends for a couple months before telling them I had to go. That i was going with the grassroots campaign to nicaragua. and after that probably argentina and more. My dad was terrified for me. So was carter... they were right to be. I may not have been an innocent type of person before but i was naive. I had seen hardened criminals that were family men and saw me as family. I was not prepared for desperate poor starving men with machetes and guns who saw me as the person helping the civilians who caused their pain. who saw me as the white man trying to force them to be like us. as the bitch woman who spoke against them. I started traveling around South America. I watched a girl about 8 and her brother who was six, and their mother, I watched them with a gun to my head, as they were killed for trying to stop the men from ruining their father's crops. But I helped build a school, got clean running water to a village. It was worth the danger. But I needed to go home. So I visited Valkyrie, saw friends family. I couldn't talk about it. Just tried to pretend that it wasn't... it was almost too easy to pretend like California was in a different universe, a different reality. I needed to go again. I couldn't be here knowing what was out there.
I hopped a plane with an NGO to Somalia. There I worked as an unofficial volunteer at an MSF hospital. I had to help hold a man down as they sawed off his foot which was badly infected, even though, had he been in a western country, they probably couldn't have saved it but they didn't have the money for the right treatments and it was either cut it off or let the infection spread. Those hospitals are over crowded, hot, you can smell the sweat and blood and urine and puss, absolutely vile, but I saved lives. And during the few moments of rest, I loved hanging out with doctors and the patients, so much fun. Cigarettes and sex were everywhere, it was sort of how everyone dealt with the stress. No big drinking and no drugs though, simply because they couldn't impair cognitive response since they were basically always on call. I don't respect anyone more than I respect MSF workers. Real experience. There was something almost more heartfelt about hospitals there. It's like the less people have, the more generous they are.
Uh... after Somalia it was to Ethiopia, hunger relief. After that, stopped in the Sudan, also for hungry relief. From there to Libya, provide heathcare. After Libya, we went south to Uganda, delivering aids medication. Then from there to Rwanda. And Rwanda of course is still recovering from the genocide in 94. And there is still tension between the hutu and the tutsis. We were building houses in a village that had been completely destroyed. We were attacked. The group I was working with all tried to get the families into the shelters. I was running and grabbed the hand of a 14 year old boy. But in the shuffle, I lost his hand. I didn't even notice until I was by the door and he wasn't next me. I looked behind me, and he was getting pulled away by our attackers. He was at least two football fields away I - there were people shooting everywhere, I turned away and ran into the shelter, leaving behind. When they left and we were able to come out again, I saw the boys dead body on the road leading away from the village. I turned my back on him. I killed him. I didn't know how to deal with that.
After Rwanda, I took a trip to South Africa. Visited some of the people I stayed with when I was a teen. They took care of me again, I was traumatized. They got me back on my feet and that was when I got a call from Carter telling me Dad was arrested. So I high tailed it back to california. I want to be here for my family and honestly, it'll be nice to do some awareness and fundraising here, at least for awhile. I can't watch more innocent people die because the rest of the world refuses to help them. I need to build my strength up. But I'll go back. One day. for now, I'm going to be a bit selfish, and I am looking forward to air conditioning, a comfortable bed and seeing my friends and family."
[/td][/tr]He got into Valkyrie University across the country and moved him and his mother there. He was practically all covered with scholarships, dealt the difference with financial aid. He got into law school and while he was in law school he met my mom. 'most god damn beautiful thing in the world she was, it was sickening.' He would always say. So they dated. When he proposed, my mom decided to tell him. Now, my mother's maiden name was DeBruin but HER mother's maiden name was Giovanni, as in the Italian Mafia Giovanni's. My mother's mother was the cousin of Fausto Giovanni, who wasn't at the time but is now the leader of the entire mob. It was a bit of a big deal. My mom explained that she wasn't a part of the crime aspect but she was not giving up her family so he would either have to accept them into his life or they could not be together. Yeah... my dad didn't give a rats ass if her family was criminal or not so they got married. My dad got his law degree, passed the bar. He began the road to being a politician, began working for the mayor at that time, right as my mom got pregnant with my lovely older brother, Carter Torin, whom I call Tory most of the time. But he calls me Linny so we're even.
But I am a bit ahead of myself, since I am not born yet in this part of the story... you are a stickler for detail, aren't you?... although, now that I think about it, nothing really important happens after Carter until me so hey! skippin' ahead. My birth was the single most... beautiful thing for my mom. I was the easiest for her to give birth to, mostly because my twin sister was born first, mom was already stretched out for my arrival. So, even though Calista, or Lissy as we called her, although again, no one outside of the family was allowed to call her that, Lissy always tried to rub it in that she was older. But the way I explained it to people was that she was the dry chicken dinner, ten minutes later, came me, the delicious desert everyone actually wanted. We're kinda bitchy sorry, continuing. I was born. I had officially arrived.
We grew up together. Me, Lissy, and Tory. Our mom took care of us mostly when we were really young. We all looked like such a happy normal family. And we were happy, normal... depends on who you ask. From day one though me and Lissy never got along. Tor ended up taking more of the middle kid role trying to keep us from killing each other, Lissy acted the oldest, and yeah, I was definitely the youngest. In childhood was when Lissy and me got started with our rivalry. You see, our mother was wonderful. She really was. Beautiful, graceful, smart, kind. My mom worked as a volunteer, organizing benefits and such. She had spent a summer in Rwanda before the war in 94. But she knew a lot about human rights and international politics. I always was fascinated by the complexity of the issues. The emotional and horrific sides of it I didn't get until I was older. But my mother and I connected because of that. I always respected her for how much of her time she was willing to give and to not get paid. Lissy hated me for it. Lissy wasn't really interested in what mom did. She was more interested in... herself? She always tried to get mom's attention by being the most beautiful she could be. But mom would just try to explain that she didn't care about appearances and neither should Lissy and then I would go along with mom to an event. Lissy got along well with Tor but at the same time, he was good for her to talk to, he never really hung out with her because he was into different things than her. Tor and I hung out all the time, play fought, played sports, I was always trying to tag along.
I guess, part of why she hated me was jealousy. I was close to mom, she wasn't. Mom didn't try to ignore Lissy but... you know how things go. Mom honestly was more focused on trying to get me and Lissy to be civil to each other. For twins we are the two most drastically different people. Lissy did however get to be Dad's favorite, she was his little girl, they both loved art. I was like another son to him. He loved me, he still does but I was never as close to him as I wanted to be, Lissy reveled in being his favorite, tried to rub it in to pay me back for being mom's. So then I tried to rub it in her face, and we both just told each other it's just cause we're kids, when we get older we'll be better. Well, so much for that. Oh but uh... sorry, while all of this was happening, my father got elected to be the Governor. I was five? I think... wait it's 2012, no, I was four! Because of the election years. awesome anyways, I dug our dad being mayor.
Now, him being elected provided a certain opportunity for our less reputable Italian relatives. They sort of decided to tap into him, offered to get him on the payroll, told him it would ensure his kids and wife being taken care of, they were all family now anyways, my dad honestly was not that hard to sell. He was good at keeping his connection with the Italians quiet too. Now, my siblings and I had all known a lot of the Italian side, were friends with many of them, distant cousins essentially. But Carter took to them more than Lissy and I ever did. Even as a kid he was a natural shot. I was pretty good. Lissy refused to touch a gun at that time. No, when one of our italian family members would pick us up to hang out, they would take us outside of valkyrie to shoot bottles for target practice, still one of my favorite passtimes, and while us kids all got a kick out of it, even if at that age they were mostly bb guns, Lissy would turn up her nose and read a book on art or something with ear plugs in.
Anyways, when Tor, or Carter, if you're getting confused, when he turned thirteen, the Italians and our dad spoke with him. Asked him if he wanted to be like the Italians. Carter always loved them, he was good at it, he enjoyed being praised and he said yes. But since dad was the mayor, it would be very difficult to have Carter constantly going to them to train. So he told the press that Carter was going to be home schooled. And Carter went to live in the Giovanni mansion. But believe me, my dad found ways for him and us to visit all the time. It wasn't that hard, we saw them before, but this time Carter would go home with them instead of us. That really sent Lissy and I at each others throats. When we were fourteen, my mother was driving us to school. We were fighting, like always. My mother tried to get us to shut up, the car swerved off road, flipped. Lissy and I were fine but mom was in a coma for a year before we pulled the plug and buried her. I always blamed Lissy, she always blamed me, but honestly, I think more than that, we were both terrified the other was right.
After that I decided that I would get a start on what I had wanted to do, which was to follow in my mother's footsteps. The only problem was that my mother did it from a comfortable distance, I wanted to see the world as I helped. Dad wouldn't let me go. I was too young, which I probably was. I rebelled by beginning to date. My dad and Carter would try to scare away any boys. My behavior was and is erratic, not gonna lie. I had issues with the cops, I liked breaking into places for fun. I don't know, I just really hate seeing fences and walls and do not enter signs. Restrictions get under my skin. When I was fifteen, I went to a party. Got drunk and well... how should I put this? My friend and I were angry at the government and all the crap going on in politics and the bush administration and decided setting a post office on fire was the best way to deal with it. It was closed no one got hurt. Problem was I dropped my school ID... So with the help of some handy dandy italians, I said goodbye to my dad, carter and calista and took off to finish school in South Africa, where I used the lacked supervision to my advantage and began working with different aid groups
Once I was 18, my father called to tell me he had been able to call a few favors, work his contacts and the warrant for my arrest had disappeared, I could come home. I did for a bit. By the time I got there Lissy had left for college, but I spent time with family and friends for a couple months before telling them I had to go. That i was going with the grassroots campaign to nicaragua. and after that probably argentina and more. My dad was terrified for me. So was carter... they were right to be. I may not have been an innocent type of person before but i was naive. I had seen hardened criminals that were family men and saw me as family. I was not prepared for desperate poor starving men with machetes and guns who saw me as the person helping the civilians who caused their pain. who saw me as the white man trying to force them to be like us. as the bitch woman who spoke against them. I started traveling around South America. I watched a girl about 8 and her brother who was six, and their mother, I watched them with a gun to my head, as they were killed for trying to stop the men from ruining their father's crops. But I helped build a school, got clean running water to a village. It was worth the danger. But I needed to go home. So I visited Valkyrie, saw friends family. I couldn't talk about it. Just tried to pretend that it wasn't... it was almost too easy to pretend like California was in a different universe, a different reality. I needed to go again. I couldn't be here knowing what was out there.
I hopped a plane with an NGO to Somalia. There I worked as an unofficial volunteer at an MSF hospital. I had to help hold a man down as they sawed off his foot which was badly infected, even though, had he been in a western country, they probably couldn't have saved it but they didn't have the money for the right treatments and it was either cut it off or let the infection spread. Those hospitals are over crowded, hot, you can smell the sweat and blood and urine and puss, absolutely vile, but I saved lives. And during the few moments of rest, I loved hanging out with doctors and the patients, so much fun. Cigarettes and sex were everywhere, it was sort of how everyone dealt with the stress. No big drinking and no drugs though, simply because they couldn't impair cognitive response since they were basically always on call. I don't respect anyone more than I respect MSF workers. Real experience. There was something almost more heartfelt about hospitals there. It's like the less people have, the more generous they are.
Uh... after Somalia it was to Ethiopia, hunger relief. After that, stopped in the Sudan, also for hungry relief. From there to Libya, provide heathcare. After Libya, we went south to Uganda, delivering aids medication. Then from there to Rwanda. And Rwanda of course is still recovering from the genocide in 94. And there is still tension between the hutu and the tutsis. We were building houses in a village that had been completely destroyed. We were attacked. The group I was working with all tried to get the families into the shelters. I was running and grabbed the hand of a 14 year old boy. But in the shuffle, I lost his hand. I didn't even notice until I was by the door and he wasn't next me. I looked behind me, and he was getting pulled away by our attackers. He was at least two football fields away I - there were people shooting everywhere, I turned away and ran into the shelter, leaving behind. When they left and we were able to come out again, I saw the boys dead body on the road leading away from the village. I turned my back on him. I killed him. I didn't know how to deal with that.
After Rwanda, I took a trip to South Africa. Visited some of the people I stayed with when I was a teen. They took care of me again, I was traumatized. They got me back on my feet and that was when I got a call from Carter telling me Dad was arrested. So I high tailed it back to california. I want to be here for my family and honestly, it'll be nice to do some awareness and fundraising here, at least for awhile. I can't watch more innocent people die because the rest of the world refuses to help them. I need to build my strength up. But I'll go back. One day. for now, I'm going to be a bit selfish, and I am looking forward to air conditioning, a comfortable bed and seeing my friends and family."
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ALIAS anna
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE 4398.
OTHER CHARACTERS all outsiders
HOW'D YOU FIND US? been here
RP SAMPLE
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE 4398.
OTHER CHARACTERS all outsiders
HOW'D YOU FIND US? been here
RP SAMPLE
must be at least 500 words, since that is our wc minimum.
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