About Akaila

[Tori]

AKAILA JADA JOHNSON
22//female//independent//alcoholic//loyal//trust issues

PERSONAL
Birth Parents: Mark and Sasha Johnson
Birthday: February 13, 1990
Siblings: Only child.

LOOKS
Ethnicity: African American
Height: 5'9"
Build: Slender
Eyes: Dark Chocolate Brown
Hair: Jet Black; Usually kept short and curly
Clothing Style: Akaila's Closet
Markings or Piercings: Two piercings per lobe, one piercing in cartilage; Tattoo down her right side, and another tattoo on her left foot.

LIFESTYLE
Interests: Clubbing, Drinking games, Random hook-ups....
Birth Place/Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada; Riverside, California
Family:
Friends: Heath, Ame.
School: High school diploma; College drop-out
Job: Currently looking
Smoke/Drink: Been off for two years/Yes
Relationship Status: Single
Children: Not interested

FAVORITES
Color: Gold
Season: Fall
Food: Chips and Salsa
Drink: Vodka
Movie: The Hangover
Music: Anything...but Country

BIOGRAPHY
Wild and crazy girl, Akaila is. Always has been. Even though Akaila's been off of cigarettes close to two years now, she's still not exactly the kind of girl you'd want to meet in an alley. She's still got her drinking habits going, and almost always can be found sitting somewhere at one of the bars in town. From what she's been through though, Akaila has gotten better, attitude wise. She's laid off the drugs and cigarettes too, but her attitude is what made the difference. Now, she's actually a little more approachable. Still a bit sketchy and bitchy when you hit a rough spot, but still better than what she was before. One thing that will never change though, is her obsession with drinking and sex. So if you found yourself at the same bar as Akaila, and you're a male, make sure you watch how much she drinks....that is, unless you're looking for the same thing she is.

PAST
Growing up in a smoked-filled and alcohol drowned city, you wouldn’t expect much good to come out of an innocent little girl. Akaila grew up in Las Vegas, along with her two alcoholic and abusive parents. And according to Akaila, her parents were never at all supportive of her. Since she was around five or six years old, she would learn to cook and buy her own foods in order to keep herself alive. Although, there were those times where Akaila wished to be dead, or at least living somewhere else without parents that physically hit her and called her rude and inappropriate names everyday. Everyday when Akaila came home from school, she would be greeted into a small, smokey apartment filled with beer bottles and cigarette butts, and her parents yelling at her for no apparent reason.

Akaila had it when she turned eight. She packed up her bag and snuck out of the house while her parents were busy in the other room having unruly loud sex, and headed her way out onto the streets. Unfortunately, not even two months passed, the police found her wandering the streets alone, dirty, and starved. They immediately forced her back to her drug addict and abusive parents, without any questions. It was as if they hadn’t known she’s been gone for nearly two months either! So, to make up for their stupidness, they let out their anger on Akaila, starving her and beating on her more.

When she was finally sixteen, enough was enough. She had been planning this since her last attempt of a runaway. She packed her things up, stole some food from her parents kitchen, as well as money out of their wallets, and sprinted out of that place as fast as her bony little body could go. She would travel every and anywhere she could, begging for food when she had run out, running into different stores stealing alcohol and drugs and cigarettes for her needs, and would even sleep in a dark alley if she was that tired. Eventually she would get paid from guys off the streets to have sex with her, just to make something for herself. Quite a few times later, in different locations, she would be taken in to Rehab Centers, and Juvenile Halls, but that didn’t stop her from breaking all sorts of rules. Eventually, she was forced by the police and other reinforcements to be taken to an orphanage, hoping that would break her of her bad habits. It didn’t much. She still snuck in some cigarettes and drinks to her room, up until she turned nineteen. She was called out to a meeting of possibly being adopted. She didn’t believe it at first, but after hearing this man talk, her insides started breaking. Maybe it was time to do some changing. And this man obviously sounded like he knew what he was talking about. So she trusted him to take her in to his home, and, at least, attempt to break her of some of her old habits.

THREADS

--When Worlds Collide

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