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| User: | cidra (123764) Cidra.Barone.
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| Name: | Cidra Barone | |||||||||
| Website: | Cidra Barone | |||||||||
| Location: | United States | |||||||||
| AOL IM: |  cidrab (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Info LAYER ONE: Name: Cidra Barone... sometimes there's a middle name, sometimes there isn't, depends on my mood. Nickname: Cid Birth date: May 5, 1983 Age: 25 Birthplace:New York, New York Current Location: Eye Color: Brownish Hazel Hair Color: Black Height: 5'2" Weight: 100lbs Righty or Lefty: Right Zodiac Sign: Hell if I know Occupation: Dancer Family: Father: Jack Corrigan, Mother: Marina Deveraux Sister: Tierney Deveraux Allred, Brother: Dane Corrigan, Daughter: Phoenix Barone Pets: Shithead, french bulldog  LAYER TWO: Your heritage: No idea. I know it doesn't count, but my adopted dad was Italian. The shoes you wore today: My pointe shoes, I wear them every day at some point. Your weakness: Haha... nice try. I have 3, you're not finding out. Your fears: I'm not afraid of anything. That's usually my problem. Goal(s): Get through the next six months, after that, we'll see. LAYER THREE: Your most overused phrase on AIM: Fucking Your first waking thoughts: "How many more days until my next day off?" Your best physical feature: Uh... I don't have one. Your most missed memory: None of your business.  LAYER FOUR: Pepsi or Coke: Water McDonald's or Burger King: Are you serious? Gross. Single or group dates: Single Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Water. Chocolate or vanilla: Neither. Cappuccino or coffee: WATER. LAYER FIVE: Smoke: More than I should, but I've gotten better with it. Cuss: Fuck no. Sing: Not anymore. Take a shower everyday: I'm not that big of a freak. Yes, hygiene is a priority. Do you think you've been in love: Pass. College: HA. Liked high school: I never went for more than a day or two at a time. Get married: ... Believe in yourself: Someone has to. Get motion sickness: No. Think you're attractive: No. Think you're a health freak: A freak, yes. Get along with your parent(s): No. Like thunderstorms: Yes. Play an instrument: No.  LAYER SIX: In the past month... Drank alcohol: Yeah. Smoked: Yes. Done a drug: Yes. Made Out: Yes. Gone to the mall?: Yeah. Eaten sushi: No. Made homemade cookies: Yeah. Gone skinny dipping: No. Dyed your hair: Ha. Stolen Anything: Ha. LAYER SEVEN: Ever... Played a game that required removal of clothing: Is it a game if you were paid? Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes. Been caught "doing something": Yes. Been called a tease: Yes. Gotten beaten up: Yes, frequently. Shoplifted: Yes.  LAYER EIGHT: Age you hope to be married: Ha. Numbers and Names of Children: Phoenix Barone Describe your Dream Wedding: Ha. How do you want to die: In a fire. What did you want to be when you grew up: Sane and beautiful and normal. A girl can dream. LAYER NINE: Number of drugs taken illegally: How many drugs are considered illegal? Number of people I could trust with my life: 1. Number of CDs that I own: Guessing... 100. Number of piercings: 7. Number of tattoos: 3. Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: More than I know. Number of scars on my body: More than I know. 6 good ones that I remember getting. Number of things in my past that I regret: I only regret getting caught.  Herstory Little known about her past, even less can be predicted of her future, Cidra has always been and will always be a beautiful disaster. The product of addict parents and a mother who was likely a prostitute, she was abandoned at birth and put into the state of New York's foster system. An adoptive family had stepped forward relatively early in her life, but once they met the unruly, fussy baby with the large unusual eyes, they changed their mind and chose a different child instead. For the next 12 years, Cidra was shifted between group homes, foster homes and juvenile detention centers, for not only was she a fussy baby, she was a rather troublesome child as well. The one place she found peace and an outlet for her growing aggression and early emotional problems was in the ballet studio, a place she'd found by accident when one foster home enrolled her in classes, a place that became the only true home she ever felt she had. Although she excelled in dance, showing a rare talent for her age and background, it did not save her from the streets or herself. Just three months shy of her thirteenth birthday, Cidra found herself facing possible jail time as an adult for a serious assault charge. That was when things began to change in her favor, at least for a brief amount of time. The charges remanded back to juvenile court, she was adopted by a wealthy, successful lawyer who had seen her come in and out of court for years and gotten to know her. Although he took her in and improved her living conditions and managed to somewhat keep her out of trouble, there was little he could do about her mental health. He brought her to the best doctors, enrolled her in the best schools and dance studios, but by fifteen, she had been hospitalized twice for either harming herself or someone else. On the advice of a noted psychiatrist and friend, he had his adopted daughter sent to a specialized clinic to get the care and treatment he believed they could give her. The horror stories about those places were true though, and it was nearly a year before she was able to go home. The next three years, for Cidra, were more of the same, hospitalizations, living on the streets, and getting into trouble again. Her adoptive father died of a heart attack and she was left alone once again to fend for herself. After her most recent release, she fudged a resume, went on a few auditions and but was unable to do much for herself. Deciding to fall back on her inheritence from her father's passing, she did the next best thing and opened up her own club, a burlesque review where she could call all the shots, do whatever she liked and didn't have to answer to anyone but herself. The club excelleced and turned into a chain of establishments across the country. Yearning to go back to the simple life, and wanting to take a break from the hectic life of managing a business, Cidra sold her businesses for a hefty amount and decided to 'retire' with her family to the islands. Journal Entry, October 2006 I walked home from the studio the other night and passed a pet shop. The usual kind, with puppies in the window, the kind of place kids stop in front of and stare at the dogs and beg their parents to go inside and buy. But it was late, and all of the puppies were asleep. Except this one ugly, angry little crossed eyed pug who kept barking and running head first into the glass, trying his damndest to break his way out. And it suddenly occurred to me that I'm that little dog. Ugly and angry and fighting against something I can't even see right in front of my face and getting nowhere doing it. And I'm just breaking myself down fighting, fighting, fighting, day after day, hour after hour and never making any damn progress. I was half tempted to break into that damn store and set that little dog free. Just to give him some relief, God knows I can't get any of my own. But where would that dog run to? Where am I running to? I don't know. Like that stupid dog, more than likely, it's smarter and safer for me to stay here and keep banging my head against the glass, but it's giving me one hell of a headache. And I can't take anymore right now. I'm not as strong as I used to be. Or maybe I never was, I was just blind to it all and now that I can think somewhat clearly I see it now. Either way... I feel trapped. Stuck behind the glass and clawing for relief. For someone to see me, to free me. For someone to want me, to have a place to call home, a place to belong. But I'm like that fucking dog. Too ugly and too stupid and too fucked up for anyone to want. Just the freak they point and laugh and stare at and then move on to something or someone lovely. I think this is the clearest train of thought I've had in over a week. Is that depressing or encouraging? Does it matter? I have two weeks worth of meds left.  Storylines Under Construction | |||||||||
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