OOC: Jolinn Knutson - Troll Childling
She was born in the dead of winter, on the longest night. As the clock steadily crept towards midnight, her mother, still a child in her own right, vocalized her pain in a series of moans and screams. 11:56pm, she was born into the world. She drew a lungfull of air and let out a loud, healthy squall before falling quiet, comforted and wrapped in a bundle of warm blankets. Her mother looked down at the child and burst into tears. Not tears of joy...tears of anger, of frustration. She waved away the child she had never wanted, and thus, Joey came into existence.
She was named Jolinn Kristin Knutson, and from the moment of her birth, her grandparents doted on her. From the day that she was born, Joey's mother wanted little to do with her daughter. What she lacked in attention from her mother, was made up in abundance from her grandparents. She was her mothers only child, who was her grandparents only child...and they realized the gift that she had been.
Her mother, Brenda, had been 16 when she had found out she was pregnant. Despite the misgivings of her parents, she had joined a summer construction crew, where she met Joey's father. The man was tall and burly, and not a man to be crossed. When Brenda had come to him in tears, telling him how she was pregnant...the man had beat her senseless, sending the young woman to the hospital. Brenda's parents rushed to the hospital, upon hearing of their daughters plight. Brenda's father, Mikkel and her mother, Rania, wove their magic around their daughter, and the child in her womb, protecting the fetus.
Mikkel and Rania stood with their arms around eachother, watching the glamour surround their future. Both were trolls, untitled, but both worked to protect the dreaming and the place that they called home.
Brenda's pregnancy was troubled, but with the help of her parents, she delivered a healthy baby girl, albeit 3 weeks early, on December 21, 1997. She will be 8 years old this year. When Joey was 3 years old, her grandmother passed away in her sleep. Joey grew up mostly with her grandfather. He watched her every day while her mother was at work, or at school, or just too busy to spend time with her daughter. Her grandfather worked very hard to instill his morals in his granddaughter, and make sure that she was well cared for.
When Joey was 4, her mother took off for the first time. Brenda pawned their possesions, and moved to New York City, leaving Joey with her grandfather, 'just a short visit.' She returned to Colorado after being attacked on the street walking home from a night at the club. Joey's mother would drop Joey off at her grandfathers house, and then take off for a day, a week, a month. Brenda always returned, generally worse for the wear, begging for the forgiveness of her family.
Even though Joey's mother did not pay her much attention, she had a happy and healthy childhood. Her grandparents had a close knit group of friends who doted on her, bringing her treats and gifts, and spoiling her at holidays. This group made up her extended family, and each and every one protected and cared for Joley with their very lives.
A year and a half ago, Brenda met a man. Jonas claimed to love both children and Brenda...and before she knew it, Joey had been swept into the back of his Geo Metro, the threesome speeding towards Florida. Joey was scared of Jonas, and stuck close to her mother as they traveled cross-country, nearly non-stop.
They arrived in Florida, and Jonas found a dump of an apartment for them to live in. Joey slept on the filthy couch, curled up in a ball, listening to the sounds of the ghetto around her. The second night they were in the apartment...Brenda had been gone for an hour, after kissing Joey on the head and telling her she was going out to work. Joey was sitting on the couch with her knees to her chest, trying to ignore Jonas as he walked into the room and sat on the back of the couch, reaching out and gently touching her hair. Before she could say anything, or squirm away, there was a loud knocking on the door.
Jonas cursed, and stood, walking over to the door and looking out the peek hole. Joey took the oppourtunity to run off into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She flopped down on the bathroom floor with a little sigh. She didn't want to see any of Jonas' friends. As she sat there quietly, running Mario through the final level, she heard the familiar low, growly voice of her grandfather...the soothing voice of her uncle, and the highpitched voice of her aunt. She squeaked, throwing the door open and running out, throwing herself in her grandfathers arms. She had missed the beginning of the conversation, but Jonas had a terrified look in his eyes, and Mikkel looked to him and spoke very, very slowly, "I am taking my granddaughter home. You will tell my daughter to call me." The look he gave the trembling man left no room for argument, and Jonas nodded, a miserable look in his eyes.
To Be Continued...
She was named Jolinn Kristin Knutson, and from the moment of her birth, her grandparents doted on her. From the day that she was born, Joey's mother wanted little to do with her daughter. What she lacked in attention from her mother, was made up in abundance from her grandparents. She was her mothers only child, who was her grandparents only child...and they realized the gift that she had been.
Her mother, Brenda, had been 16 when she had found out she was pregnant. Despite the misgivings of her parents, she had joined a summer construction crew, where she met Joey's father. The man was tall and burly, and not a man to be crossed. When Brenda had come to him in tears, telling him how she was pregnant...the man had beat her senseless, sending the young woman to the hospital. Brenda's parents rushed to the hospital, upon hearing of their daughters plight. Brenda's father, Mikkel and her mother, Rania, wove their magic around their daughter, and the child in her womb, protecting the fetus.
Mikkel and Rania stood with their arms around eachother, watching the glamour surround their future. Both were trolls, untitled, but both worked to protect the dreaming and the place that they called home.
Brenda's pregnancy was troubled, but with the help of her parents, she delivered a healthy baby girl, albeit 3 weeks early, on December 21, 1997. She will be 8 years old this year. When Joey was 3 years old, her grandmother passed away in her sleep. Joey grew up mostly with her grandfather. He watched her every day while her mother was at work, or at school, or just too busy to spend time with her daughter. Her grandfather worked very hard to instill his morals in his granddaughter, and make sure that she was well cared for.
When Joey was 4, her mother took off for the first time. Brenda pawned their possesions, and moved to New York City, leaving Joey with her grandfather, 'just a short visit.' She returned to Colorado after being attacked on the street walking home from a night at the club. Joey's mother would drop Joey off at her grandfathers house, and then take off for a day, a week, a month. Brenda always returned, generally worse for the wear, begging for the forgiveness of her family.
Even though Joey's mother did not pay her much attention, she had a happy and healthy childhood. Her grandparents had a close knit group of friends who doted on her, bringing her treats and gifts, and spoiling her at holidays. This group made up her extended family, and each and every one protected and cared for Joley with their very lives.
A year and a half ago, Brenda met a man. Jonas claimed to love both children and Brenda...and before she knew it, Joey had been swept into the back of his Geo Metro, the threesome speeding towards Florida. Joey was scared of Jonas, and stuck close to her mother as they traveled cross-country, nearly non-stop.
They arrived in Florida, and Jonas found a dump of an apartment for them to live in. Joey slept on the filthy couch, curled up in a ball, listening to the sounds of the ghetto around her. The second night they were in the apartment...Brenda had been gone for an hour, after kissing Joey on the head and telling her she was going out to work. Joey was sitting on the couch with her knees to her chest, trying to ignore Jonas as he walked into the room and sat on the back of the couch, reaching out and gently touching her hair. Before she could say anything, or squirm away, there was a loud knocking on the door.
Jonas cursed, and stood, walking over to the door and looking out the peek hole. Joey took the oppourtunity to run off into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She flopped down on the bathroom floor with a little sigh. She didn't want to see any of Jonas' friends. As she sat there quietly, running Mario through the final level, she heard the familiar low, growly voice of her grandfather...the soothing voice of her uncle, and the highpitched voice of her aunt. She squeaked, throwing the door open and running out, throwing herself in her grandfathers arms. She had missed the beginning of the conversation, but Jonas had a terrified look in his eyes, and Mikkel looked to him and spoke very, very slowly, "I am taking my granddaughter home. You will tell my daughter to call me." The look he gave the trembling man left no room for argument, and Jonas nodded, a miserable look in his eyes.
To Be Continued...