MICHAELS, Roman Marie

[ROMAN MARIE MICHAELS]

ROMAN MARIE MICHAELS

TWENTY-ONE , DESTINED TO EXPLODE , BASSIST ,WITTY, CASSADEE POPE, HETEROSEXUAL

Excerpts from interrogation at police station

According to your records, your not from the United States correct?

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- Correct, I'm glad we established you can read. Point is I hated it back home, and it wasn't because of where I lived but WHO I lived with. Venice, Italy is said to be the city of romance. It's beautiful with its many canals, and historic structures but I couldn't stand it living with a man who cared nothing for my brother or I. My mom passed a few years ago, but I don't really want to get into that part of my family's....well business if you want to put it that way.

This is your second crime of vandalism. Your records describe you as a destructive, abrasive, and in all troubled individual.[/i]
- Well, being brought up in a household such as mine it creates walls and this havoc counterpart of me that you keep describing. I wasn't always so destructive, mostly after my mother passed. Running away from home sure as hell didn't help either but being caught up in the "work" of my father wasn't going to get me anywhere. If anything, the best decision I made was leaving Italy. I felt that at every corner of that country, I would run into something or someone that would always trace me back to my father. Coming to the states was like starting over for me.

Now we've just gotten the news that your currently in a band. Has this in anyway affected your actions or current behavior?[/i]
- Yes I'm the bassist for Destine to Explode, and on the contrary. They've become somewhat of the family I kind of wished I grew up with. I've become pretty close to them over time and are possibly the only ones I'll open up to. I met them through auditions of course and at the time it was about the only thing that was going to get me a new start. They're the best influences I've got, and most of the time keep me pretty grounded. I would totally place my life in their hands, maybe. Though don't put that on the record....

Now you mentioned you ran away from home, have you heard anything from your family since? Does your father even know what happened to you?[/i]
- No, I've completely lost touch with my father and brother. I regret leaving him behind with that man but I wasn't even sure myself where I was going to end up. I'm only hoping he's grown to realize he too needs to escape, leave far from home. As for my father knowing where I am. No he doesn't nor do I even want him to know. I don't need him tracing my steps out here and I'm pretty sure he doesn't much care. He's always just been about the family "business" anyway. Unfortunately I don't want to go into details, but I'm pretty sure you've got a good idea. Does the word mob sound familiar. It's really big in Italy even today.

Well we're about done here, and I've been told your being released. I'm hoping you won't be here in the future.[/i]
- Now you know I can't totally guarantee that. If I don't find trouble, it always finds me. Yes I've been told I have a short temper and possibly anger issues, but that mostly comes from my father's genes.....unfortunately to say. If it makes things any better, I probably won't be back for atleast a week or two. My band needs me and I personally hate sitting in this damn room. Ciao


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HEY, MY NAME IS ELLIE. I HAVE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 5 YEARS. I PLAY NONE OTHER CHARACTERS, AND HERE'S A SAMPLE OF WHAT I CAN DO;

"Kingsley's other end of the city was decent to say during the day, but once the sun faded beneath the horizon it became a place for creeps, partygoers, and others seeking some sort of escape from their real lives. Perfect example was Cass. Only her escape was more of an addiction really. If there were two things she could live off of, it was her search for adrenaline and gambling.

Unfortunately the brunette wasn't per say any good at what she played. Poker, Blackjack, Texas Hold em, it all ended the same at times. She lost. Money was lost, debts were created, and soon people were demanding money. Money that poor Cassadee sure as hell didn't have.

"Get your punkass back here Cass!" A boy's yells were well heard by everyone's ears but that hadn't seized Cassadee from proceeding to move down the concrete take an exit down an alleway. Her eyes fixed on a nearby dumpster which she had pulled herself up onto only to run across the wall and pull herself over the fence bordering up ahead.
With grace her feet touch the ground only to tuck into a roll seconds after to level out the impact of his jump. The movement of the body leaping through the air to skillfully land on the ground and continue running forward was a feat to accomplish indeed. Cass loved this move most of all. You had to land on the toes of your feet, never the flat of your foot. It was almost cat-like in a way.

Short breaths left her bruised and torn lips, heart beating, and legs aching, Cassadee had to slow to a stop upon coming to a dead end. Behind her she could still here feet. "Cazzo.." The brunette muttered the profanity, looking around for any sort of thing to hide behind. She was yanked back, pulled towards the older boy who had followed her. "Let go, Cazzo." She said, lifting a fist that roughly collided with his jaw. The male shoved her back, pissed now.

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