REBANE, DAKOTA LOVIISE

[dakota]

NINETEEN. THE RETURNEES. PANSEXUAL. BONKERS. VICTORIA MURDER.
( DAKOTA LOVIISE REBANE )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

+ ; ketamine, cocaine, physical pain, body modifications, sketching, doodling on everything, accents, different languages, candles, incense, thunderstorms, the dark, djarum black menthols, popov vodka, absinthe, affection, partying, traveling, makeup, autumn and spring, not wearing too much clothes, lace leggings, doc martens, music, solitude, tattooing or piercing others, candle wax, painting, coal sketching.

- ; most people - especially girls, feeling annoyed, doctors, hospitals, nurses, therapists, sleeping and her night terrors, feeling alone, fake tans, discipline, rules, authority, her parents, the english language, america in general, feeling vulnerable, advice, school, her lack of education, clingy people, relationships, liars, cheaters, children, probation.

random survey ;
what is the most unique thing about you ;
i'm estonian and crazy?

has anyone ever asked you if you were retarded ;
uhh.. jah.

who was the last person you were in a fight with ;
probably my aunt.

where do you spend the majority of your time ;
my room or the club, ha.

what is your favorite name for a girl ;
uh, dakota, obviously.

favorite name for a boy ;
the fuck if i know.

how many texts have you sent/received today ;
a lot, sadly. people are so fucking annoying.

what kind of car do you have ;
i don't even know how to drive.

how many windows are in your house ;
.. are you serious? do people actually know this?

are you hated or a hater ;
well, i hate everyone and i won't be surprised if they hate me, too.

how tall are you ;
five feet n' seven inches.

who has been the most influential person in your life ;
no one.

who are you totally sick of ;
a lot of people, but they have been left behind.

if you could buy anything, what would it be ;
a never ending supply of ketamine. or! a tattoo shop.

who do you spend the most time with ;
at the moment .. no one?

who do you work for ;
haaa. that's funny. i don't have a job, ya fuck.

what is your favorite club/bar ;
when i'm there and drunk, it's probably my favorite.

how do you deal with stupid people ;
i'd preferably knock them out, but considering i'm on probation i typically go get high to cool off. my anger = fucking horrible.

do people take advantage of you ;
ha. no.

who was the first boy/girl you fell in love with ;
i don't like to admit it, but i did used think i loved a boy named fritz once.

who do you really miss ;
eh, i would enjoy to have a couple people back around, but you wouldn't know them.

besides your drivers ed instructor, who taught you to drive ;
no one? i can't fucking drive.

do you wish you could be a kid again ;
fuck no.

everyone has a crazy aunt or uncle, tell me about yours ;
ha, my aunt used to do porn?

what causes you the most stress ;
everything.

would you consider yourself sarcastic ;
sometimes.

who has disappointed you most in your life ;
aside from my parents a couple people have fucked me over in the worst and last way i expected them to.

if you could eliminate one word from the english vocabulary, what would it be ;
all of them, i fucking hate it.

documentations from the institution ;
the patient displays symptoms leading to several different disorders and severe struggles with addiction and control. to date and referring to past records, ms. rebane seems to be very unstable and deemed unfit to care for herself and for the benefit of others properly in society. she shows symptoms leading us to believe she has the following, but not limited to ;

major depression disorder: a person who suffers from a major depressive disorder (sometimes also referred to as clinical depression or major depression) must either have a depressed mood or a loss of interest or pleasure in daily activities consistently for at least a 2 week period. this mood must represent a change from the person's normal mood. social, occupational, educational or other important functioning must also be negatively impaired by the change in mood. for instance, a person who has missed work or school because of their depression, or has stopped attending classes altogether or attending usual social engagements.

the patient's records show several hospital visits due to overdose which also found signs of starvation and self-inflicted bodily harm, in which she later admitted were caused often due to her not ' feeling well ' and remaining in isolation for days upon end - which leads us to believe depression plays a major roll in her current mental state.

intermittent explosive disorder: a psychological condition characterized by sporadic episodes of aggression, violence, and destructive behavior. people who suffer from anger disorder are unable to control themselves, exploding with rage in a way which is often out of proportion to the event which triggered the anger.

the patient displays little to no sense of self-control and is easily angered by very small things. we find her to be paranoid and assumptive of others motives, also very analytical. she deems every action with a bizarre, often delusional reasoning, almost always in some form out to get her. she resorts to violence often and immediately upon being upset. she is extremely aggressive otherwise and shows no remorse once she's angered. we believe she has blackout rages in which she loses control and doesn't realize to the extent she may be harming another.

post-traumatic stress disorder: a debilitating mental disorder that follows experiencing or witnessing an extremely traumatic, tragic, or terrifying event. people with ptsd usually have persistent frightening thoughts and memories of their ordeal and feel emotionally numb, especially with people they were once close to.

we're more than positive that the records we found of the earlier years in ms. rebane's life have caused lingering issues with post-traumatic stress disorder that she never overcame, not even after being initially institutionalized at a younger age.

schizoid personality disorder: characterized by a long-standing pattern of detachment from social relationships. a person with schizoid personality disorder often has difficulty expression emotions and does so typically in very restricted range, especially when communicating with others.

though, we have not seen signs of this first hand, what little information we got from the patient via counseling sessions leads us to believe she suffers from this condition. ms. rebane has explained her lack of personal relationships and trust issues very briefly during one of our calmer sessions.

night terrors: recurrent episodes of abrupt awakening from sleep, usually occurring during the first third of the major sleep episode and beginning with a panicky scream. intense fear and signs of autonomic arousal, such as tachycardia, rapid breathing, and sweating, during each episode. relative unresponsiveness to efforts of others to comfort the person during the episode. no detailed dream is recalled and there is amnesia for the episode. the episodes cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.

we learned that the patient rarely if ever sleeps due to what she calls ' hard memories ' and ms. rebane's aunt has informed us that she's often had to wake the patient from fits in her sleep or been awoken by her screams.

algolagnia: a desire for sexual gratification through inflicting pain on oneself or others, sadomasochism.

during one of our more chaotic sessions, the patient has revealed a fascination with pain inflicted on her and further revealed that she gains a certain satisfaction from it. several scars are visible from what we can only assume were self inflicted wounds on her body.

the patient and the aunt have expressed that intense issues with drugs and alcohol play a role in this as well. the drug test came back positive for nearly everything and with a little questioning ms. rebane revealed that she has taken a strong liking towards what we found out is ketamine, cocaine, and ecstasy. we can't be sure if she fully understands that her body is physically addicted to the drugs or not. there is an evident language barrier, but it is also difficult getting her to talk while avoiding her spiraling into hysteria. we understand she has gone through all of these procedures before and are hoping that she eventually calms.

most of what she'll reveal of her past ;
it's a subject i don't like to talk about because it's upsetting. i'm not going to give much away, really, because i'm not one for pity and this is a pity party subject. but, in really quick basics, my mother and father were abusive. i don't tell people this, ever. i was given a life most children didn't deserve, especially considering the slight depression my parents were in. money was tight and estonia was recently free from the rule of the soviet union. i'm not going to go into fucking detail, but my mother isn't around anymore and my father is in jail. i was taken away, and sent to an mental institution and i guess you can count the group home, then finally sent out to free america to 'live my life' at the age of sixteen. i lived in kingsford for a year before my aunt moved the both of us to vegas, and things just took a turn for the worst there nailing back in an institution for another year. you could say i'm not over it at all, but that should be a given considering i'm bat shit fucking crazy, and beyond violent. i cannot get arrested for physical violence or i'm pretty sure i'll be sent away for good next time. that's enough of that, stop asking me all this.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hhey bitches, it's hayley and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about god only knows how long. it's been a few years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by PM / [e-mail] - msn. i'm also in the eaaast coast? ihavenoidea. x3 time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, none, yet x:!

I ' M SUCH AN ANIMAL

{ AND BABY , HONESTLY THESE TEETH WON'T LET YOU GO , }

Groaning lowly he rolled over, blankets tangling around his legs, the pounding headache in his skull enough to rouse him from the alcohol induced coma. Sitting up slowly, a sheen of sweat across his forhead, he tore the curtain back from his bunk and attempted, that being the key word, to step out. In his whoozy fog of half sleep and half hangover, though, the blanket trap seemed to have caught the best of him and he tumbled to the floor, cursing loudly the whole way down. “Fucking fuck. God damn this stupid ass bus and it’s tiny fucking shit bunks.” Niko’s rambling only got worse as he ripped the blanket away from his body, struggling to stand again and tossing the crumpled mass back into his sleeping area. Ignoring the dizzy spell entirely he stumbled toward the front of the bus, racking his brain thoroughly for any memory of the night before, raking a hand through his messy, dirty blonde hair.

Every morning seemed to begin like this lately, whether it was due to the party of life of being a groupie that really just camped out in his best friends bunk, or the fact that that particular best friend was handing him drugs like they were free fucking candy. Memories of the previous nights were just getting harder and harder to recall, and the hangovers always as vicious, though when nighttime does roll around the silly boy is down for it all over again. Scratching at his chest silently, stifling a yawn and squinting against the lights, he tugged open a cabinet, digging out the bottle of aspirin and pouring a glass of water, downing the pill and the entire glass as if he handed has water in three years. “Fucking hell, this shit is getting old.” He mumbled, turning toward the fridge and opening the door slowly, brushing his bangs from his face as he bent over, scanning over each item for something of slight interest. Grunting lightly he settled on the carton of chocolate milk, the words ‘Dakota’s, touch and fucking die!’ scribbled across the door. Snorting softly, chewing back a laugh and tossing the cap onto the counter, he tipped his head back and took a long drink.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he turned shortly, stumbling over to the couch and plopping down, bending forward to set the carton on the table. Lifting a few magazines and papers of the table he cursed quietly, eyebrows knitting. “Honeslty. Expecting to actually be able to find the remote on THIS bus was clearly fucking retarded of me.” He mumbled, standing up and starting to lift the couch cushions, thankful the band seemed to be elsewhere at the moment. He hadn’t bothered to check the time, or the fact that it was late afternoon and with his luck, any of them would be back sometime soon. Hopefully it wasn’t that witch, Dakota, though. If she saw her god forsaken chocolate milk sitting on the table she’d possibly shit a brick and kick his ass, and that would worsen his already slightly horrible mood. What, can’t a boy be grumpy when he’s hungover?

Scoffing under his breath, not able to find a thing expect torn blunt wraps and old baggies, he stuffed the cushions back into place, flopping down once again. “This fucking blows.” He was obviously being a tad dramatic, but that didn’t come as much of a surprise with him. Shifting his weight he tipped over, landing on his side with a quiet ‘oof’. Tucking a hand under his head he let his eyes close, bottom lip poking out just a tad, the pounding in his head keeping him from being able to actually fall back asleep despite this newfound comfortable position. Letting a little whine escape the back of his throat he dropped a hand down the side of the couch, keeping his eyes shut tight and fumbling his hand along just beneath the couch, hoping dearly that the remote had perchance slipped under though. With his luck, he’d end up finding something absolutely disgusting.

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