COHEN, hannah elizabeth

[hannah elizabeth cohen]

HANNAH ELIZABETH COHEN

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all the other kids with the pumped up kicks he's
better run better run, out run my gun. all the other
kids with the pumped up kicks he's better run
better run, faster than my bullet.

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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
it's hannah elizabeth cohen. only a selected few are allowed to call me beth, but most people just call me hannah. call me lizzie, liz or eliza, and i will kill you. i won't mind eli, but that's the only nickname you can get away with.
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm an eighteen year old senior with a level one somatoform condition, and a minor sex addiction.
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm a chick.
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm straight, and taken. however, he doesn't exactly mind it when i make out with girls. it's just for fun. i like to tease guys that way.
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
no, we haven't. i look like that hot blonde chick named amanda seyfried. look her up.

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
well i have golden blonde hair that's usually wavy, but i straighten it once in a blue moon. it falls past my shoulders and ends mid-chest area. i have emerald green eyes and pouty lips. i'm pretty athletic, so i'm way fit. i weight a good 115lbs and i stand at a good 5'6". don't underestimate my height and weight because i will kick your ass. i have ear piercings, and that's about it.
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm the kind of girl that can rock anything. but i do like to wear sweatpants and a tank top. you can usually find me in athletic gear. i like to sleep in boy shorts and baggy shirts. i don't really like to wear dresses or skirts, but i do once in a while if the occasion rises. but i'm a very casual kind of girl.
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
the first thing? well probably my eyes. it really stands out against my blonde hair. but if the stranger didn't notice, then i emanate a very frigid and tense environment.
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
i tap my pencil on my lips a lot. i don't know why, so don't ask. if anything bothers me, i really like to run, and then i would bake and cook like crazy afterwards. i really like to bite my lower lip and the insides of my cheeks. it's a habit of mine that i can't seem to quit.
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
well they'd probably say i'm a bitch. i don't deny it. i'm tough, and i don't ever back down.

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
yeah, i play every sport there is. i especially love tackling sports and anything that requires a lot of running.
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
exercise, fighting, my baby boy noah, my boyfriend chance, cussing like a small sailor, partying, alcohol, hanging out with my friends, sneaking out, breaking laws....
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
whiny babies, stuck up bitches, being told what to do, peppers, hangovers, candy, thunderstorms, liars, cheaters.
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
yeah, i killed my mother. but quite a few people know about that so i don't exactly think it's a secret. i also have a five year old son named noah.
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm tough. i don't take shit from others, i stand for what i believe, and i would never back down from a fight.
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
i like to pick a lot of fights. it always gets me into trouble, but i've been trying to tone it down. trying being the operative word here.

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
my dad's jake cohen. he's fourty five and is a famous producer. my mother's name was sienna cohen. but like i told you, i killed her so she's dead in case your brain can't function. i also have four older siblings. i have my brother scott cohen. he's twenty years old. and three sisters who happen to be triplets. their names are merry, jolly and blythe cohen. as i've mentioned twice, i have a five year old son named noah. he's my pride and joy. mess with him and you're not living to see tomorrow.
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
none
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
queensland, australia in a quaint little town called montville
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at hawthorne?[/color][/font][/b]
i was here last year. long story short, i murdered my mother, ran from home, ended up here, and then got diagnosed with sex addiction and conversion disorder. otherwise known as somatoform. i started off with a level two, but with the help of my current boyfriend, i have now managed to level down.
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
i was born on december fourth to a family of six. we used to be a very tight knit group. we loved and cared for each other and always planned to meet up once a week. growing up was a little hard for me. the triplets had went into the modelling business at a young age, and had always been in the spotlight, but i was always just in the shadows. i didn't mind. i don't like modelling. and then there was my brother whom was a musician so he was in the fame too. in fact, my whole family was. except me. go figure, right? honestly, i didn't mind. i didn't want the fame anyways. or so i try to tell myself. it'd be nice to be known, but i think i'd rather stay just average. i'm fine with just that. it does help that i was spoiled beyond belief when it came to my birthday. we like to make it a big event for each other. especially for the triplets' birthday.

but everything started going downhill when i was fourteen. it was nine months before i turned fifteen. i snuck into a college party, got completely trashed, and ended up sleeping with a college sophomore. it was a couple of weeks later and before you know it, i was pregnant. with a child that belonged to a guy who i only knew by the name of mike. of course, when my dad contacted him, the first thing he told me to do was get rid of that "thing." i wanted to, but, of course, i couldn't. i told him i'd never kill someone of my own flesh and blood. but being my daddy's little girl, he had threatened the guy to raise him with me. but the second we let him out of our site, he had packed his bags and fled the country. after a few months, the baby bump started to show and sooner or later, my mother was going to find out, and i had tried to prevent that. but you can't hide a baby bump.

the second my mother found out, she freaked like a dozen of hungry monkeys that was left with one banana. all we ever did was fight and scream at each other. we yelled till our throats hurt and slammed our doors until the ground shook. i did everything i could from letting my mother get in a five meter radius within my child. and this one summer, we went to have a family lunch on our yacht. it was going just fine until i accidentally opened up my big mouth and told my family what i'd name my child. of course, that doesn't go too well with my mother either. within seconds we were already bickering and then arguing, and before you know it, we were starting to poke each other roughly. poking turned to shoving, shoving turned to pushing. i was so angry with her. angry that she wasn't supporting me, angry that she wanted to kill my child. angry with her for not loving me. i took out all my anger and frustration on her. unfortunately, i pushed too hard. her spine cracked under the railings and before any of us could even lay a finger on her, she had already fallen overboard, and was drowned under the waves caused by the yacht.

needless to say, the rest of my family hated me for it. all they did was fight with me, and degrade me. and then soon enough, they just stopped talking to me altogether. the worst part was, they didn't even acknowledge my existence. i was still only fourteen. i was still so young, but i couldn't take it. i couldn't take the way they looked at me with disgust. for months they treated me like a slave. they made me scrub tiles with a tooth brush, do all their chores, cook, etc etc. even when i had morning sickness, even with the cramps and the cravings and the tractions. so one day, i just packed my bags, took a chunk of money of the bank and ran. i traveled all over the world, and soon i ended up here. it's been a year since i've first moved here. it's still a weird concept for me to know that i'm at one place for good instead of just jumping from town to town every few months. i have to admit, i like it here, but no one has to know.

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
ruby
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
eighteen.
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
six years.
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
juliet sarah callaghan.
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
magic
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
hannah's back =]
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookiemonster

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