Pegged by a Society *closed*

Zara Demi is half angel half demon. Her father is a demon, and he became a murderer. He was caught a few years ago, but the town isn't sympathetic with her family. Zara's life had spiraled before she could stop it. False arrests and accusations follow her. The first time she met the new boy and his family she was being arrested. While they cuffed her she heard his mother say, "and you won't be hanging out with someone like that." To which he said nothing but watched as she was led away with only a single tear. Perhaps he can get her out or she will drag him down. Name: Zara Demi
Age: 17
Race: angel/demon
Bio: more to come
Looks: blonde hair, dark eyes.

(This one I had opened on the other site, so I thought I might bring it over here too. It has an interesting path, and if you can't tell I leave a lot of space because I want something that can wrap around other's ideas so that we don't have to follow me all the time. If my character seems to clash with an idea you'd like to happen then please explain to me and I will see what details can be changed while keeping with the story line.)

Sure, by the way you don't have to ask if it's inactive. I understand it's just being nice but I feel with mine you should just jump it unless I have someone signed up and they're not saying anything about all that.

(Ok, so we can start at the hour before they meet and he'll see her in the store from the window and he and his mom walks outside as she is arrested)

I sighed as I was walking around in my hoodie. It had been a rainy day today and it's already soaked through. Mom sent me out for some groceries, but I had to walk 40 minutes to the store because we can't afford a car or bike.

I went in the store and grabbed a basket. I went through the aisles looking for everything. Everyone stared at me with my soaked hair, and soaked clothes that I swear im get pneumonia. It didn't matter very much to me. They can stare. They can point. They can talk. But I don't care what they have to say.

I went to the frozen section and someone was on their phone. Little did I know they were calling the police again. I checked out and made it to the door. That's when they 'apprehended' me. I willingly put my bags down.

I sat in the holding cell, they had taken my groceries and put them in a freezer so they wouldn't get old and what not. I sat alone because the other besides me had grown males and all were staring and drooling and calling unholy names. All were attempts of hitting on me.

I sat quietly waiting for them to figure out I did nothingike always. I had a receipt in the bag, and they already had a strip search down. They did that to be thorough with me.

God I hate this place.

(Thanks, I will. I got inspiration on this from twisted the new TV show)
I sat for 4 hours waiting. Then I walked out and was given my bag back and the receipt. I forced a smile as I said, "thank you very much for preserving the food for me."

I turned around and was met by a boy. I stared at him and recognized him as the new kid who watched them take me away. "Came to gawk at the town's delinquent already. Wonderful. Did you like the show today?" I asked as I walked.

I looked at him. I knew what all the world held. I just didn't know how to tell. "Really, you think you can help a girl like me. I really doubt it. My father is a murderer, and me, well I apparently am one too. From association. But my mother, she's not, she's the sweetest person in the world."

He probably didn't mean it, but he angered me by saying my family was horrible. "My mother had nothing to do with it," I said and walked. If he followed then fine we could talk, but I didn't care either way.

"Helping me would require a great deal of personality changes. Or even mind changing. Small towns are full of people who believe the family around here is as all their family. Unless you're fabulously wealthy, then you're just some sweet southern person who was a victim," I said trying not to get rude.

"Besides my parents had me young. That thought there was automatically trouble, they think im a devil child. Perhaps I am, considering my father is a devil," I said. Though mother was an angel so I would be both, but even I had a hard time seeing my goodness.

I didn't look at him. To me it sounded so impossible. My life was always a constant wreck because of my father. Whether he was beating me or doing something else, or any kind of crime, something was screwed up. My life was just a mess. I still couldn't get it myself, with all that it was hard to believe someone could help me.

"Is this a joke? Are you related to someone in my school? Because this im use to, people coming to me saying that they want to help and offer kindness. Then they put on a video showing me doing something that only a friend should see. They make a fool out of me," I said trying to hold back the tears. Because of everyone else I was afraid to love or be friends with people. I didn't trust even an angel because they too have thought me as scum. Nothing but dirt.

I wasn't sure if I wanted the help. I shook my head to the bag thing. He certainly stuck to his job didn't he? I wondered why he might really want to try. Usually when someone meant it they took a moment then went away.

"Alright, I guess we can give it a shot," I said. I took him home with me. My mother smiled at seeing me bring home a boy, but I didn't say anything. I went and put the groceries away while he spoke with her.

After she had agreed that I could help her and she let me into her house.
I went and helped her put the groceries away and then I went to go and talk to her mother.
Her mother seemed to be overly happy that a boy had come home with her daughter, if only she had known why I was really here. I needed to talk to her about past things. About things that she may or may not want to share. But I always tried to find out through the parties involved instead of having to go looking through my contacts and stuff, just to make sure that the right things are said. I still go to my contacts, just in case the person I am helping is lying, but they usually tell the truth when they know that they are being helped for their well-being and that I am not trying to destroy them and to make their lives more peaceful and easier to live.
 
I walked into the room  where her mother is.
 
Hi, my name is Daniel, nice to meet you.
 

((I didn’t post anything that her mom might say, as I don’t know what you want done with this part, and I didn’t know if you were planning on doing the mother parts … I don’t’ want to step on any toes and just assume … if you are going to let me, then just let me know. I just don’t want to GODMOD anything.))

(It's alright, I got it)
Mom: I smiled at him. "Nice to meet you. Im Ana," I said and reach out a hand. After we shook I offered him a seat as I sat.

"Is there anything I can get you?" I asked him.

Mom: I went to get him the water before he explained himself. I sat down and listened without a word so as not to interrupt. "I do not have a problem with you probing me. But please be careful with my daughter. She acts tough and all, but she's the one who hurts the most honestly. I understand everything, I get what you're trying to do, but if she gets upset walk away. Maybe not forever, but just leave her alone if she gets angry or sad. Sometimes she needs people to not talk about all this." I said.

Then I said this softer because I knew she could hear us, wherever she was, "I suggest the best way to help is not to look like it. Just give her a friend of any kind, that's what she needs."

Zara: I was in the front sitting on the sidewalk. At times o found watching people go by was fun. Imagining what they're doing and who they are. I love it.

Like that man in the suit is the CEO of a Mega corporation, and he's heading away from town to see his mistress. He has money to live in something better than these homes so it's obvious. There's a woman who walks her dog. She's a house wife who's only child is the yappy little mutt on the leash. She has no maturnal bone in her body.