BURN THE EVIDENCE ( dallas james hadley )

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D allas J ames H adley
the bittersweet rogue.

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Valkyrie Academy

About The Roleplayer:


Name: Asia. AKA jack the ripper.
Age: nearly seventee.
Gender: Female.
Years Roleplaying: Nine years longer than you.
Some Basic Interests: killing people.
being a bitch with tess.
inner circles.
my friends.


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Name: Dallas James Hadley.
Alias: Hadley, Dallas, DJ.
Age: eighteen.
Gender: male.
School Year: twelve ( senior ).
Art Interest: stage acting.
Job: DJ at Bare.
Originated From: Princeton, New Jersey.
Parents: Ross Hadley. Sixty. father.
Julia Hadley. Thirty-five. mother.
Relatives: Hayden Hadley. Sixteen. sister.
Foster family - ? ? ? ? ? ?
Portrayed By: Stephen Colletti.
Picture:

Appearance: If you look around today, even just a little bit, you'll see something. Billboards, magazines, television commercials, posters, music...everything. For the 2000s, the media has taken over the world of appearances. If you don't look like Kate Moss - minus the heroine thing - why, you're not worth anything.For as long as anyone could remember, the rulers of the world decided on what you should look like. In the 1950s, it was Marilyn Monroe with her platinum blonde hair, red lipstick and hourglass shape. During the 1990s, it was the teen stars who rebelled against everything mainstream, and rocked out with their grungy fashions, messy hair and strange make-up. However, as the world began to age, and it soon entered the 2000s, a new phenomenon came into place: body image. For the first time in years, starlets began the crazy diets, and made it a must-have to become thin. As the years passed, this obsession transitioned into the real world, and – eventually – people everywhere were obsessed with being tall, muscular, having long hair and dressing like a star. But for Dallas Hadley? He never had a choice in what he should look like. He was one of the few people in American who didn't have skinny models shoved in his face all day, everyday. You see, behind the closed doors of the First Sun religion group - AKA that cult hell with smelly cats - no one ever had a choice. The women teased their hair and wore modestly ugly dresses. The men wore baggy suit trousers and ironed dress shirts. It was how it was. And what the head nun person says, goes.

We all know it. No one will admit it – but it’s there. Just look around, worthless minion. Who around Valkyrie Academy didn’t belong on the cover of magazines?

Even in a place like a religious cult, appearances are beginning to matter more and more. He didn't know how, and had didn't really care, but it was happening. I can only imagine what it was like in the outside world. He and his sister had only been in the foster care system for a couple of days, and, already, Dallas was beginning to notice more and more of his gender beginning to care about their appreanaces. Gone are the days of rolling out of bed in the morning, I guess? Now, straight men are becoming was we all like to call “metrosexual”. The kind of guy who likes to look nice, takes care of himself, you know the type. By nature, DJ Hadley was different from many of the people he knew. He had been born with the rebellious attitude to never take anything overly seriously. He found everything in this stupid church to be one, big fat secret joke. He was never caught dead in the strange get-ups his father wore every day of the week. Both Ross and Julia had been blessed with thick, healthy heads of hair. The way they styled them left somehting to be desired, but that was all because of Father Christmas. Both of their children were blessed with the same thing. While Hayden had always kept her hair long and styled, Dallas had kept his in the neat, groomed style mandatory for all slaves. Ever since arriving in Valkyrie, he had skipped in with every other person with the windblown spikes. Simple and brainless. He loved it.

Why is that, no matter the level of your self-esteem, that you always like your eyes? Seriously, now. If you had bright brown eyes, you were nothing special. If you had icy blue eyes, you were nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe if you have one bright blue eye and a dark red one, people would think you're unique - but that's about it. You use your eyes to see things, and nothing more. The people with the big, blue eyes are always mistakened for beautiful. The ones with narrow, green eyes are often called sly and clever. And the people left with the average brown eyes? Nothing special for them, sorry. Like many children, DJ inherited his eyes directing from his father. The almond shape and hazel coloring matched the two Hadley men perfectly. His eyes would sparkle when he smiled, just like his father's. They would go dark when he was angry, just like his father's. They would glaze over from last, or gleam and dance when he was happy. The one thing Ross Hadley never had in his eyes was a spark. That constant fire that would shimmer and sparkle at all times. Julia was the one who had that. The never-ending spectrum of youth radiating through her bifocals. Both Hayden and Dallas had inherited that. They weren't special or out of the ordinary. They were average and boring. Just like everyone else.

At an intimidating six feet, three inches, Ross Hadley was easily seen as a scary man. With a naturally large frame, he carried the majority of his bulk in his torso, with wide shoulders and a broad back. His dignified jaw line and constant frown happened to be contributing factors to this as well. Goes along perfectly with his "get the hell out of here" attitude. Julia Hadley, on the other hand, was of long, thin stature. At a modest heigh of five feet, six inches, the repressed woman had been thin and blonde for her entire life. Like the slut in a Catholic school. Apart from inheriting his father's eyes, Dallas James Hadley looked nothing like his father. He didn't really look like his mother, either. More like some distant cousin nobody talked to anymore because they smelled bad. With a fairly delicate facial structure and a charming smile, he was sure to fit in perfectly at Valkyrie Academy. With the pale skin that tanned easily, looked airbrushed and never burnt, he was sure to fit in with everyone else in California as well. Sounds fantastic. Not everybody needs to know about his fucked up family.

For people who lead such dark, repressed lives, you'd think the Hadley family would be carriers of horrific genetics. Strangely enough, it hadn't really been the case. Sure, none of their children looked like their parents, but what did that matter? Everything was a happy medium on the outside. While Ross had been built like a retired wrestler, both of the children coming from Julia - with her husband, at least - were built with her long, lanky frame. At a solid six feet, he really was nothing out of the ordinary. As someone who preffered to participate in sports such as soccer and volleyball, he had never been the type to bench-press 350 - who does that anymore? With a lighter body mass than most of Valkyrie's male population, it was easy to say nobody would ever consider Dallas to be the 'big man on campus'. While he was, by no means, the skinny little geek who never left the computer lab, his physique wasn't something many people envied. It was more like the bodies every teenage boy had when he was fourteen or fifteen, and never ended up growing out of it. Made of up limbs, DJ Hadley certainly didn't fit the cliched bill. Did he ever?

While wandering around Valkyrie Academy’s posh campus, Nate had never failed to notice the level of style many of the students had. In slim cut pants, short skirts and trendy items. A handful of people dressed in skinny pants, black shirts and colored hair. Others wore nothing but sweat pants and sweaters. Some girls only dressed in argyle, pearls and flat shoes. A minority of people draped themselves in black, wore only turtlenecks with fedoras and trench coats. A select few only wear business-esque attire out in public: suits, button down shirts and dress pants. Dallas Hadley had been raised in a repressed world where nothing ever made sense to him. While he never knew what it was like to live normally, he had never bought into the religious crap pushed on him thirty hours out of the twenty-four avaliable each day. Even now, with less than two weeks of Valkyrie under his belt, he was already knowing what to do. It was just his nature. He wasn't much of a slob, but didn't look like he was going down a runway either. Trendier, sure. But nothing flashy. All depends on where he's living.

Personality:

[+] The Good ;;

`` THE SWEET EYES.

Something tells me that being raised in a place like some controversial cult would make you bitter and angry. Especially if you're released from those boundaries before you die, and you realize what the hell you've been missing out on. Truth be told, Dallas Hadley was like that quite a bit of the time. He hated where he came from, and hated how much he had missed. I mean, who wouldn't? However, deep down there somewhere, he wasn't like everyone else. Maybe it was because he was born that way. Maybe it was because he swore never to be like his parents. And maybe it was just because he didn't see himself acting any other way. But, despite his reputation and love for trouble, Dallas really is a sweet person. Maybe not the whole flowers-romantic walk on the beach-posh dinner-chocolates sort of sweet; but he definitely wasn't a bastard. He wasn't one to trash talk, and had never been fond of seeing others disappointed. I mean, come on. How could anyone just watch a pretty girl cry? Especially if you were the one who did it. While many of his latest counterparts were the stingy, cocky bastards you usually reserve for television, DJ had never considered him to be one of them. His tendancies were similar, sure, but he never did that crap. Never. His past was one where you'd either come out being bitter and angry, or mellow and confused. He came out bitter and mellow. But a charming smile, sparkling eyes and an extroverted personality either stereotypes you as a complete bastard or a sweet guy. Guess which one this guy is.

`` THE CHARMING SMILE.

I'd guess that being sweet but appealing, you'd have to be charming as well. Really, you'd think Dallas James Hadley had been raised in an everyday home rather than...that. Really. The moment the police released him into the foster care system, his entire personality hadn't changed. While in those god forbidden grounds of the church, he had been the same way as he was now. He was sweet to the older women, always offering to help them do whatever. He'd always smile at the strict fathers, pretending not to be doing anything in particular. Because, if you really thought about it, the First Sun Church cult wasn't that different from everyday living. A little behind on the times, maybe. And the punishments were very 1950s. Hell, his entire world had been in the 1950s for the first eighteen odd years of his life. But most of the parents were loving to their children. No one was punished for no reason - they were punished for moronic reasons. But his mother hadn't neglected him or Hayden on an everyday basis. She yelled at them the same any other parent would. As a result, DJ had managed to flex his charm muscle quite a bit for the older women populating their fucked up little bubble. Now, as an everyday teenager, it worked quite well on the younger generations of the opposite sex. He apologized just the right way. He laughed at all the right jokes. He smiled at the perfect times. He was loyal to his friends and offered an ear. A little manipulative when it came to the things he loved, sure, but what did that matter? He was always able to make a pretty girl smile at just the right times while he brought her down with her. Friendly little notes and symbolic little items. Generous compliments and the 'let's do it now!' attitude. He might not have been as charming as a stereotypical Italian, but it seemed to be working.

`` THE EXTROVERTED ACTOR.

When you think of an actor, what do you think of? It's usually something along the lines of - freak, crazy, insane, outgoing, happy, talented, psychotic. And any combination of said traits. Well, you'd probably be right. Nearly all of Hollywood's talented actors are one or more of those things. They always smile and wave at the camera. They're not afraid of doing something stupid in public. And they definitely weren't shy. Even at a young age, Dallas James Hadley wasn't afraid of the public. He never really hesitated in going over to talk to the other children in his class. He always put his hand up first to put on some sort of presentation. He loved people looking at him, he loved to entertain them. Like a circus monkey, only better looking. At an early age, he discovered within himself that love of being something else. Imagining that he was in some far-off land where none of this religious crap mattered to anyone. He could be who he wanted to be without any fear of what others would think. He could say what he wanted to say. Kind of like some sort of living dream-world. When you're stuck in the middle of some stupid church land, there really isn't a whole lot to do. As the years passed, DJ became more and more extroverted - his favorite passtime was socializing with others. With that, he became more and more talented as an actor; he had to play so many different characters during his childhood, it was easy to see why. But now? In the real world, it will be interesting to see those talents put to good use. Smile, say hello back - it really won't hurt.

[+] The Bad;;

`` THE BITTERSWEET SUGAR.

For someone as good-natured as Dallas Hadley, it's a difficult thing to get him angry. It's even more difficult to get him frustrated. As a person who always has a smile on his face, you never really know what's lurking beneath the surface, do you? It happens all the time. People pretend to be okay, when they're pondering the thought of finally shooting themselves in the head later on. But not him. No, never the good, honest son of the lovely Hadley couple. No sir, he would never do anything to upset anyone, the sweet kid. For the first eighteen odd years of his life, DJ wasn't a bitter guy. He wasn't like anyone else in that little cult they liked to call a 'religious support group', but what did that matter? Everyone around him was stiff and forced, happy but not. You know? The mothers smiled lovingly at their eleven children, caring for all of them equally. The fathers wouldn't often speak to their sons, only to demand a chore be done. It wasn't a bad life, just a repressed one. And we all know that both of the children of Julia and Ross Hadley don't do repressed. Ever since their parents arrest, DJ merely chose to become bitter about his past. Bitter about the fact he missed out on, literally, his entire childhood. All he got to look forward to was two more years of being a teenager, but what did that matter? He was basically legal now. Of sweet nature, there is always that bitter tone to his voice. The odd cynical comment. The occasional unimpressed gleam in his eyes. Always the expression like something more is going on. But hey, he's extroverted, sweet and charming. It was an unknown to the rest of the world at this point. Throw him into a dirty situation, and then you'll see the bitter, angry side of Dallas James. Just wait.

`` THE TROUBLEMAKING RULES.

It's common knowledge nowadays that many people are born with the natural impulse to cause trouble. It's just in their blood. They have to see the reactions of authority when someone pulls a harmless prank on them. They have to hang out to see the consequences to those who got blamed for the deed they didn't commit. At the very least, they stick around to see the aftermath of an accident. Talk about dirty laundry. You see, Dallas James was born into a world in which his mind was not proper. He was supposed to be classy and respectful, not rebellious and sarcastic. Ever since he was young, DJ was always the class clown. In the beginning, who would really care? His harmless little jokes made people smile, they never hurt anyone. But, as we all know, as you grow up, your personality traits intensify and grow as well. Many people, once they reach their teenage years, forget their former prankster ways. Not this Hadley. As he continued to mature, his taste for trouble simply got more powerful, for the worst. Harmless pranks soon turned in to destructive chaos. For the past eighteen years, he'd hurt countless people with his good-gone-bad pranking. In the real world, that calibre would have lost people their jobs, gotten his classmates expelled, and a fair few of his friends arrested. But, being in that stupid cult had simply put that trait into overdrive. Maybe it won't seem like a big deal with a sparkling eye and charming smile, but just wait until he pulls one on you. Definitely not a bright spot of his rebellious side, not anymore.

`` THE TELLING SUSPICION.

It's always been widely known that the human race isn't the most plesant of all species. In fact, they'd probably have killed themselves off if it wasn't for the power that they hold. Just think about it. With great power, comes great responsibility. And, sometimes, with great responsibility comes to need to abuse that power. Isn't that what humans have been doing for the past two thousand years? Either way, we all need plugs to keep that information coming, don't we? People are capable are doing horrific things, and we have every right to think anything could happen at any second. People who have seen bad things in their lives, too, have every right to be suspicious. Dallas James Hadley had never seen someone get shot. He had never seen anyone get raped. He hadn't even watched someone shoot up a potential overdose. He had never witnessed anything that most people would declare as "bad". But he had seen people's lives get torn apart by constant verbal harrassment; and he had seen eight year old girls nearly die of starvation because they didn't dust the living room well enough. If that wasn't bad, then what as it? After eighteen years of seeing shit like that, he had every right to be a little hesitant about things. He had helped someone tell the outside world about one of the worst things in the world - that had been a big step for him. Ever since arriving in Valkyrie? Poor boy has a bad case of the "what do I do now?s" Pity, really. He's a suspicious little one, I'll give you that. A suspicious one without much of a conscience for when to tell on someone, and when to keep his mouth shut. Bound to get someone in trouble.

[+] The Ugly ;;

`` THE DRAG RACING COPS.

Dallas James Hadley was born with what many call a free spirit. Single minded to the point of recklessness. That's what the therapist the police services had appointed him just after his parents were arrested said. They seemed to think that he needed to be evaluated. Like the trauma of having his parents, and everyone else he ever knew, arrested and tried for multiple criminal charges was something that would end his life. For some people, I'm sure it was. They would have to grow up surrounded by strangers, having to support themselves with no family for the rest of their days. Charming story, really. But for the Hadley children? It wasn't really. It had been Hayden who had made that call, so why would she be overly upset? And Dallas, as bitter as he was about his past, had never had any real love for his parents. But, like any average teenager, he was simply irritated by the entire situation. Your whole world - no matter how disgusting it is - is suddenly turned upside down, and you're pushed into this strange new bubble that was too posh for its own good. But we all have to find ways to rebel against things, don't we? Even if you fit in a place like Valkyrie, you rebel with drugs or alcohol. Whatever it is, you find it. Dallas James found street-racing.

The street racing culture is most significant in Southern California, and many state that the art of drag racing was invented in Los Angeles. Ever since he and his sister moved to California, the former cult member has been scouted the local culture - or lack there of. His few days spent in LA, they were surrounded by rebels with sleek cars and angry motives. But in Valkyrie? There isn't even a smidgen of the highly illegal form of racing. Looks like we'll have to change that, eh?

Likes: +dares dares dares.
+street races.
+drag racing.
+causing trouble.
+wandering around.
+slushies.
+a beautiful face.
+his sister.
+making others smile.
+getting revenge.
+acting.
+getting his point across.
+making others speechless.
+doing the impossible.
+knowing things.
+risking his life.
+sunglasses.
+blondes.

Dislikes: -long-term relationships.
-religion.
-his past.
-knowing his weaknesses.
-being seen.
-getting hurt.
-rules and boundaries.
-"short leashes".
-his parents.
-getting caught.
-therapy.
-cults of any kind.
-cages.
-abuse.

Flaws:

• cocky but spineless at the same time.
  
• sweet but not.
  
• knows more than he should. all the time.
  
• causes more trouble that anyone should.
  
• won't say no to a dare.
  
• will get in trouble for others.
  
• easily suspicious.
  
• can't say no to a pretty girl.
  

Secrets:

• used to be a religious cult member.
  
• has been physically abused, verbally harassed and starved.
  
• was the reason many people were arrested.
  

Living Situation: not quite sure yet, heh.
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For The Valkyrie Academy Admin:

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Read the Rules?: what rules?
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Roleplaying Sample: nine years worth, thanks. (:
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History:

( BEFORE IT ALL )
For the past two thousand years, religion has always been a prominant part of society. It determined who you believed in. It determined who, in turn, believed in you. It determined your social standing. It could even determined whether you deserved to live or not. For something that it supposed to be so delicately powerful, it sure has caused a whole lot of hell in the world. Millions of people have died because of who they were raised to depend on. Hundreds of thousands have been hurt, both mentally and physically, because of what they believe. Higher power or not, religion has always been something to follow around Earth's inhabitants. However, at the end, it was up to the individual whether they chose to believe or not. How much they believed. How much it effected their life. It was all up to one person, them. You can't just force some stupid rules into someone's head if they think the entire thing is a pathetic joke. Everyone will just end up looking like morons. However, when it came to the Hadley family, no one had a choice. What the parentals said, went. So, if you thought everything was a joke, it didn't matter. You would be beaten and broken until you finally admit that you know they are right. And, unfortunately for us all, both Julia and Ross Hadley had been raised in fiercely religious homes. There were crosses nailed to every sqaure inch of the house. You would say grace three times at each meal. It was expected that you follow those thousand year olds rules that some old guy with a beard and walking stick said were crucial to your sanity. Or, in this case, insanity. You were to prey ninety billion times a day, just to make sure the big guy upstairs heard you the first eighty nine billion times. You attended church a few times a week and read the bible for pleasure. No television, unless it was educationally religious. You go to a private school where you wear ugly uniforms and never speak of the opposite sex until you are a mature adult. Sounds just charming, doesn't it?

Charming or not, this was the way it was. And still is.

You see, Julia and Ross Hadley had never been in what most people would call your average, boring marriage. Not at all. See, Ross had been born as a member of the "First Sun" religious organization. For his entire life, the strict man was a strong part of the church. Once the leading priest - or was some other guy in a weird robe - declared they would move onto the next step, he jumped at the chance. A incredibly large ditch of land was purchased just outside of Princeton, New Jersey. All of the church's active members picked up from their suburban lifestyles and left. Quit their jobs, severed all ties with friends, broke-up with serious significant others. Whatever it took, they did it. They trashed their wardrobes, threw out every superficial product they owned, got haircuts, did whatever it took. Then they disappeared from society. Never to be seen or heard from again. What the fuck? You see, the rest of the world just assumed they all moved or something; that's correct in its own twisted kind of way. You see, cults have always been a large part of secretive American society. And, in the past fifty odd years, religious cults have become increasingly popular. And that's what Ross Hadley did. He severed all ties with his old life and became a member of this one. He wore baggy suits and never spoke out of character. Nothing but the Lord mattered now. But, things need to continue like they always did. Soon, the children in the First Sun Church began to grow and mature into the same ratty old suits and modest dresses that their parents wore. It was a functioning town, with school and work. At thirty-nine, it was his turn to help out. Please enter Julia Smith. Otherwise known as Julia Hadley.

At fifteen years old, her parents had just become members of the mysterious cult. As someone who was raised in an incredibly religious home, she knew nothing else. She teased her hair, didn't wear make-up, and was always seen in the same mouldy green dress. At fifteen, it was her turn to help out where she could. That meant getting involved in the 1950s style womens workforce. Oh, darling, we all know what that means, doesn't it? Until she reached menopause, looks like you're a permanent baby-making machine. That was her new job. These creepy old men would be in relationships with her. They would turn out the lights one evening around seven o'clock, lie down beside her on the lumpy old matress, and pull the covers high over their heads. He would never feel her young, naked body. She would never caress his aging skin. They would robotically lift up their dresses and pull down their dress pants, have unprotected intercourse for several minutes and go about their days. Like it was a sport. By the age of seventeen, Julia had become a full-fledged religious cult slut. She had delivered two children already, who were both in the loving care of other women and their husbands. By seventeen, she was introduced to Ross Hadley, forty-one year old native First Sun member. She had reached the age of marriage, lucky her. The same customs applied in their strict marriage. No real affectionate actions, no undressing in front of one another, and definitely no sex. She wasn't even legal yet and baby number three was on the way. This time, they got to keep it. He would grow up to be strict and classic, with the ratty suits and sexist mannerisms. He would prey every night and be perfect. Just like everyone else's child. Oh, if only they knew.

( BEAUTY IN A CHILD'S EYES )

As you read this application, I think it is been confirmed that Dallas James Hadley finds this entire religious cult thing a bit of a joke. A cruel, fucked up joke, but a joke indeed.

Shortly after Julia's seventeenth and a half birthday, her first real son was brought into the world. Like any healthy baby, he was born perfect. Pink, plump, perfect. Sure, he was born with the help of an unofficially trained birth maid or whatever, but what did that matter? The look on the young girl's face was enough for him to forgive her. She had already given birth to two children, and Ross had fathered countless ones before meeting his too-young wife; but what did it matter? They had their first child together, and he was perfect. He would grow up to be just like his father, have a happy childhood and believe that those stupid commandments are all that mattered. As he continued to grow and mature, it seemed like everything was okay. Like any other useless toddler, Dallas would wordlessly follow each and every demand his father made. No questions asked. He was soon saying grace with them during mealtimes. He was acting just like any young child within the First Sun religious support group. But, there had always been a small problem. You see, while he participated like any good little boy, there had always been something slightly different with Dallas. He wasn't mentally slow by any means - people often commented on his high intelligence - and was never a real problem. But, you know the feeling you sometimes get when something isn't quite right? The way he would hesitate and complain about doing anything his parents demanded him to do. The way he took whatever punishments they dished out without a word. Even the way he would get that dark, lonely expression on his face when he would sneak towards the front gates and watch the people at the edge of Princeton. Any normal parents would be concerned. But, we all know that Ross and Julia Hadley are not normal parents. They're not even normal.

His childhood was boring, I'll say it. Each year was exactly the same as the last. Dallas spoke out against authority, and seemed to gain more pleasure in causing havok than thanking the lord for his dinner. But they just listened to the advice from other parents. Punish him harder, force more on to him, doing whatever it takes, and it will eventually sink in and he'll stop being so rebellious. Really, any normal little boy is the same way. He liked to laugh and smile more than he liked to frown upon "unfaithful folk" - those useless wastes of flesh who didn't wear a cross everywhere they went. For the first twelve odd years of Dallas James Hadley's life, nothing happened. Both he and his younger sister, Hayden, weren't like everyone else. Both had been born with this free spirit rarely seen anywhere today. What choice did everyone have but to deal with it? The mild punishments reserved for young children never worked, and there wasn't a thing they could do about it. Only when Dallas was twelve, and Hayden was ten, did things begin to change. You see, the mind develops mostly during your teenage years, and his was beginning to see another angle on things. Now, they could do things to him.

( TWELVE WAYS OF REALIZING )
Dallas James Hadley had been born with a sharp mind. Not the type of mind that could figure out a complex math problem in a matter of seconds. Nor the kind of mind that could difuse the meaning of Shakespeare in less than an hour. No, he had been born with an odd sort of mindset. He was a smart kid, that much was obviously. But there was more going on upstairs than anyone would have guessed. For the first twelve years of his life, he had been repressed and shielded from the world today. He had a faint idea about what life was for those useless unfaithful folk, but that was it. All he had to rely on was the propaganda shit his parents fed him and the truthful little clues Hayden gave to him when she went with her mother out on the streets of Princeton. You see, he had been born with a bright sense of morals. Like it was his instincts to know right from wrong, truth from lies. For the first twelve years of his life, he actually was beginning to believe what everyone kept preeching to him. He was being raised in an unusually religious household, yes. And he was constantly surrounded by these outside influences, yes. But he had always held strong belief about the individual. While you took after your parents to some degree, there's a reason everyone is different. You are born with your own mind. Even if you don't know it yet, you'll come to realize what you believe and what you don't. Just wait, it will come with time. And, by the time he was a teenager, Dallas had come to realize this. By nature, he was rebellious and cocky. He never had any troubles with self-esteem - which, by the way, you should have if you're a proper...whatever religion his parents were. Catholic? Christian? I'm betting Mormon. They were too cool to indulge in something no one knew about. But, they had been surprising him for his entire life. And he, them.

When you become a teenager, or even a pre-teen, the rules begin to change. Now, I don't know if it works that way in all of these "support groups" or not. But what I do know is that you are considered mature enough to start contributing to your community when you've lost all your teeth. At fourteen, those little girls are put in the dark rooms with those big, creepy men and commanded to become baby-making machines ( they don't believe in the Stork. Or Santa. How depressing. ) By twelve, Dallas was beginning to assist everyone else in their community. Anything from sweeping the streets to cleaning up the house. He felt like a 1950s housewife. Yes, he was smart enough to read those forbidden textbooks that are now mandatory in all educational systems - twisted cults included. The first time he realized something really was wrong? The first time he finally put the pieces of the puzzle together and saw the big picture? When he didn't dust the living room well enough, that's when. You see, when Hayden did something wrong, they would just yell at her. They'd call her horrible, degrading names. They'd insult her in biblical terms. They never hit her. And they never starved her. She wasn't old enough for that yet. Hah, go figures: Dallas had just reached that age. You're twelve now, boy! You're old enough to know what's going on.

It wasn't the yelling his father did when he realized that Dallas had talked back to some nun. It wasn't even the look of disappointed humiliation from his mother. You see, he had been raised to take everything your parents say to the greatest calibre. For a world where individuality was so important, the First Sun Church did anything but support that notion. Everything was because of God. Every good thing you did was because of God. Everytime you prey, you're thanking God for not smiting you. Everything is all thanks to the big guy upstairs. Yup, that's just the way it is. Pity he hated it. You see, as his brain began to mature and develop, new thoughts began to enter his sharp little mind. This all all too fucking bizzare for anyone's good. Normal people didn't raise their children this way. They didn't even have to prey ninety billion times a day. And, DJ Hadley had always been a 'do it now!' sort of person. At age thirteen, he began to rebel. Not little tantrums, but actual rebelling. He said no to commands. He refused to prey. He didn't even sing in the choir anymore. He knew this was wrong, and had no problem doing something against it. Until the punishments really began.

He had been yelled at and verbally abused before; it has always been a part of his daily routine. Get up for school, eat breakfast, have mommy or daddy yelling at you for twenty minutes while you calmly help your little sister get her homework together. When he had been doing the rebellious little things any normal kid does, the punishments had just been that voiced hurt, maybe a smack on the wrist with a ruler. But now that he had 'become a man'? Hardly. The first time he said a soft little 'no' to his father, an icy sort of look had crossed his leathery face. Almost like the look a soldier would get before he shoots someone else. After that usual twenty minutes of calling him a worthless waste of oxygen, he posted a little note up on the fridge. It had the numbers from one to fourteen. At first, what would you think of it? However, the next morning, the 'one' had been crossed off with a sharpie marker. All Dallas had done at the time was raise his eyebrows as his father lay the back of his hand across the boy's back for the very first time. Fourteen days. Fourteen fucking days was the limit for starvation before it became a real crime. He was allowed water, and maybe the odd vitamin to keep him conscious. But that was it. For saying no to his father, he went without food for a full two weeks. For not dusting properly, he got a fierce beating for more than an hour. As he began to rebel more, the more his punishments intensified. It never went to real torture, but it was close enough. Holding him under water for a minute and a half. Not allowing him water for two days. It was like torture, but not really. He wasn't in any pain.

And this was just for the first year.

( TEENAGE ANGST )
People have always said that your teenage years are some of the most important years of your entire life. It's the time when you grow the most, when you develop and mature, when you get those real interests, when you experiment and get into messes, when you can be considered a young adult. Most of the time, all of the happens when you're sixteen, maybe seventeen. But for the Hadley children? They got the full-fledged adult trial period when they were thirteen, maybe fourteen. For the first five odd years of his teenage-life, Dallas James Hadley missed out. He missed out a lot. His was treated just like he ever was, just with more severe punishments. He and Hayden were still forced to prey ninety billion times a day; were still forced to wear those baggy dress pants and conversative dresses; were still forced to be the perfect little Mormons - or whatever religion they were - that they always were. Sounds like the good ol' American fucking dream. Except for the fact that, somehow, the DNA belonging to Julia Hadley and Ross Hadley joined to make two very free-spirited children. Maybe after they discoverd Hayden was the exact same as her older brother, they decided to stop having children together. He was still old enough to put himself into some poor liitle girl, and she was still young enough to have old, creepy men do that to her. Best not cross-contaminate anymore. It was out of the loop for couples to have children with other people, but we don't want ten little DJ's running around. No sir, we do not.

While most teenagers are out experimenting with drugs and alcohol by their fifteenth birthdays, DJ was still as boring as he ever was. The most rebellious thing he had done - besides his constant crossing corners with authority - was take a few well-deserved glances at the fifteen and sixteen year-old girls' rear ends. Okay, so let's face it. Life in the Hadley household wasn't overly interesting. He didn't mess up anymore than a usual teenage boy. He didn't do anything out of the ordinary for a usual teenage boy. The only thing interesting about his upbringing was the fact that both of his parents were heartless, fucked up religious freaks. Can't do much to change that, can we? Until shortly after his eighteenth birthday, nothing changed. By now, DJ had concluded that everything in this stupid religious support group ( he had been punished for saying 'cult' ) was just wrong. No one really lived this way. It wasn't the real way of living, despite all of the efforts his parents had tried during his childhood. Dallas had been born a free spirited person with a sharp mind for when things were right. And, for the past ten or so years, that siren had been going off like an angry shy guy in a bar. Loud, obnoxious and out of control.

Except the day everything finally changed.

It was common knowledge that nobody was allowed to use the single telephone on the entire property. Only the priest or whoever was permitted to make a yearly phone call to the other illegal fucks who were participating in this cruel and unusual world. Dallas himself was smart enough not to touch the 1980s style piece of technology. What are iPods, anyways? While he had been born with a sharp mind, Hayden was the one who had been born with the free attitude. She was never the troublemaker he was - she was too smart for that - but she did undercut everything they didn't believe in. She didn't get the whole 'let's ruin their lives!' fix her brother always needed to have. I'm not sure he did, either. For heaven's sakes, it could lead to something deadly one day! Mind you, it probably would if he didn't get control of himself sooner or later. But it had been his little sister's idea to sneak out of the house in the middle of that hot, steamy afternoon. It was her idea to dodge any and all pieces of useless authority. It had been her idea to break into the backroom of the chuch to twist the dial on the shitty old telephone. Stupid thing didn't even have caller ID, let alone call history. They never found out who the Hadley children had contacted that day, but it didn't matter. They still found out.

She got ten full days without food. She got a heafty beating that left more than a few bruises on her little body. She got about fifty years worth of 'you useless - insert biblical lingo here -' No matter what they did her to her, she reminded him, it was all worth it. They both knew this was one sick and twisted world, and nobyd should really be a part of it. She had only needed to spend the three minutes on with the kind 911-lady before hanging up. Silly women got al lshe needed to know to tell the authorities about a serious case of child abuse going on here. It took a full fourteen days after that phone call for the unfamiliar sound of helicopter blades to slice through the unusually serene Wednesday afternoon. Two solid weeks before they heard those sirens and saw those flashing lights; before they heard the confused rage and demanding voice of the law. Sorry, big guy, the police had more power down here than you do.

Nearly two hundred minors were removed from the First Sun religious cult. Even more adults were put in handcuffs, transported to Princeton and then up to New York City while the lawyers scraped together their strongest cases. In the middle of January 2007, one of the largest cults in America was broken up because some starved teenage girl had gotten the inititive to do something about the world of repression and propaganda that they lived in. Read the newspaper, you'll hear about the court dates and the desperate attempts these religious freaks have at getting their underaged children back, and getting back to their too-young 'wives'. You might hear the name Hadley, too. Because, I hear they were the ones who broke everything up.

( LIVING IT NOW )
It's now what, the beginning of February? Is that it? Dallas James Hadley had long remembered to keep track of what day it was. For awhile there, he was sure it was still December. Huh, go figures. In the two odd weeks since they last saw their parents, everything has changed. All of the minors have been placed in protective services around the US, being placed in foster homes and crisis therapy groups. As for the two Hadley children, they were transported all the way from Princeton, New Jersey and into the posh suburb of Los Angeles. Fun! He had read about the City of Angels, but living near it? Sounds fantastic. Valkyrie Academy recieved two late submissions by a stage actor and a film expert - any good person would except those two. Look at what they've been through. But the bruises are fading, and the meat is slowly returning to their starved little bodies. Neither of the Hadley children were overly traumatized about what happened. They were two free-spirited little rebels, if you hadn't heard. They've just arrived in this strange new world. At an eighteen year old, DJ didn't have to move in anywhere. And, right now, he didn't. He and his sister were renting a room in the local hotel off of the grief money awarded to them a week after the immediate trials began. He was an adult, you know, so he could legally take care of his little sister. Not that he wants to. They both need a place to live.

Huh, they didn't have to prey ninety billion times a day now, either.
Not even eighty nine billion times.
Oh Valkyrie, what will you do with these two new imports? Find them a place to live? Or just let them live in a hotel until Hayden is eighteen? As long as I don't have to prey even eighty eight billion times today, it's all good.

[Shay Anderson]

FINALLY FUCKING DONE !
it's beautiful, really. forget the fact I finished the history in the middle of the night while I was covered with a spoiled pie. really, don't mention it.
but he's done, valkyrie. (: and living in a hotel. fun.
obviously, it is

accepted.