viva la `GLORIA!

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Name: ... that's a long story and a half. See, she was born to be known as something entirely different from who she actually claims to be. To her, the entire naming process is demeaning to the child. Someone is already labelling you before you ever have the chance to defend yourself. To assert yourself. When she came to this realization, she quickly decided that it was her own right to declare herself as she wished to be seen. Gloria Ames decided that she wanted to be called nothing else when she was nine years old. Gloria, she chose, because she wanted to be everyone's savior; she would love nothing more than to help the world achieve total peace and serenity. Ames quickly followed, derived from the French word for friend. Ambitiously (and somewhat naively), Gloria wanted to be considered a friend to any and all who needed one. She still believes that she could do this, but only if the others are willing. She, above anyone else, knows a lost cause when she sees one.
Age: Sixteen going on Sixty.
Gender: She's female, and quite the feminist, too.
Year: Sixth.
Face Claim: Juno Temple

Canon or Original? Original.

Facial Properties:

SHE PUTS HER MAKEUP ON LIKE GRAFFITI ON THE WALLS OF THE HEARTLAND

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Gloria has what can only be considered as a "doll face". If you took a picture of just her face, ignored her body, her height, everything but her face, you might think she's about five years old. She has a round face that, until recently, hadn't had much definition to it. There weren't ridiculous amounts of cheekbones or a high, regal forehead. Her eyes were rather plain, the hazel merely glimmering behind her bangs. Her eyebrows were bushy and untamed. She was plain. She was... boring. She was normal. As a child, there really hadn't been much for her to do about it, and what happened over the years was mostly accidental. When she went on a hunger-strike for the kitchen's house elves, her face lost a bit of the roundness. Due to her loss of weight, her chin became more defined against her neck, and her cheekbones, while maintaining their original round qualities, stuck out more against her cheeks. It took something so extreme to make Gloria look older, and no matter how much she eats now, she can't seem to put the weight back on her face.

In addition, Gloria discovered the wonderful world of make-up. Nothing was more exciting to her than experimenting with colors and shadings, sculpting her face or painting it on like war-paint. Make-up became another means to assert herself in the world. She could use it to distinguish herself from the rest of the crowd. Her favorite thing to do is to heavily line her eyes or make her lips super-bright, utilizing pinks and reds and the occasional purple to really make a statement and separate herself from everyone else. Her hair is another favorite thing of hers to play with, as far as appearances go. While it’s naturally blonde and extremely curly, Gloria’s been known to straighten it or dye it red, just to mix things up. She’d never want to be caught looking one way for too long, obviously. There was even a period of time where she had long, multi-colored dreadlocks.

It’s just never brought up very often, despite the pictures of proof.

Physique:

SHE WEARS A RUBBER COAT FOR THE COMING OF THE NUCLEAR WINTER

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Spit-Fire.

Another commonly-used word to describe Gloria. Because she’s smaller than the average girl her age, but she would never, ever let you belittle her for it. In her mind, she towers over everyone despite only coming to a lousy five-foot-even. Even at her smaller height, she’s quite the contradiction of herself again. She has curves-a larger bust, a smaller waist, and hips that spread generously, completing the classic “hourglass figure”. Unfortunately, it isn’t as if she shows off this enviable physique; her choice in clothing is about as quirky as her choice in hairstyles and make-up. Before coming to Hogwarts it was anything and everything from long, floor-length dresses to faux-fur coats and velvet pants. She wore what she thought would make a statement for whatever she was currently protesting. Most of her clothes were usually organic, or, at the very least, something she made herself. Upon coming to Hogwarts, she quickly began tweaking her uniform. Adding buttons and patches where she could get away with them, often sporting her rainboots instead of any other kind of shoewear. Obnoxious red things that she painted over with different slogans. “Meat’s a treat except to those you eat” and whatnot, little things she hopes other people will catch, hold onto, and live by.

Because she does, so why can’t they?

Wand Type: 13” Maple, Phoenix Tail Feather Core
Wand Expertise: Gloria received her wand in America from a wizard who specialized in particularly powerful wands. Her parents only wanted the best for their little girl when it came to protecting herself, and Gloria wanted something strong that would help assert herself in a crowd of peers. After going through countless wands, all of which failed miserably in their trials (the shopkeeper had never seen a wand break all the glass windows before), he finally handed her this one. The Phoenix feather was taken from a bird native to the Amazon, owned, very briefly, by the Prime Minister of the American Ministry. The bird was a bit of a reckloose, however, and had to be set free after attempting to escape multiple times. The symbolism and irony had never been lost on Gloria. Her wand’s specialty, naturally, was it’s ability to help those who wanted to rebel. Her wand specializes in charms, hexes, and jinxes. Some for the good of those around her, but some for the bad. It has always been up to Gloria to decide which she would prefer to use it for. Her wand is extremely magical, and she aims to only use it for the good of herself and those around her.
Patronus: Badger. Badger’s are known for their tenacity and their determination. They always get whatever they are currently seeking at the time. They are focused little creatures; there is always a goal in mind. They are also symbols of independence, defense, and protection. Gloria has always been independent minded, and she has made it her life goal to defend and protect those who are unable to do so for themselves; to be the voice for the silent.
Boggart: A world at peace. As much as it is her goal, it is also her worst nightmare; when she would truly be unnecessary. She fears not being needed over anything else.

Personality:

SHE HAS A LITTLE BOOK OF CONSPIRACIES RIGHT IN HER HAND

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Gloria was raised on the principals of questioning everything. Her favorite word is "why". Under the firm belief that everyone always has some sort of ulterior motive, Gloria rarely ever takes anything at face-value. Her tenacity has gotten her in trouble with plenty of teachers and other such authority figures, but it's only because she believes that the only truth is that which someone discovers for themselves; meaning that she believes as she perceives things to be. She doesn't particularly have this idea that the world is out to get her; she more embodies the idea that everyone is out to get everyone else. Personal gain is all people ever care about, to the point that they will go to lengths to step on other people. Her conspiracy theories are never particular to a certain person or group of people. She believes everyone conspires over everyone else. It may take many, many attempts to ever convince Gloria of anything. She's stubborn in these beliefs, and it takes a lot of patience and hard work to work through the walls she surrounds herself with. Since Gloria has been known to go to great lengths to research every possible fact, opinion, and blurb about anything she cares about, one must also have a particularly well-thought out and conceivable arguement. Gloria is very logically minded. If things don't make sense, they obviously can't be true. Though, having been accepted to a school full of impossibilities, Gloria has seemed to have calmed down considerably with this idea. She's more open to new ideas, though she still lays claim to the need of proof to back up any sort of arguement. She doesn't have a lot of blind faith or trust in anyone or anything. Some call it paranoia, she prefers to consider it as a level of intelligence not many others chose to maintain.

SHE IS RIDING HER BIKE LIKE A FUGITIVE OF CRITICAL MASS

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Gloria isn't one to take herself too seriously. If her shoes and her bag don't match, she'll still walk out of the common room with her head held high. She'll be the first to crack a joke about herself, and she'll be the first to laugh at a joke made about her. She doesn't care about herself; she's always been about others. Always willing to spend her lunch money feeding the homeless man she had the two-minute conversation with before she caught the bus that morning. Always willing to freeze for the day, donating her jacket to someone else. What time that isn't spent doing homework and other things deemed 'necessary' by her 'parents' and other 'authority figures' is spent in soup kitchens or on street corners, passing out flyers. When she became a part of the wizarding world, her free time was spent studying up on the things that were wrong with this new society she was inducted into. Then, her free time was spent organizing groups or making posters to hang around the halls. Sending out letters to the large companies or the Ministry itself, attempting to do right as she saw and believed it to be. The lack of time spent on herself rarely affects her personality, except that she seems to have lost the ability to just relax or have fun like a normal kid. Her childhood was happily sacrificed in favor of the greater good.

Still, Gloria doesn't take herself seriously. Sometimes, when she's really pushing a point, she knows that she's going just a bit too far. She'll be the first to smile, real big, laugh a little, and go, "Okay, maybe not like that, but seriously..."

SHE'S ON A HUNGER STRIKE FOR THOSE WHO WON'T MAKE IT FOR DINNER

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Extremist. Another word that could easily describe Gloria's personality. She's stopped eating to prove a point. Stopped sleeping to prove a point. Stopped showering to prove a point. Shaved her head to prove a point. Tied herself to a tree to prove a point. Whatever she feels will get her point across and for her to get taken seriously, she'll do it. Doesn't matter if it'll make her look strange or stupid or silly. We already covered that she never takes herself too seriously, right? She's determined, in this sense. She has this fantastic amount of determination and courage to just stand up for what she feels is right, to not really care if no one else agrees with her. She doesn't really have a mind-set nor need for true popularity. She finds the entire idea of a social status to be demeaning and pointless. So, you're popular in school. Twenty years from now, will anyone really give a shit?

Yeah. She thought so.

SHE'S A SUCKER FOR ALL THE CRIMINALS BREAKING THE LAW

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Okay, so a boyfriend has never been at the top of Gloria's priorities, but if she had to? She'd pick a guy who could be just as passionate, just as furious, just as angry as she can be. She finds herself lusting after the stereotypical bad-boy; she finds them to be one of the very few people who can actually keep up with her. They aren't intimidated by the fact that she actually has a brain-- nor are they intimidated by the fact that she actually knows how to use it, too. She's not a romantic. The guy who would write her a poem, the guy who would speak softly into her ear by the roaring fire, the guy who would-- ugh, she's gotta stop talking about them now. Mostly because she's about to be sick from all the mush already. Those kinds of guys? Yeah, need not apply.




Likes:

WELL, SHE'S ONE OF A KIND.

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+ Her Roots. Despite the fact that Gloria is quite proud of her current standing in the wizarding world, she refuses to be ashamed of her past, embracing the muggle lifestyle she was raised in. Even the obvious prejudices against "her kind" of people within this school only furtherly motivate her to remain proud of her heritage. Gloria has always been the type of girl to stand up for "the little guy", particularly when the minority of the situation includes herself. Gloria is also quite proud of her parents and their accomplishments within the muggle world; she has always admired their continuous good works within their communities. Translating that kind of work to the wizarding world, although a challenge, hasn't been too difficult. Where her parents fought for equal rights to all races, sexualities, and genders, Gloria fights for the equal rights of different magical species, "blood types", and other wizarding stereotypes. Her pride for her parents makes her strive to be like them herself.

+ Herself. Gloria is very, very self-assured. She doesn't have the typical low self-esteem that other girls sometimes fall victim to. Quite the opposite, really. Having grown up in such a positive household full of parents who were constantly praising her, Gloria has grown up to love herself for exactly who she is, flaws and all. Her self-approval, however, does not make her come across as arrogant or brattish; instead, she refuses to sit around and whine with the other girls about how fat her thighs look and whether or not blue is really "her color". Her parents had always taught her that she needed to love herself before she could ever love another, and so she spent her earlier years accepting who she was so she was free to love the world.

+ Her Beliefs. "All's fair, period." There is no "love", and there particularly is no "war" in that phrase in Gloria's mind. While love does play a major role in her beliefs, she doesn't want to force that idea on anyone. Actually, she doesn't want to force any idea on anyone. If anything, Gloria just wants people to understand her point of view; they don't have to particularly accept it. They just have to know that it's there. She prefers to educate rather than enforce.

+ Intelligence and Knowledge. Gloria takes great strides into knowing everything she possibly can about a particular cause before she ever begins to petition and fight for it. Most importantly, Gloria likes to know all sides and arguements, taking into consideration every single detail she can before making a decision. She takes particular care in making intelligent arguements for herself and her beliefs, and she makes sure she is as knowledgable as she can be on any particular subject. She never, ever wants to allow herself the opportunity to look stupid or as if she isn't quite sure what she's talking about. She'd rather not talk than say something idiotic.

+ Conversation. She'd rather be able to talk to a guy than suck his face off. The same goes with her girlfriends. Being able to talk to people is much more important to her than anything else. She'd even go further as to say that intelligent conversation is key with her; she finds that talking about nothing is a huge waste of her time. She could care less about the fashions in Paris or "how fucking adorable" so-and-so are together. If you have nothing important to say, don't bother talking to Gloria at all.

+ Animals. One of Gloria's favorite causes is animals' rights. She's a vegan for that reason, she refuses to wear real leather or fur for that reason... Gloria's entire stance on life in general is to defend the weak, and nothing in her mind is weaker than the poor, innocent animals people are so freely chowing down on as if there are no other options. After she learned of her place in the wizarding world, her horizons on animal rights have broadened into species' rights as well, focusing on the rights of "cross-species" like werewolves, merpeople, and centaurs. House elves, owls, and other wizarding "pets and servents" also make her list. Her love of animals has quickly made her parents' house in England quite the zoo, having rescued countless amounts of animals, both magical and muggle.

+ Individuality. Gloria is quite the non-conformist, and definitely not the standard-issue beauty. In fact, she spends more time hiding her true beauty than accentuating it, not really caring how crazy people think she looks. She prefers to take risks and stand out than to look like every other person walking the halls, whether it's painting slogans on her rain boots or wearing outrageous hats and large, lensless glasses simply to make a statement.

+ Attention. If it hasn't already become quite clear, Gloria adores being the center of attention, though not for the "typical" reasons. If anything, Gloria enjoys being the center of attention so much because she believes that when people are paying attention to her, they're paying attention to the issues she cares about most. Her entire purpose is not to further herself in the world, but to further her ideas and beliefs.

+ Piano. Her mother and father had her begin taking lessons when she was three, and she's been pounding away at the ivory keys ever since. She used to write her own songs, singing and playing them at family gatherings until she became so caught up in her purposes that she often forgot about it. She hasn't played in close to a year, and she misses it terribly. Still, "There are always more important things than pleasure in this world."

+ Dark Chocolate. Even the strongest of wills has a weak point.

Dislikes:

SHE'S THE LAST OF THE AMERICAN GIRLS.

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- Ignorance. Gloria can stomach someone disagreeing with her, knowing that is well-within their rights as another human being, but what she truly can't stand is someone who isn't even willing to listen or to learn. Ignorance is something Gloria can't stand, and the only thing that truly pisses her off enough that she'll get right in someone's face over it. It often gets her into trouble, but she'd rather be silenced than ignored.

- Discrimination. Gloria prides herself on being able to look at the world as simply the world. To her, there are no lines drawn in sand, there are no differences between herself and the person standing next to her other than their appearance or their beliefs. Peel away all those layers, and we all have the same organs, same bones, same insides. That's the only difference Gloria even recognizes; she prefers to look at all people as her equals, and she hates when people try and fit her into a specific type. "It's like trying to shove a square peg into a round hole." And the term "mudblood" should only be used around her if you aren't particularly fond of the way your nose looks on your face to begin with.

- England. While she loves being in a new place meeting new people and coming to understand even more diverse takes on her beliefs, Gloria would be lying if she didn't honestly admit that she misses living in America. Despite the many problems and the fact that she only occasionally agrees with her government, it's still home to her. She has yet to find that one thing in England that makes it feel like a home to her; it's almost as if she's just constantly on vacation here.

- Meat, Leather, Fur. As a staunch vegan and animal rights' activist, the very idea of eating or purchasing one of those three things makes her gag reflex misbehave. She's never in her life had nor tried meat, and she never intends to.

- Idiocy. Please, if you have nothing more clever to say to her other than, "Yeah, well, so is your face," please hang up your towel and go home. While Gloria is increasingly more patient with people than she can be, nothing frustrates her more than having to deal with a person who can't even speak properly for themselves.

- Stereotypes and Standards. She's never had a boyfriend. That does not somehow, someway make her a lesbian, nor some ball-busting bitch who doesn't give a shit about men. Quite the opposite, really. Gloria's had crushes and little flings here and there, but she never seems to want to sacrifice any of her time to fully spend time with a boy. Furthermore, she hates the standards that she is kept to as a teenage girl; she could care less about shopping and fashion and make-up and... blahblahblah. Stereotypes are equally as frustrating; the only thing Gloria likes about either or those things is disproving them.

- Government and Authority. "Fuck that. Fuck that and the high horse they allow to shit on me." Gloria believes in the individual's rights, something she sees the government as an enemy of instead of a protector of. She doesn't trust people in higher places, believing them all to be corrupt and complete with their own hidden agendas. She lives to challenge authority and their place in this world, striving to show people how greedy and self-important they really are.

- Greed and Wealth. Gloria believes there's enough to go around, and she hates it when people don't use their own gains to help others. Selfishness is a particular pet-peeve of Gloria's. She believes the world to be a continuing system of people working together to help each other survive; watching people throw their money away on riches and luxuries whilst other people can barely afford to put bread on the table disgusts her. She, herself, only buys the necessities, using everything else to help out those who need it more than she does.

- Loud Noises and Being Alone. She's easily spooked by loud noises ever since "The Accident". She also doesn't like being alone. Gloria's always done better in a group, but being alone causes her to grow restless and act out even more than usual. It makes her uneasy, and she always prefers to have someone or something there.

- Brussel Sprouts. "If there was ever a cliche I am happy to be a part of..."

History:
** Please note that I am telling Gloria's history through letters because I wish for it to be ambiguous. You are meant to be confused and there are meant to be holes in the story. Where's the excitement in knowing everything before she ever has the chance to tell you herself?

The First Love
1947 - 1948

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17 November 1947

Dearest Amelia,

Please, do not be discouraged by the attitudes and tones of my parents. Their marriage had been arranged by their parents, and are firmly under the belief that things like love and soul mates are only possible in fairy tales and the novels of fiction they surround themselves in. I love you. I've always loved you, and I will continue to love you until the day that I die. Please, Amelia, I beg you. Run away with me. We don't need them. We've never needed them.

The only thing I need is you.

Yours,
Now and Forever,
Robert

18 November 1947

My Sweet Robert,

It wasn't particularly your parents that discouraged me, but rather that they seem so discouraged by you. I can't tear you away from your family. Love is a fickle thing, my darling, but family is forever. Please. Talk to them. If they truly love you as I believe they do, they will listen. There is a way for us to make this work without either one of us destroying the very ties we hold dear. You say you don't need them now, but what if something were to ever happen to me? Where would you be then?

Talk to them, darling. If not for yourself, then for me.

Forever Yours,
Amelia

1 December 1947

To Whom it May Concern:

Our son, Robert Edward Jones, is betrothed to Miss Elizabeth Jane Smith, and has been since he was born. The silly, school-yard crush that has been grossly developed out of proportion shall not stop him from marrying her next June. We ask that you discontinue any correspondence with our son, or else the proper actions with the authorities shall be taken.

Sincerely,
Mr. and Mrs. David Matthew Jones

Robert--

Fuck your family.

Meet me at the plaza at midnight.

Amelia

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CERTIFICATE OF MATRIMONY
(AS WITHIN THE POWER OF THE LITTLE WHITE CHAPEL ON FIFTH AND BROADWAY)
DECLARES Robert Edward Jones AND

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HUSBAND AND WIFE on this day[/font] 14 December 1947.
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3 January 1948

Mr. and Mrs. Jones:

Please know that rent is collected on the fourth of every month, to be deposited underneath my doorstep in room 114. No pets, no loud music, and no children are permitted. Trash is collected every Friday except on holidays. A plumber will be by at the end of the week to fix the leaky sink, so don't worry. You are permitted to make one other copy of this key. Please let me know if you need any further help getting settled, but only call between the hours of 2 and 4 p.m.

Welcome to New York,
J. J. Long

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23 January 1948

Dear Jane,

I know it must be hard, continuing to write to me despite the fact that I have been disowned from our family. It means the world to me that you are risking everything just to keep in touch. Amelia's fine, despite the fact that she's been feeling a little under the weather as of recently. I think she should see a doctor; she tells me I'm ridiculous and that it's just the flu. I’ll take her to one whether she likes it or not if this persists.

How is Charles handling the pressure? Tell him I’m sorry, though I’m sure it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t stand to be the leader of something I had no passion in. To marry someone I didn’t love. I feel terrible just settling that weight onto his shoulders, but I didn’t know what else to do. I had no other choice but to run away. Surely, he understands that, right?

Please, keep writing.

Your brother,
Robert

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DR. GEORGE MURDOCK, M.D.
London General Hospital, OB-GYN
P E R S C R I P T I O N

Prenatal vitamins, (7x), two refills.
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15 February 1948

Mrs. Peabody,

I'm doing well. I've been sober now for at least a year; falling in love tends to make people do things they always felt were impossible. I'm pregnant, now. Robert's beside himself. Mostly, though, we're trying to figure out where we're going to live. Our apartment doesn't allow for children. We have some time, though. I'm not too worried.

I'll keep checking in, though. As promised.

Yours,
Amelia

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24 March 1948

Dear Robert,

I can't talk to you anymore. Mother's threatening to cut me off if I continue, and I can't afford college by myself. I'm sorry, but I have no other choice. All the best to you and Amelia.

Your sister,
Jane

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25 March 1948

Mr. and Mrs. Jones:

Who the hell do you think you are? Sitting up there on your high-horses, looking down upon anyone and everyone who isn't just like you. It was suffocating growing up in that house with your egos. I understand that you were raised to believe that marriages aren't meant to be ones filled with love, but I refuse to suffer the way I witnessed you both while I was growing up. I refuse to let some other child suffer the way I had to. I understood when I left with Amelia that you would no longer consider me your son, but how dare you attempt to convince Jane to no longer consider me her brother. Take away the wealth and the status if you must, but don't you take away my siblings. Don't take away the only family that I actually consider family.

I will keep in contact with her, whether it pleases you or not.

Sincerely,
Robert

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3 April 1948

Robert:

You made your choice. We only asked that Jane make hers. Stop all attempts to contact her. We will not hesitate to call the authorities for harassment.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones

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10 June 1948

Mrs. Peabody,

Robert and I no longer have to stress about where to live. We lost the baby. The doctor said it was normal; the amount of stress we've both been under could have influenced it, but I know what it really was. I couldn't stop myself, and I feel weaker because of it. I can't. This addiction is a hard one to break, and I don't think I'm strong enough to handle it. Robert doesn't know. I don't think I'll ever tell him. He misses his family. His sister, mostly, and being with me makes him miserable. Because he's miserable without them. And I couldn't handle that pressure. Don't you see? I had to. I had no other choice.

Don't judge me.

Amelia

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1 July 1948

Amelia,

Your waitressing shifts start next Thursday. You'll be expected to work from eight at night until eight the following morning. You get one ten minute cigarette break every hour, two if we're slower. Wear white shoes; we'll provide you with your dress and apron upon arrival. Don't be late.

Sincerely,
Thomas Jenkins

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23 August 1948

Mrs. Peabody,

I can't do this anymore. I can't keep this secret from him. I can no longer find the lies to explain to him where all the money's going. He wants a divorce. He wants to get rid of me, once and for all. I need to get clean, Mrs. Peabody, but I don't know how. Heroin's all I've ever known. It's the only thing that keeps me alive anymore. Please. I need your help.

Amelia

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CERTIFICATE OF DIVORCE

THE UNION OF Robert Edward Jones AND Amelia Beth Cash HAS HEREBY BEEN NULLIFIED DUE TO Irreconsiable Differences, ON THIS DAY 12 December 1948
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The Hopeless Years
1949 - 1950

3 January 1949

Jane,

I'm lost without her. She's all I've ever known and all I've ever wanted to know. I didn't want to divorce Amelia, but she wasn't my Amelia anymore. She was this liar, this junkie, this fiend that I couldn't recognize. How could I continue to love someone I didn't even know anymore? Still, I don't quite know what to do with myself. I'm barely making ends meet, and, soon, I might be lining up with the others to get soup on the corner.

Yours,
Robert

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12 January 1949

Jane,

Please, reply to my letters. I'm about to be evicted. I have no where to go. Please, at least let me know that I have someone else out there who believes in me. Someone else out there who cares what happens to me. Please, Jane, reply.

Yours,
Robert

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NOTICE OF EVICTION

PLEASE have your belongings out and the apartment cleared by THIS SATURDAY or else the authorities will be called to forcibly remove you from the premises. Whatever is left in the apartment after THIS SATURDAY will be discarded. THANK YOU for your cooperation.
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SIGN IN SHEET
St. Catherine's Center for the Homeless

JONES, Robert --- 4 February 1949, 9:00 P.M.
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7 April 1949

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

My name is Sister Margaret Louise, and I am a sister of faith, currently residing within the St. Catherine's Center for the Homeless as a ward sister. One of our current residents, Mr. Robert Jones, experienced a rather short run of bad luck and has landed himself within our care. Even so, he has been a constant blessing to have around, repairing whatever needs to be repaired and working constantly to better our small shelter. The reason I am writing to you is because I believe he would be a very good canidate for a job in which you are currently seeking an employee. My address is attatched to this letter. Please, do not hesitate to write me with questions or concerns pertaining to Mr. Jones. I would be only happy to oblige.

May God Bless you and yours,
Sister Margaret Louise.

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10 June 1949

Robert,

Your training starts on the 1st of July. Unfortunately, we can not get you an advance in pay. Come early so that you can be fitted into your uniform. Congratulations and welcome to our team. We're glad to have you working in our restaurant. Feel free to stop in for a meal when you need one, and we'll see you soon.

Sincerely,
M. Robinson
Owner of Mark's Diner

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Hey, Baby--

I can't wait to see you tonight. I'm going to blow your mind, so don't you dare be late.

xo
Sugar

CALLING ALL THOSE ANGERED BY THE GREED OF OUR GOVERNMENT
THOSE PERSECUTED FOR BEING WHO THEY ARE
THOSE IN NEED OF SOMETHING REAL AND TRUE TO BELIEVE IN!
A group of young, angry and forgotten people is meeting this Thursday in Central Park, close to the 86th street entrance. Come if you need something to believe in. Come if you need someone to believe in you.
ALL ARE WELCOMED AND WILL BE WELCOMED!

10 SEPTEMBER 1949

Sugar,

What's your real name? Not the one you give out to all the other men at the club. I want to know who you really are. I want to know you, babe, not the act.

-- Robbie

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Listen, Robbie--

It's better if you don't get involved, okay? Why are you trying to ruin such a good thing? I told you. It's just sex. That's all it is, and that's all it'll ever be. And if you don't like that, you can stay the fuck away from me.

Sugar

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Sugar,

I'll behave. Meet me tonight?

-- Robbie

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Robbie, baby,

Always.

xo
Sugar

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PROTEST IN TIMES SQUARE
THIS IS HOW WE'LL GET OUR VOICES HEARD. THIS IS HOW WE'LL SHOW THE WORLD WHAT WE ARE MADE OF.
FIGHT INJUSTICE!
FIGHT PROPRAGANDA!
FIGHT THE MAN WHO WANTS TO PUSH US DOWN!
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN!
STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!
COME ONE, COME ALL!
4 FEBRUARY 1951

Robbie--

I need to see you. It's important.

Sugar

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The Years of Reformation
1950 - 1958

CERTIFICATE OF MATRIMONY
(AS WITHIN THE POWER OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK)
DECLARES Robert Edward Jones AND

[/font] January Rose Summers
HUSBAND AND WIFE on this day[/font] 3 March 1951.
New York, New York[/font][/Center]

BIRTH CERTIFICATE
Name: Jackson Edward Jones
Weight: 6 lbs, 7 oz.
Height: 11 inches
Date: 8 August 1951
Mother: January Jones
Father: Robert Jones

BIRTH CERTIFICATE
Name: Jerimiah Robert Jones
Weight: 5 lbs, 6 oz.
Height: 11 inches
Date: 8 August 1951
Mother: January Jones
Father: Robert Jones

Sugar,

I love you. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and I'm lucky to have you as my wife and as the mother of my children.

Have a good day. Call the restaurant if you need me.

Yours,
Robbie

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Robbie--

We need:

[ ] Eggs
[ ] Milk
[ ] Chicken -- preferably a whole one, though I will settle for just the breasts.
[ ] Cereal
[ ] Laundry powder
[ ] Toilet paper

xo
Sugar

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3 January 1952

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Jones,

The two bedroom apartment will be available to move into on the first of the month. I will give you your key then, in addition to a proper list of rules and regulations. The first three month's rent will be due the day you move in, and rent will be collected the last day of every month.

Welcome to Brooklyn,
E. J. Matthews

Robbie--

I need you home tonight to watch the kids. There's a feminist rally in town that I promised I'd help run. Have Rico take your shift at the restaurant. He owes you from last week, remember?

xo
Sugar[/i]

10 November 1953

Hey, Joshua --

I just wanted to say thanks for all the help. Really, with everything that's been happening the past few months, those few days that you watch the kids really help more than I can ever say. Trust me. I know they're a handful. We will repay you, I promise.

-- Robbie

20 November 1953
Robbie,

Don't worry about it. I understand, and I just hope that Jan feels better soon. I know how hard these miscarriages have been on the both of you, but God always has a way.

Believe in that.

-- Joshua

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WARRANT FOR THE ARREST OF

Robert Edward Jones

ON THE CHARGES OF

Disrupting the peace.

ISSUED ON THE

19th January 1954
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Sugar--

This is unfair, corrupt, and wrong.

How can they shove me in jail for fighting what's right?

Stay strong, my sweet. I'll be home soon.

Yours,
Robbie

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Robbie, love:

I'm pregnant.

xo
Sugar

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BIRTH CERTIFICATE

[/font]
Name: Jasmine Elisabeth Jones
Weight: 7 lbs, 11 oz.
Height: 13 inches
Date: 8 July 1955
Mother: January Jones
Father: Robert Jones[/blockquote][/blockquote]

Sugar--

I've been thinking. When I get released, we should get out of this city. Three kids, darling. This city's hard enough on those old enough to know that it's wrong. Perhaps we should think of the children. I don't want their innocence tainted with the injustice they will undoubtedly suffer.

Think on it, love.

Twelve more days, my darling. Stay strong.

Yours,
Robbie

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Robbie--

Fuck that. Let's raise them to know right from wrong through experience instead of talk. They'll know we're right, because they'll see it. They'll believe it.

I am strong, and I want my children to be, too.

Come home.

xo
Sugar

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HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY JASMINE!
Love you always,
Mommy and Daddy
and Jack and Jerry

The Year of Corruption
1959

Joshua--

Thanks for all the help during the time I was sent away. Those charges were false and bogus-- digging up old things that happened years ago-- whatever. Point is, I'm home, and, once more, in your debt.

Thanks again,
Robbie

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Joshie, baby--

We might be in trouble. I'm pregnant, and I don't quite know if it's yours or Robbie's.

xo
Summer

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Summer--

Just tell him already. He has to understand. He was away. He left you. I would never do that.

I love you.
Joshua

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Joshua--

You don't love me. Don't fucking tell me you love me, okay? I love Robert, and I'm not going to fuck this up. I won't. I was lonely, and you took advantage of that. He didn't leave me. The Man fucking took him away. The only thing my Robert is guilty of is caring far too much about those around him. I refuse to hurt him just because I was stupid.

-- January

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Summer--

What the fuck? Where is this even coming from? Two months ago, you were all for a divorce, all for moving away to the country with me, raising the children "right". He comes home, and all of a sudden I'm shit?

Fuck you. You tell him, or I will.

-- Joshua

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Joshua--

Don't call me that. And he won't believe you. He would never believe you.

-- January

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SUMMER--

And our baby? What of it?

-- Joshua

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Joshua--

Don't worry. I took care of it.

-- January

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OBITUARY

JOSHUA ALLEN
14 December 1930 - 15 March 1959
Beloved son, dear friend.
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Robbie--

I know how devastating Joshua's suicide was, but you can't keep yourself locked in there forever. Please. Open the door. Let me in.

xo
Sugar

Robbie--

I'm serious. The kids are crying. They want their father.

xo
Sugar

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16 June 1959

Dear Robert,

This letter is long overdue, I feel, yet it took me forever to write it. In fact, this is my fourth draft of simply this single sentence. I have wanted to contact you for ages, but my councelors have always stopped me. Still, I feel like I'll never gain closure without this last letter.

If you haven't guessed, it's me. Amelia.

I'm clean now. I have been sober for nearly five years now, can you believe it? I barely can, but the years have flown by, really. The first one dragged on something awful, but I got through it. I pulled through-- I found the strength you always talked about, but I never understood. I admire you so much more now than I did then, if that's even possible. I don't know where I wanted to go with this, but I couldn't stand remaining silent for so long. I want to thank you. Without that divorce-- without your adamant belief that I needed to get my shit together, I never would have. I would have continued to use to the day that I died. And that wouldn't have been fair to you, which I understand that now. I understand that you needed to do what was best for you, to give me space to do what was best for me.

Please, I'd like to see you. Just for coffee, I swear.

Yours,
Amelia

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Robbie--

Please, don't go see her. How do you know it's not some trap, or something? Can you trust her after all these years?

Stop and get some milk on your way home from work, please. We're fresh out and I need it for dinner.

xo
Sugar

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{written on a napkin}

656 - 7340

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Sugar--

We need to talk.

-- Robbie

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20 December 1959

Dear Amelia,

I can't leave her.

She's pregnant, with our fourth. Our fourth, Amelia, and I can't bring myself to leave them when they obviously need me so much. What kind of example does that set? I don't want them to grow up resenting me. I can't leave her, yet I don't love her. How is this fair?

Please, understand.

Yours,
Robbie

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24 December 1959

Dearest Robbie,

I understand, and perhaps you need to, too--

Life will never be fair, no matter how much you try to fight that.

Yours, forever,
Amelia

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The Years of Repentance
1960 - 1968

BIRTH CERTIFICATE
Name: Josephine January Jones
Weight: 6 lbs, 13 oz.
Height: 11 inches
Date: 1 June 1960
Mother: January Jones
Father: Robert Jones

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Dr. Herman Greer, Ph. D.
Family and Marriage Therapist

Your appointment is set for next Thursday, the 14th, at 1 o'clock.

Please be prompt.
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Hey, Mr. Jones--

A dollar an hour is hardly enough when the boys won't stop picking on Jasmine-- causing her to scream and throw a fucking tantrum every two fucking seconds --and that new baby won't shut the fuck up. I quit. Find yoruself a new fucking babysitter-- good luck with these brats.

Jessica

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Robbie--

Do you remember Elsie? Well, we got together for coffee the other day; she's great with kids. She said she'd watch them so we can go out on a date this Saturday.

xo
Sugar

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HAPPY 4th BIRTHDAY, JOSIE!
Love, Mommy, Daddy, Jack, Jerry, and Jazz.

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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Jones,

Due to Joshua's suicide, years ago, no one has wanted to rent the apartment directly next to yours. With your family continuing to expand, it seems, we would like to offer you the second apartment for a minimal fee of an extra $100 a month. We'd even be willing to do the construction ourselves; we believe that adding a second door, or perhaps taking down one of your interior walls would be the best solution. Let us know immediately so we can get started.

Sincerely,
E. J. Matthews

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Dr. Herman Greer, Ph. D.
Family and Marriage Therapist

Your progress has been phenomenal over the past few years. You have both worked past your differences and reconnected on a level that I had previously considered unheard of. Continue to talk, to discuss, to love each other. Rekindling the romance that was there all those years ago. You still have it; in fact, you never lost it.

I consider you both healed. Please, feel free to call if you need further assistance, but I see no real need to keep meeting.

Yours,
Dr. Greer
3 July 1964

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Sugar--

I've stopped contact with Amelia completely. I'm sorry. I love you. Let me take you out tonight; Elsie will watch the kids.

-- Robbie

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Hay, Josie!

It's me, Damien. Meat me at 3 Ave. Under the sine, near the McDonalds.

Your best frend,
Damien

Deer Damien--

Pleas meet me on Toosday. I want two talk too you.

Your best frend,
Josie

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Dear Josie,

There's this cool thing under the bridge I wanna show you after class. Meet me there?

Your best friend,
Damien

Dear Damien,

I feel bad for that guy. We should do something.

Yours,
Josie

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Josie--

Like what?

-- Damien

1 December 1968

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is for the man under the bridge to have some nice socks and a meal. He's really nice, Mr. Santa. Always talks to me and my friend Damien. I bet he's on your Nice List. He just wants some chicken, maybe some potatoes. And the wool socks. Can't forget those.

Love,
Josie

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The Years of Christian and Gloria
1969 - 1976

D,

I'm sick of my parents preaching. Did you know they both cheated on each other, like, seven times? Or that my mom used to be a stripper? Christ, how can they expect me to be even half-way normal when they're so messed up? We should break away from our parents' control. We should separate ourselves from all that mess.

Love,
J

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J,

What're you thinking?

Love,
D

D,

First off? New names. I fucking hate being called Josephine Jones. It's just so fucking... plain. Boring. I bet I could find a million other Josephine Jones in this world.

Love,
J

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J?

Yeah, and Damien? Gee, thanks, parents. You thought I was the Antichrist. Ha, you know what would piss them off?

If I started calling myself Christian.

What do you think?

Love,
D Christian

Christian--

I love it. Christian and Gloria. I want a new last name, too. A whole new persona. Something for just me.

Gloria Ames. What do you think?

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Gloria--

Where did you get Ames from?

x Christian

Christian--

French. Weren't you paying attention?

x Gloria

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Gloria--

How can I, when we're passing notes like this?

x Christian

Christian--

Touche. Don't look now, but here comes Ms. Matthews.

x Gloria

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HAPPY 10th BIRTHDAY, GLORIA!
Love, Mom, Dad, Jack, Jerry, and Jazz
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OFFICIAL NAME CHANGE
Josephine January Jones HAS OFFICIALLY CHANGED HER NAME TO Gloria January Ames
ON THIS DAY 8 June 1970 WITH THE PERMISSION OF HER PARENTS January Jones AND Robert Jones.
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Gloria--

Here's my present, a little late. Hope you like it.

x Christian

The [Early] Years at the Academy
1971 - 1973

[/center]

Dear Miss Ames,

It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted to the Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is your list of equipment and books, all of which can be purchased within Witchcraft Corner, in Greenwich Village, NYC. Directions are on the back of the list. Term begins on the first of September; we expect your owl no later than July 31st.

Congratulations,
Prof. Eloise Veruka,
Deputy Headmistress

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Christian--

For the last time, I can't tell you where I'm going, okay? I'll be back for Christmas. I can write you every day, if you'd like, alright? C'mon. Mrs. Jenkins won't be so bad without me.

Love, always,
Gloria

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Gloria,

Have you forgotten about me? You go away, can't tell me where you go, and now you can't even keep your promise?

Some friend you are.

x Christian

Christian,

Look, I'm sorry, okay? But I'm at school, and my classes are ridiculously hard, and I barely have time to finish my homework, let alone send you a letter everyday. I'll keep writing, though, they just may be more sporadic. Please, be patient, okay? I miss you.

x Gloria

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Gloria,

It's okay, I miss you, too. I think that's all it is. I just miss you, and I can't deal with all these morons in our class without you to help me laugh. Besides, no one seems to understand me like you do.

I'm trying to keep up with what you started, Gloria, but no one seems as devoted to our cause as you were.

x Christian

Christian,

It's okay. I'm continuing with our cause here at my new school, but it's the same thing. No one understands, at least not like you did. No one could care about the rights of others-- they barely care about their own rights. I've gotten into my fair share of trouble already.

x Gloria

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Gloria,

Detention? You?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

x Christian

The Start [and End] of Something More
1974 - 1975

[/i]

Gloria --

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
There is nothing in the world,
That I love more than you.

x Christian

Christian:

What the fuck was that? Haha, c'mon, baby. You know I don't like that shit.

x Gloria

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Gloria --

It'd be nice if, just once, you'd allow me to be romantic.

x Christian

Christian --

It'd be nice if, just once, I didn't have to repeat myself to you. I don't like all that quasi-romantic, generic bullshit you spout off in favor of getting in my pants, okay? Stop talking to me like I'm a fucking puppy, or something. I'm your girlfriend, you twit.

x Gloria

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Gloria --

I'm not talking to you like that to just get in your pants, okay? I love you. I have something I need to tell you, okay?

x Christian

Gloria --

C'mon. Don't stop talking to me just because I said that, okay? You don't have to say it back, and I didn't just say it to get in your pants.

Please, Gloria.

x Christian

Gloria --

You know what? I'm tired of this. Tired of fighting for you when you don't even care. You're too busy fighting for everyone else to stop for just one second to focus on yourself. You're allowed to be happy, Gloria. You just have to let yourself be.

Have a great life.
Christian
Damien

Damien--

I'm leaving. Going to London. Don't expect letters or anything else from me.

Good-bye.

x Gloria

The Big Move
1976 - Present

Hey, Mum and Dad:

Thanks for trusting me enough to let me come here all by myself. After everything that happened over the last few years, I needed this. My neighbors are nice; all of them are close to my age. I haven't met them all yet. Just the two boys across the hall, and the one boy's fiancee. They seem pleasant enough.

I start Hogwarts in a few months. I'll keep you updated.

Yours,
Gloria

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