calling all angels.

[dakota roscoe]

sydney welcomes dakota amandyne roscoe .

full name ,

dakota amandyne roscoe.

birth date ,

june eleventh.

age ,

twenty.

home town ,

cape town, south africa.

education ,

university student.

relationship status ,

single.

family ,

cassandra roscoe, forty six, art dealer.
carter roscoe, forty seven, art critic.

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welcome to our beautiful city. tell us now, how exactly did you end up in sydney ?

well, i lived my whole life in cape town and i kind of wanted a change of scenery. there are a lot of good colleges in the united states, but i never felt like i'd fit in there. i needed somewhere relaxed, where i could really fit in - somewhere a lot like cape town. all my friends who'd been to sydney said it was a lot like south africa, so i figured it'd be a great place to end up. i applied for university here right after i finished my last year of school and got accepted. not very interesting, but then i moved out here and my parents agreed to pay for an apartment and what have you. it's a decent deal if you ask me. we'll see where the future takes me.

what is the most important thing that happened to you ?

it sounds kind of silly, but the first time i was actually recognized for my artwork, that was a great day. i don't see things the way people do because of my condition, so my work is unique - or so people tell me. i kind of submitted a few pictures as a joke to please my art teacher, but when i got awards for them, it kinda through me off balance. i make a bit of money as a ... well, the best word for it is a paparazzi photographer, but that's not it. i get hired to go out to like musical gigs and take pictures of the band or what not. i get passes so i can get good angles and what have you. so i guess that winning my first award is what really made me want the job i have now. pretty good, i'd say.

now, tell us a bit about your background.

well, my family is a bit weird. my parents and their parents and all my family way back when have all been into the arts. some of them were into music, some into dancing and others into actually painted art. that'd be my parents. both of them are heavily involved in the art, and since south africa has it's own style completely, the work they facilitate is worth a lot. so, we live pretty nicely, but it's not like i ever showed it off anyway. my parents were pretty good at staying down to earth, despite being well respected and having money and what not. my parents and i have always been in a bit of a rift, since i don't appreciate art the same way. i'm color blind, so i could never really see what they were talking about. black and white photography is my thing, and they don't really consider it art. it's not as if my parents hate me for something i can't control, but i know they wish i was into what they consider to be real art. i don't really care for dancing much and my talent with music is strictly limited to listening to it - thought i do enjoy taking pictures of musicians and trying to capture the moment. the point is, my family has always been well off, and if my parents suddenly died, i'd have enough money to live out the rest of my life without ever working.

everyone has dreams and plans for the future, and you're surely no exception. tell us a bit about them, if you don't mind.

i'm not very good at thinking into the future. i've found that when i do, it just gives me a headache. i don't plan more than a week in advance, which kinda gets me in trouble sometimes. i guess my hopes and dreams would probably be to be able to continue photography as a profession and maybe find someone to stay with. i'm not a sucker for love or anything, but hey, i don't like being alone.

what is a normal day like for you ?

hmm, well my day is pretty boring for the most part. i get up at around seven so i can go run before my classes in the morning - i'm a bit of an early bird. i grab breakfast and have my two daily classes and finish just before lunch. i usually get lunch from the cafe on campus and then go to the beach. if the weather's good, then i'll surf or just swim in the ocean for a while, and if it's not, i'll just take a roll or two of film and then go home. i'll spend a couple of hours in my darkroom developing stuff and then do whatever i have planned for the night. sometimes i go out, sometimes i stay at home and watch movies - though it's mostly the latter. i'm not really a big people person for the most part, so if i go out it's just to look after my friends. i'm the designated driver.

now, time for the last question. name three things you can't live without ?

my film camera, cheetos and the ocean.

hello, wl&c. this is zazu and i'm seventeen. i'll be using ashley greene as a play by for my character, who is a usyd student. oh, by the way, you can reach me via msn or aim. and well, that's about it !

the the irony of the situation was how in love frankie’s parents had been. she’d never been lacking for love in her family, but she loathed it so much. if anyone had been around during the time when she’d lost her mother, it would’ve made perfect sense. she’d been old enough to know when things weren’t what they seemed, and though her dad always said he was fine, she knew he wasn’t. he didn’t spend his nights with her anymore, nor did he seem to have any time for her at all. instead of becoming closer to his daughter to keep any reminder of his wife, he pushed her away and left her with as many nannies as he could find. at first she’d thought he’d get over it and start being the father she remembered, but over time she came to realize that nothing was going back to the way it was, and there started her streak of rebellion. she wanted to cause mayhem to make him pay attention, as backwards as it was. she had to do everything and anything to get him to not look right through her, and she hadn’t broken the habit. in her very backwards mind, frankie seemed to believe that if she wasn’t hurting and stupid anymore, bentley would have no reason to stay her friend. if she didn’t need him to pick up the pieces, then what would he stick around for? she acted out and let herself do stupid things, because she had convinced herself it was the only way he’d pay attention to her. eight years without getting attention just because someone cared about her, had instilled her with some pretty messed up values and she knew it – in the back of her mind. in her most conscious mind, she couldn’t see the correlation at all. she didn’t want to say she had daddy issues, which was entirely the case. her dad had fucked her up, and he hadn’t ever even touched her. in fact, it was the lack of affection that killed her. her life itself was ironic.

bentley never got angry with her, no matter how stupid she acted and no matter how many times she came over, looking like shit and fucked up. he was always so sympathetic, letting her crash on his bed or couch, even climbing into bed with her when she was upset and unable to sleep on her own. knowing what she did now, she realized how hard it must have been torture for him to sleep next to her, knowing he was in love with her, with her only wanting him to be her friend and confidant. she’d never realized how bad it must’ve been for him to see her come over, knowing she’d picked another bad guy instead of him. without a doubt, he was the only person who wasn’t related to her, who actually cared about her well being. tyger worried about her, but that was because they were cousins, and frankie tried to keep a lot from her. she was dealing with her own stuff, she didn’t need frankie’s drama as well. he was so calm with her, and he gave her so much more than she deserved. it was probably the reason she was so startled by his raised voice and the violent jerking movements. she took the clothes as he handed them to her, mind reeling. she wasn’t used to him being angry at her, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. she knew he wanted her to put the clothes back on, but she was so confused and filled with thoughts, she couldn’t coordinate it. she watched him walk away, his eyes saying what his words wouldn’t. she dropped her clothes on the couch as she walked after him, knowing she couldn’t just let this go. she followed him, closing the door behind her, standing there watching him. his words filtered through her mind, unable to come up with an appropriate response. she was usually so composed, able to brush things off, but this she couldn't.

as she saw the tears rolling down his cheeks, she felt something she’d never felt before. her heart was hurting where it sat, and she felt like she was about to break in two. so this is what it felt like to feel like your heart was breaking. she was completely clear headed, something she almost never was. her system had no alcohol, no drugs and not even a trace of nicotine. her mind was clear and she knew anything she did, wouldn’t be blamed on outside influences. how could she let him sit there and be so miserable over her? she wasn’t worth it. her stomach was in knots as she walked over to him, not having bothered to put anything back on. she walked slowly, stopping short in front of bentley and allowing her small fingers to find the spaces between his, fitting perfectly in a way she thought was just something in story books. she placed one knee on either side of him, sitting on him lap as she found his eyes with hers, her tone pleading as she let her forehead rest against his, “please bent, don’t cry. i’m the one who’s supposed to cry over you, not the other way around.” she didn’t know what she was supposed to do, unable to make the tears stop. she wasn’t supposed to be the one to fix things, but she knew she had to. it was her fault they were broken, and for once in her life, she had to take responsibility for her actions. she had to admit that he was right, admit that she needed to see things for what they truly were. bentley had always been there for her, and now all she could do was be there for him. her words fell short, since she’d never been the best at saying the right thing. she knew she could make him listen though, with her actions. she could tell him everything her words failed to say.

unlinking her fingers from his, she ran them up his arms until they held his face in her hands, running over the line of his jaw. she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his eyelids gently, moving her hands to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. her voice was soft and sorrowful as she spoke, “i’m so sorry bent. i never meant to hurt you – you have to believe me. everything you just said is true, and i’m so sorry i’ve never acknowledged it before. right now, my life is … just messed up. the only part of my life i can count on is you. i’m so sorry i was so scared you might leave me, since i ended up doing more harm than good.” she could feel the pressure behind her eyes that usually preceded her crying, but she couldn’t let herself do that. she felt so guilty and horrible. she was crying for him, because of everything she’d messed up. she rubbed her eyes to keep the tears at bay before she gently brushed her nose against his, so unsure of the gestures she was making. no one was ever gentle with her, but she wanted her body to say the things her words couldn’t. gingerly she pressed her lips against his, astounded at the lightning that raced through her. never before had she thought to kiss him, and never before had anything like that happened. she ran her fingers over her lips before speaking again, “i know i should be living a better life, but i don’t know much else. all i know, is that if love is feeling miserable when you’re sad, and feeling lightning in my veins when i kiss you, then … i guess i’m so very much in love with you. i'm terrified, and i have to wonder why it took so long for me to see it.” to prove her point, she leaned in to kiss him a second time, just as gentle as the first one, her hands cupping his face more, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she prayed he knew how serious she was.

[THE ADMINS]

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