Meld
Legacy Name: Meld

Given Name: Mildred "Meld" Gabbles
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: Wants to own a flower shop in the future
Orientation: Presumably gay
Likes: quiet, nighttime, rain, strawberries, coconut and flowers
Dislikes: sunny days, loud noises, small spaces, getting hurt
Other: You are not allowed to call her Mildred-She will only answer to Meld. She is also a surprisingly talented gardener.

Roleplay: human/anthro/quad
open/closed

I'm coming round to open the blinds
You can't hide here any longer
My god you need to rinse those puffy eyes
You can't lie still any longer
And yes they'll ask where you've been
And you'll have to tell them, again and again

There is a serenity that I've never felt before when I'm in the garden or green house. Plucking off dead leaves off green sprouts and watering growing plants gets my mind off everything else. I can breathe freely and smile, hum and whistle; not like when I'm forced into being with others. I get peeved easily, and when I get peeved, I usually have a temper-tantrum and hurt something or someone. Then I'm back outside watering my pants, or picking out vegetables. It's kind of weird though, a girl like me getting on my knees to pick out weeds. I'm the last person you'd think of as a gardener. But, if I must say it-I am. I love the smell of soil, the vibrant colours of the blooming flowers, and the sweet taste of the food you grew all by yourself. The sense of accomplishment.
I could sit in the green house all day; especially on rainy days. Watching the little droplets of water flow down the sides, the soft pitter-patter of rain. The flowers seem to sense the atmospheric change, they are straighter and seem to bask in the feeling. I just sit there and think, about everything: life, death, friends, family, hate, love, what I'm going to do tomorrow or in the near future. Here I don't have to put up with anyone, don't have be forced to hold conversations. When I want to be with people, I will-it's just that I usually end up saying or doing something I regret. I can say what ever the hell I want to the plants, it's not like they have ears. Beast (my cat) likes being in the garden too; so I'm not always totally alone.

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
But I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again

I was born with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, and was most likely addicted to some other recreational drugs when I was born. Now, obviously I'm not deformed, I am short, I have had surgery to fix my spin and my ears; but what FAS did to me was give me more of the mental side of the syndrome. I am irritable at the best of times, I have a very short temper, and I usually resort to physical harm instead of 'using my words'. I was hardly controllable as a child, I remember I screamed a lot.... and thats not because my mother was abusive and negligent and always drunk or high before child services took me away; I was just angry all the time. I don't care about my childhood anymore; it's done, most of my memories are blotched anyways.

I got into a lot of trouble as a kid, I broke things, I stole things, I smoked things, I drank things. I failed almost all my courses in school and ended up dropping out of highschool before I could finish. I'm not smart. I'm stupid, I'm.... retarded. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do anything, and so I did something stupid, do get out my anger in a way that satisfied me. They weren't the best techniques, and I'm still recovering from most of what I've done to myself.
I was also born with stomach and heart problems, on a bad day I feel lethargic and nauseous, out of breathe and dizzy. So I just stay in bed those days.

Come on take my hand
We're going for a walk, I know you can
You can wear anything, as long as it's not black
Please don't mourn forever, she's not coming back

Do you remember telling me you'd found the sweetest thing of all
You said that one day of this was worth dying for

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
But I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pains the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again

~cont

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Adopted from: Professor
Lyrics: "See the Sun", by Dido
Story and Layout: Me, Justice