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[DOLORES HAZE]

DOLORES MARY HAZE




"THE IMMACULATE CONTRADICTION."

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Alias: RAIN
Other Characters: N/A
Rewritten City Found Via: Google
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Comments: I'm not a whore in real life- I promise, but I do LOVE Disney.
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00I. full name Dolores Mary Haze
0II. canon or original Canon - Lolita
III. years of age Sixteen years too young.
0IV. orientation (optional) Straight-shooter
00V. social status Low
0VI. occupation Disney Medley Exotic Dancer

00I. play by Emma Stone
0II. body type Slender
III. height 5'4"
0IV. eyes color Blue
00V. description Dolores twirls the telephone cord betwen her fingers, leaning back lazily in her chair. "What do I look like? What am I wearing?," she giggled as her eyes sliced across the hotel room, "Well... that would ruin the mystery wouldn't it? Oh stop, you. I should go to the police and report about a dirty old man wanting to talk about filthy things with an obviously underage girl. Should I?" She queried, her teasing tone echoing down the hallway, "How's my allowance? I think it should be ten dollars... You're away! What do you expect me to do all by myself, huh? Or rather... what do you want me to do?" Sighing, her lips turned into a knowing smile and she looked in the full length mirror across from where she sat. "You should know how I look... you stare at me all the time like the creep you are when you're at home. Watching me dress myself and undress myself. It's all the same to you. But if you must know what I look like right now, you have every reason to want to go home. Right. Now." She played with the hem of her skirt, moaned, pointed her toes and slumped in the chair. "Tell me why the work days are so... long...?"

Dolores is tagged by people with many adjectives. Varying from cute, slutty, to one of the most beautiful young ladies in the world. (She'd like to think so anyway) Her style of dress usually consists of skirts and tops that leave little to the imagination. She mostly sticks to bright pastel colors, avoiding anything too dark. A teeny bopper at heart, she likes to follow the latest trends and dabbles a little in that when money can afford it. She showers, much forced by her mother, and does it with disgust- thought she likes to wave it in the woman's face that she only washers her hair monthly. (It doesn't hurt to rattle her birdcage every once in a while.) It takes her a very long time to change because she quite frankly likes to look at herself naked. She'd spend minutes upon minutes just staring at the beauty she was blossoming to be- and if someone was watching her, it'd take up to an hour and she'd play with herself, lips pouty and eyes expectant for whoever was there to burst through the door and "catch" her. She's always usually missing either one of her socks or sneakers- so when she goes out with them mismatching- you shouldn't be suprised. Her bright red hair is usually in an updo, childishly done (braids, pigtails). She wears minimal make-up to keep the illusion of her youth... but she absolutely adores wearing bright red lipstick. She gets the sex appeal and plain seductiveness of it- wearing it to tempt many men to watch her walk by and with their drool seeping out of their slack jaws.

00I. overall personality Dolores is very manipulative- and in her opinion she thinks it's her best trait next top her dazzling, supple looks. She likes having power over people- and it boosts her confidence through the roof when she knows she had everything under her control. By playing the innocent card- it seems like it's her ticket in. If one said that Dolores wasn't attnetion-seeking, that would be a big fat lie. The girl loves it when she's showered with attention. She lives with the belief that one day she'll be like those beautiful successful women in magazines who can get anything and everything they want. Her dreams and aspirations are big and she expects a lot out of life. However, she is well aware that rewards do not come without hard work. Her determination drives her to be the best that she can be in any field- whether it be dancing on tables, making a know out of a cherry stem, or singing a song when she knows she can't do a song justice. She tries. A flirt by nature, she leaves men and boys her age astounded in her wake. She naturally evokes people to get attracted to her- whether it be her charms, the way she holds herself, or just standing looking like an absolute doll. Dolores gets easily bored and likes to be entertained- she is not afraid of complaining about something. Even if her audience is a circle of nuns. An impatient person, she doesn't like to wait and additionally does things on impulse. The only thing that disciplines her to stay patient and contemplative are secrets. She lieks to plan the telling of each one out so that if someone wanted the truth out of her, or one of her friends- she would have already worked out a rehearsed scenario to strengthen her argument.

One of her deepest insecurities is her anxiousness of what's to appear on the horizon. She does so much in the 'now' that the whole concept of the future is terrifying to her. She hates birthdays and wishes that she could stay young and beautiful forever. Additionally, with her looks being important to her- she fears that once she's 'old', she'll be isolated from everyone. One day-to-day crisis she deals with is her heart's craving to love. Sleeping with people and being sexually satisfied was one thing, but Dolores wants to find someone who would still be with her through her good and bad and ugly. This girl is obscenely guarded when it comes to matters of the heart. How un-prostitute-like of her, to be thinking about love when it seems like currently it isn't of existence. But still- she isn't totally animalistic and carmal. She still has those ideals and dreams of marrying a prince charming to sweep her off her feet like any usual teenage girl. Does she hide this? Yes. With harsh claims of simple lust. Another fear of hers is with her outgoing and brash nature combined with fits of giggles, she won't be taken seriously. She absolutely hates it when people dismiss her as some dumb bimbo. What goes wrong is that when she tries to show people the value in her head- is that it doesn't come out as well as she'd like it to. That by no means says that she's a genius, but it proves that there is indeed more than meets the eye for this young miss.
0II. strengths Flexibility, Outgoing, Daring, Persuasion.
III. weaknesses Can't drive for her life, untidy, extremely guarded, wants true love, underestimated.
0IV. goals True love, Making money, Be a Disney Princess, Sleep with a famous political machine, Meet Miley Cyrus, Be on good terms with her mother, Always be there for Mona (and possibly matchmake her with someone), Get out of private school.

00I. notable family & friends Mona Dragoti - Best Friend, Charlotte Haze - Mother.
0II. overall history
Dolores Haze was born and raised in New York City and was actually raised in the begining in a very high scale neighboorhood with a gated apartment in the middle of numerous rich companies and boutiques. While her mother (a jewelry investor) and her father (a lawyer) would be off busy with errands throughout the day, she would stay at home with the maid who usually just put on Disney VHS tapes to keep her occupied. It was then that she realized how beautiful and picturesque their lives were. She craved to be like them someday. It was her life goal to be a princess. At a young age, she certainly didn't feel like one. The girl was often teased for her ginger qualities, her freckles were too blotchy, her skin too pale, and hair too ratty. But it wasn't just that. She often tried to pick fights with children in her class- boys and girls alike. Walks to the Principal's office felt like forever and there were indeed many. They lectured her all the time about her ruthless and spoiled behavior. It was at such a young age, 6, that she started to experience her hand with the male sex. Dolores searched and asked boys if they wanted to be her prince charming and or boyfriend, claiming that adults "did it all the time", and all they'd have to do was hold hands and kiss. Boy upon boy started to say "okay", hearing from their older brothers that she was floozy, and they'd eventually "get it in".

One night changed her life, three years later. Her mother was out, celebrating her Aunt's baby shower. Her father invited his friends over to play poker and gamble. She'd be a dear and give them bear, make sandwiches, the usual. She asked to go to her room because she was getting tired and it was very late. Mr. Haze agreed. As she tucked herself in, snuggling into the covers, she saw the door slowly open and a man crept by her bedside and forced her to kiss him. She didn't squeal, too shocked and afraid to say a single thing. He smelled of cigarette smoke and he wore a deep velvet robe over his business attire.

"Say my name, say it..." He'd coo in her ear as he groped her thin, and undeveloped body.

She was shaking, not knowing what was going on, why this weird man was touching her this way. Panicked- she squirmed out of his grasp as hard as she could, but to no avail. His hips kept grinding on hers, and she couldn't get away. Dolores was in tears, worried that she was going to be killed.

"Say my name, bitch. Say it." Her father's friend- she recognized him. The one who would ask for more beer and slip a quarter down her shirt when she "did a good job".

"Clarence...Mr. Clarence Q. Please sir..." She pleaded, as he only dry humped her forcibly deeper into the mattress.

"Please what? Tell your father a thing, and I'll kill you. How about we make a movie sometime? You're a pretty little thing.... I bet your pussy's nice and tight...and untouched."

"...what?" Thankfully, that was as far as it went. Clarence Q. sauntered back into the poker room.

Dolores was scarred for life. She closed her eyes, disgusted at what had just happened to her. But on the other hand, she remembered it feeling so good even though she knew it was bad. The man's warm hand stroking the area between her legs- it was a sensation like no other. She wanted more- more of it. Why not do it herself? That night- she began to explore and let her curiosity run wild- the youthful girl was suprised and dumbstruck to what she could do. How did it all work? At Poker games as she got older, she'd slip pieces of paper into the pockets of her father's friends and they'd perform lude sex acts in her room or in the bathroom where they often claimed to go, one right after the other. But she never let them put their gross "sausage looking thing" where it was supposed to be. The gentleman were said, but took what they could get- a very beneficial exchange on their end. Clarence Q was terrifying her, trying to bring in his camera to catch her on film. She didn't like that. Not at all. But in the end, he seemed to touch her the best. The death of her father brought woe and sadness. She would never see his friends anymore. She would never have that sensation of another person's fingers... down there. Which is why one day, one of her best friends Mona got her a dildo and named it Charlie. Charlie would be the first to take her virginity at 13. Her mother found him when she was clearning Dolores' room and felt so ashamed her little girl was already active at such a young age.

Fast forward to the present. Dolores lived away from her ashamed mother with her friend Mona. She lives witht he paranoia that Clarence will find her again and she feels like she'd half kill him, and half do him. She found herself in New York's underground club scene and joined a group of girls who danced in the cutest outfits- which were ripped off the reveal seemingly expensive and beautiful lingerie. Filling out an application, she faked her age to get the job. They asked her what she knew above everything else- hiphop music, pop music, etc. She said simply,

"I know Disney with all my heart."

The heads of the club were intrigued- knowing that there were men out there who would pay to see this fiery redhead grace the stage into one of the most well-known franchises in the world. She'd be like every man's tempted fantasy. A Childhood sure remembered. Magic everywhere... as well as in their pants and wallet. Dolores couldn't be more joyful in her life- she now considered herself her own version of those princesses from long ago- but more geared towards adult entertainment. And the men that came to see her? All of them cheered and threw money and were genuinely nice to her- her very own circle of prince charmings. However, she always felt a chill go up her spine. Because she knew that Clarence was watching, but where? She tried to shake all of it off- immersing herself into her craft and art. Her stage name? Lolita.

III. sample post

Dolores was kneeling, legs a foot apart, hands on her hips and crawling down the dimly lit catwalk, her eyes scanning the crowd behind the glittery mask she wore. She lay down abruptly as slow Caribbean music played softly in the background. Hands started to touch her, and she relaxed, most just sticking money in her garter that matched her sea-green frilly underwear. Her leg stretched up, toes pointed to the ceiling as she brushed her deep red extensions out of her eyes. She was Ariel tonight- right fully so. The girl couldn't sing for her life, and was thankful that everytime a backing track was used. All she'd have to do was look pretty and lip synch. She never got naked on stage, and when she had sex... she didn't get money for it. Prostitution was a funny game to play, but she was never sucked in as a player. She danced for money and had sex for nothing...it was all just having fun. To people's suprise and weak assumptions...this young lady didn't just have sex with ANYONE. She was very selective. They had to be important, they had to be interesting.

She mostly liked the doctors, they seemed to always know what they were doing. Well aware about the most sensitive of her body parts. She was also fond of equestrians. Need she say more? Dolores let her hands stretch out at the sides, stroking chests and buttons and ties.

"Oh, Daddy... please let me go on the land. I'm tired of swimming around with... tuna in my mouth," Her hand reached up to bite the tip of her fingernail in thought, "Surely there's something that I could do to convince you." Her tone dripped of innocence, and she even batted her eyelashes, exhaling overexaggeratedly as she emitted a slightly wine from her lips which seemed to drive the men crazy with want, their touches more greedy, feeling like feathers and nightsticks against her porcelain skin. "Does anyone like my shells?"

Her strapless purple bra was rewens to look like shelves, mimicing its movie counterpart. Her hands came to trace the linings of it, teasingly playing with the edge and threatened to pull her top down for more view of her cleavage.

Sitting up again, she slumped her body- still sticking her behind in the air like a domestic animal waiting for something. Sher began to pout like the partially trained actress she was, "I miss my daddy. My strong, king daddy who would hold me when it's getting cold, who'd rub my 'fins' when I needed him to."

Looking from side to side, her hands were buried in her hair, tilting her head back in sheer ecstacy. Every breath she took, was taken from the people watching. As her hands slowly came out of her hair, she let them trail down her stomach and right over the front of her underwear.

"Who wants to see me touch myself right now?"

Many threw money at her while she collected each cent- because it made her that much closer to being a real star where she could find a manager and get work done for the rest of her life. Lolita wiggled her hips for a couple seconds, the marimba noise shaking the excitement back into her.

"Well, too bad! Because that's not going to happy you...you beastly boys. I'm sorry...No, wait. I'm not sorry. I'd help you, but I'm a mermaid..." Dolores spread her legs wide in the space, her feet in fuck-me-pumps slightly dangling off the edge of the stage. "Just kidding! I'm your real, pure... tight... and young Disney Princess, baby Anything you want, I can."

SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.

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