Donna Creager

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  • Name: Donna Creager
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Ravvenous
  • Race: human
  • Relationship Status: single
  • Age: 22
  • Hair Color: Reddish Brown mid back to shoulder lenght
  • Eye Color: Pale Baby blue
  • Height: roughly 5 ft 7
  • Weight: around 120 lbs

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• Background

  She doesn't really care to discuss her background, so much is not known about her. However one thing that is unknown to even her is that she is in a coma from a horrific car accident she had been in years earlier however the things that are playing out to her in her mind are very real to her as she is lost within her dreams, possibly to never wake from this dream reality (that has become an been very real to her) that the doctors are unsure of.

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  • Chapter: 3 Wandering the Streets November 16th 2003

    As she lays there pasted out from the drugs she sleeps non-stop for a few more days having the same strange dream as before. When she finally awakes its Weds, night around 10pm. rubbing her blood shot eyes she manages to crawl out of bed her whole body shaking unsteadily. As she gets her bearings, she glances over to the answering machine and sees there are 15 messages on the machine. She already knows there all from Jason or Richard freaking out over the vanishing act with what she said to Jason nights ago on the phone. Ignoring the answering machine she goes into her bathroom and to the sink, looking at herself in the mirror her hair all ratty looking and her face almost zombie like, dark circles color the underside of her eyes as if she hadn't slept in days or weeks even. She turns on the water and takes her hands cupping the water in the palms of her hands she splashes it onto her face. Not bothering to dry the water from her face she shuts off the water and turning walking out of the bathroom, then walks over to her dresser, and opens the top drawer pulling out a black tank top and black jeans she shakily pulls off her night shirt and shorts both soaked from sweat. Wrinkling her nose slightly as she tosses them into the hamper, she thinks of taking a shower but changes her mind she hurriedly pulls on the top and jeans only making her shaky movements seem erratic. She then walks back over to the nightstand after getting dressed and grabs the whiskey glass, then heads for the kitchen. She grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels and reopens it and pours a full glass again the recaps the bottle. She grabs the pill bottle and starts to open it almost spilling the pills as she fumbles with the stubborn pill cap. She pours five pills into her hand, the last in the bottle. She looks down and mumbles. "Fuck that's not going to be enough"
    
    She throws the empty bottle into the sink and tosses the pills into her mouth with the other hand then washes it down with the Jack Daniels. She keeps drinking until she finishes the glass. Placing the glass on the counter she coughs slightly as her throat now burns slightly from the JD. She then heads back into her room, opens the top drawer of the dresser again, and roughly shifts through the cloths until she finds what she is looking for. She touches the cold metal of the gun, shuddering slightly. She then firmly grips the gun taking it out of the drawer and then placing the gun in the back edge of her jeans pulling her shirt down to cover it. She thinks ~"Just in case I'll carry this"~ she then slams the dresser drawer shut and then grabbing her keys she then heads for the door. Grabbing her jacket lying on the back of the couch then putting it on before, she quickly unlocks the locks on the door and the chain lock. Yanking the door open and then flipping the lock on the doorknob as she slams the door shut, wiggling the doorknob making sure it was locked. She starts down the stairs and halfway down the stairs she gets slightly lightheaded as the small amount of pills kick in along with the effect of the Jack Daniels. SHe grabs the railing, as she shakes her head, getting her bearings she notices the shakes have eased slightly but not to the effect, she is looking for. She then goes quickly down the rest of the stairs and then shoves the door to the building open and squinting slightly from the bright streetlights. She begins quickly walking down the street avoiding all contact with those walking past her, some giving her strange looks due to the strung out expression on her face. Her whole body is shaking noticeably as she walks. She just walks mindlessly for hours finally ending up in some darken alleyway. She looks around actually enjoying the darkness and the lack of lighting in the alley. She walks over near a dumpster and sits down on an old crate there keeping her guard up though now she just wishes somebody who could fix her withdrawals would happen by. She crosses her arms tightly against her chest as she starts shaking more. She leans back laying her head against the side of the grungy wall not giving a bloody hell that some homeless person has probably pissed on the wall she just wants a fix so damn bad she could taste it in her mouth. Now she waits to see what happens next.

  • Chapter: 2 Dream within a Dream November 16th 2003

    As she lays there sleeping she begins to dream. Within her dream now, the window of her apartment opens slowly and a cloaked figure emerges into her room, walking over and looming over her as she sleeps on the bed. The figure stands there for a few moments leaning down and carefully touching a few locks of her blonde hair, the figure then pulls out a knife and reaching down cutting a few locks of her hair off. Then raising the locks to the cloaked hood and running the strands of her hair across his lips, just before closing the knife and slipping the locks of her hair into his pocket. He then turns walking silently around the room and over to her dresser where in a glass tray a gold locket can be seen resting in the tray. With his gloved hand, he picks up the necklace and opens the locket to peer at the picture of Donna with a man in the photo. She is smiling obviously not how she has become, the photo obviously when she was at a happier point of her life. The cloaked man gives a soft snort and then drops the necklace into his pocket. The man then turns and walks back over to the bed where Donna lays sleeping peacefully. He leans down and whispers in her ear, his voice eerie and almost inhuman sounding. "Very soon my Dear, you're worst fears will come alive"
    
    She stirs slightly and just as silently as he entered her apartment, he exists closing the window with a soft creak. The mere sound of the creaking noise wakes Donna and she looks around nervously, a few beads from a cold sweat trickles down her cheek as she nervously pushes her headphones off her ears laying them on the nightstand, she gets off her bed and goes to the window and pushes on it.... Locked.... She then goes over to her dresser where the gold locket still lays on the glass tray. She touches the locket to make sure her mind is not playing tricks on her. She then goes to the kitchen grabbing a whiskey glass from beside the sink, opening the cabinet grabbing the full bottle of Jack Daniels. She takes the cap off the bottle and pours herself a glass and the recaps the bottle placing it on the counter. Before she walks away from the counter she grabs the bottle of pills laying beside the sink fumbling nervously to open the bottle almost dumping the pills all over the counter she gets about fifteen pills in her hand tossing them in her mouth and washing them down with the Jack Daniels. Just as she gets them down the phone rings, startling her and she lets out a small squeal mumbling to herself that what happened before was just a dream. The phone rings four times before she finally answers it. She then says.
    
    "Hello" It is Jason on the phone. "Donna you okay" "Yeah Jason, why do you ask" "Where have you been, Richard's been frantic when you didn't show up for work. We called you and even came by your place" "Jason what are you talking about it's only been a few hours since I left the club" "Donna is you sure your okay, it's already Monday Night" She starts to stammer. "Jason that's impossible for it to be Monday Night already" "Donna do you want me to come over"
    
    She suddenly snaps before slamming the phone down. "NO Jason just leave me alone" She then turns the ringer to the phone off and clicks her answering machine on. She takes the whiskey glass and swallows down the rest of the Jack Daniels she then moves curling up in the center of her bed rocking back and forth mumbling about how could she have slept for so long and not know it. She then runs her fingers through her hair and notices a small lock of her hair is missing as she mutters to herself. "It wasn't a dream was it?" She lays down still curled up into a ball as the pills begin to kick in and her whole body begins to shake, the room begins to spin and within a few moments more she passes out from the pills.

  • Chapter 1: Just another Day in the Rat race of Life November 16th 2003

    The sun begins to set on a Friday night as the city around the strip clubs begin to come alive as the streets start filling with the bustle of men and woman of all kinds as they begin to filter in and out of the various clubs and shops. The nightlife of this part of town becomes alive with growing crowds of people. A young woman walks down the sidewalk; she has her hands tucked into the front pockets of her tight jeans. She seems slightly out of placed with being so young looking but also because of being dressed in a black tank top, jeans and white Nike shoes. As the people pass her wearing loud skimpy and some sleazy looking cloths, she weaves in and out of the crowds avoiding all physical contact with the people. Several men whistle as she passes them and she does not look at them but her cheeks become slightly flushed as she keeps walking on her way. She halfway glances at the different clubs, stores but never makes eye contact with anybody in general, never stopping for a moment she finally comes to one very classy looking club. The name above the doors reads Wild Fantasy the huge linebacker looking bodyguard outside the club steps aside and grabs the door opening it for her when she steps towards the door. He speaks to the young woman in a thick German accent grinning at her somewhat. "Good evening Donna" She just smiles gently nodding her head at him, then slipping into the club avoiding contact even with the bodyguard. As the door shuts a gold plague on the door can be seen briefly and it reads ~MEMBERS ONLY~ The guard stands in the center of the double doors with his arms crossed. The music inside the club plays loudly as several young ladies up on the three dance stages dance nude. Donna walks over to the bar and pulls her right hand out of her pocket making a fist as she places her hand on the bar and knocks loudly getting the young dark haired bartenders attention. The man looks up from wiping the bar down with a wet towel; he nods then smiles as he walks over and says to her. "I thought you had the night off Donna"
    
    She playfully rolls her pale blue colored eyes at him as she speaks for the first time since she arrived to the club. "I wish James. I got called at the last minute to work" James nodded and reached below the bar grabbing her apron and order pad. He started to lay the apron and pad near her right hand and she yanked her hand away quickly placing it back into her pocket until he moved his hand away. Laying the things on the counter he moves his hand away, smiling slightly at her. "Donna can I ask you something" She nods as she grabs the apron and pad with her right hand. "What is it James" "Donna you've been working here over 3 years now and yet you still don't allow anybody to touch you at all" She slightly smiles as she turns to walk off never looking back at him as she says. "James you're a sweetheart but that is none of your business" She now heads across the club glancing at the few occupied tables at the men in flashy business suits with various dancers sitting at the tables flirting with the men to get big tips from them, some giving the men lap dances and a few sneaking caresses of the men's crotches as they give the lap dances. James meanwhile shakes his head at Donna's answer since he has been asking her the same question for almost a year now and she always gives him the same exact answer. As she continues to walk across the club, she not so noticeably shudders at watching the members and the dancers acting loud and most of all sleazy. She gets a creepy feeling like being watched. She slowly looks around the room and in one very dark corner of the room she can see sitting a dark shadowy figure, the faint glow from the cherry on his cig. giving him an eerie look showing only his gray eyes. She cringes at the sight of this man as he gives her the creeps. she hurries to the dressing room to get out of his gaze as for weeks he sits in the same corner watching her, never ordering any drinks. None of the waitress or dancers even dares to venture near that table. She pushes open the dressing room door letting it close behind her. Leaning against the door as she sighs a breath of relief to be away from the weird guy. Walking over to the dressing table, she tosses the apron and pad on the table. She reaches in her pocket pulling out a rubber band she pulls her shoulder length blonde hair she pulls it into a ponytail placing the rubber band in her hair. Her bangs fall on either side of her face now as she looks in the mirror and mutters to herself.
    
    "I'm not looking forward to this crap tonight" She grabs the apron tying it around her waist, placing the pad in one of the apron pockets. She turns and bustles out the door. Quietly walking around the room she watches everybody trying to ignore the weird guy in the corner watching her, making her uneasy as she can feel his eyes following her. As she glances towards the stages, she squints her eyes from the glare of the backlights that light up the dance stages. One guy sitting by himself in a sleazy looking business suit hollers to get her attention. Letting out a heavy sigh she walks over and speaks to the man. "What can I get for you Sir" He grins wickedly at her, and the overwhelming smell of liquor pours off his breath when he speaks. "How about I have you baby doll" She narrows her eyes at him and he starts to reach for her and she steps back out of his reach muttering under her breath. "Excuse me but I'm not a dancer so please keep your hands off me" "Well you won't get a tip acting like a prude. Just give me a whiskey baby doll and you on the side later" She rolls her eyes at him and thinks of dumping the drink on him. she starts to walk past him and he reaches up, grabs her butt, and tries to wrap his other hand around her waist to pull her into his lap. She quickly grabs him by his crotch and digs her long black nail polished colored nails into his crotch squeezing quite hard. She smirks at him in a polite voice. "I'm not your Baby Doll and again I will say, I'm not a Dancer, so just because I work here doesn't give you the right to put your drunken grubby, tickle dick hands on my butt or even touch me anywhere's else. So remove your hand from my butt and keep your damn hands off me otherwise I will rip this pencil you call a dick between your legs off"
    
    Her grip gets intense and the man whines and whimpers begging her to let him go. One of the bouncer hollers out. "Come on Donna let him go" She gives one good yank before letting him go and storms towards the bar. The bouncer walks over and smirks at the guy. "Dude I know your a new member but here's your official warning. Nobody touches Donna in any way. You understand me. Also she may be small and all but that young lady means business and if she says she'll rip your dick off you better believe she'll do it." He then walks off chuckling at how the man can only groan and practically cry holding his crotch he just nods to the bouncer. Two dancers come over and start kissing his cheeks and caressing his cheek trying to get his mind off what Donna had done to him. The whole time this was going on you can hear an eerie chuckling coming from the stranger in the corner. Donna reaches the bar yanking off her apron and throws it and the order pad on the bar at James. He sighs seeing the anger in her eyes and says. "You okay Donna" She slightly snaps. "Yeah I'm just peachy James. I do not need this b.s. I'm going home" James sighs again. "Donna you still got over 6 hrs left in your shift, you know where short tonight and you know you can't leave" She smiles slightly. "Watch me James, Tell Richard to fire me if he's got a problem with me walking out when some sleaze bag can't keep his damn hands to himself"
    
    She turns not giving him the chance to answer her, and storms out the door. The guard gives her a concerned look as she passes him but he says nothing to her. He halfway watches her as she darts down the street towards her apartment. After a few moments, she starts running down the sidewalk darting around people to keep them from touching her. She runs the two blocks to the building she lives in. yanking open the door she scurries in and runs up the 3 flights of stairs to her door. pulling her key from her pocket, she unlocks the door pushing it open. then slamming the door she leans against the door only after she locks the six dead bolts and the one chain lock for the door. She stands there breathing hard from all the running. She then kicks off her shoes and walks across her small barely furnished one bedroom apartment. As she goes across the apartment she starts stripping off her tank top and then out of her jeans just dropping them in the middle of the floor. She grabs her night shorts and matching shirt off the edge of her bed slipping them on. She then yanks off her socks and throws them across the room just before flopping on the bed grabbing the head phones placing them over her ears after yanking the rubber band out of her hair tossing it on the floor. she turns on the cd player. Closing her eyes as the German music begins blasting through the headphones drowning out the noises of the city outside. After halfway through the 15 track cd she drifts off to sleep finally able to calm down from losing her cool

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