<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/1463.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Mimi Jackson<br/>Age: 16<br/>Race: Human<br/>Disabilities: Cutter (started as a kid to abusive parents and it became a habit when stressed or very sad)<br/>Abilities: Gentle and compassionate, Dancing<br/><br/>Mimi walked the darkening streets. Her eyes on the ground but her senses all around her. Ever since running away at almost thirteen she had been living on the streets. She had developed a bad habit as early as two years old. She had tried many things but when she got cut on something in her room she focused on that pain versus the pain she dealt with from her parents. That triggered the start of the cutting. Her parents abused her both physically and mentally. They were drunks and never had a good day. They always seemed to be drunk. She had gotten better at not doing it but when she got too emotional bad feeling or overly stressed old habits died hard.<br/><br/>She was currently starving and hoping to find something to do. Her stomach growling but she had no money to feed it. She only had enough change to use a payphone. She was walking when her foot almost slipped out from under her. She lifted her foot and pulled the paper off of her shoe. Shoes that majorly needed replacing. She looked at it. "MAS777DIS???" She said. Walking to a payphone and called the number on the back of the card. Squealing in surprise as the ground suddenly sloped down out from under her and she went sliding down rapidly a smooth slide as the ground went up into place. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!" She cried out as she went through the twisty turny slide. Coming out at the bottom in a heap.<br/><br/>Standing up and dusted herself off. Looking around at the strange room. Walking around. "Hello?" She called out. Not sure what was going on. "Is somebody here?" She wondered where here was. "Where am I?" She added. Hoping somebody would answer.