Post by SPENCER MARI TALON on Jun 2, 2009 22:04:42 GMT -5
spencer mari talon
HAI THERE, I’M SPENCER TALON. BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME SPENCE. I’LL PROBABLY ANSWER TO ANYTHING THOUGH TO BE HONEST. DECEMBER 5TH IS A PRETTY BIG DAY FOR ME SINCE IT WAS WHEN I WAS BORN; GETTING GIFTS IS ALWAYS A PLUS THOUGH. THIS MEANS I’M TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD, BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT HOW OLD I’M GETTING. I WAS BORN IN BAKERSFIELD, CALIFORNIA, IT’S AN OKAY PLACE BUT NOTHING COMPARED TO WHERE I LIVE NOW SEATTLE. I DON’T MEAN TO BRAG BUT MY JOB IS PRETTY DAMN AWESOME, YOU’D THINK SO TOO IF YOU WERE A STUDENT / PART-TIME TABLOID JOURNALIST. IT’S NO SECRET THAT I LIKE BOYS. APPERENTLY PEOPLE SEEM TO THINK I LOOK LIKE RACHEL BILSON BUT I THINK THEIR CRAZY.
NOW YOU KNOW A LITTLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER I’M GOING TO LET YOU KNOW A BIT ABOUT ME, AQUA. I’M SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME BEFORE RIGHT? I’M EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD BUT IT’S NOT LIKE THAT’S IMPORTANT. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED MY OTHER CHARACTERS ON HERE ARE NO ONE, CHECK THEM OUT. I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FOUR YEARS, I CONSIDER MYSELF A PRO BY NOW. IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO CONTACT ME ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HIT ME UP AT PM OR MSN.
taken from , allen county high school
Everyone always knew that Heather Nott was a dramatic girl. The supreme drama queen most would say. But never, in all of her years, had she been quite as dramatic as she had been when the girl made her exit from the D'Angelo Estate, and her friend's lives. The simple snap of her fingers, to most, wouldn't have mattered much, but to Heather, it was like the end of the end. Her actions had mirrored her thoughts perfectly, though the girl was sure that no one else had gotten the message quite the same way. At that particular moment, about ten minutes after Heather had shut the large door to the home behind her, that girl was still standing in the driveway, unable to move anymore than she had to. It was as though all life had been drained from her and her heart had just sort of stopped. To be perfectly honest, Heather Nott had turned from a bitchy woman to a concerned girl, from a concerned girl to a scared one .. All in about an hour to an hour and a half. What was she supposed to do now? Where was the girl supposed to go? Who was she supposed to turn to without those three people she had once considered family? It was as though life as she had known it had just taken an awful turn. But it didn't have to be that way, did it?
There was once a time where those four people could hang out, have fun, go bowling, shop together, do pretty much anything with one another and not have a single fight. Now, however, they couldn't even look at each other without a look of disgust or pure hatred. Heather never wanted that. She never wanted any of that. Which, I guess, is part of the reason that the girl had left the house first. She was done with the fighting and the hatred and the tears. She was done with feeling guilty and done with trying. Done with them all. And yet, not done in the least. She would miss them, miss all of the fun times. Heather would still feel guilty, but this time not for her mistakes. She had apologized to everyone and no one seemed to care about that. They were still fighting, as she could hear from where she stood in the driveway, and that in itself was a sign that this was really .. well .. the end. Cue the sappy music. Cue the white texted names on the black background as the credits roll around. The end. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the happy ending that Heather had always planned or hoped for. Maybe this was like the end to some random horror movie where everyone important died and the killer seemed to live. Heather hated the thought that this was really what sixteen years of awesome friendships had came down to.
As the girl stood there, her hands in her blue jeans' pockets, she tried to remember a good memory with each of the other people still standing in the room. With Charlie, this was easy. They had been best friends since birth, practically, so there were a ton, but the most memorable one was the first day as a freshman at Allen County High School. The both of them had been pretty nervous about what high school would really be like. If it would be fun and easy, like middle school had been, or if they would be outcasts, or loners, forced to hang out by themselves forever. She had remembered getting up extra early that day, no thanks to Charlie showing up at her house and then jumping on her bed to wake her up. Heather had screamed at the sudden movements, then laughed as Charlie fell on the bed next to her. They had taken a good hour to get ready for school, putting on their favorite outfits and looking their best. Then the pair of them had headed to school, walked inside, turned to one another and in unison said, 'lets do some damage'. That had been the ultimate day for the both of them, and definitely the best memory. In an instant, the two were a hit and they quickly went to rule the school. Yes, those were definitely the good old days.
With Craig, it seemed a little harder to think of a perfect memory, especially one that didn't seem so .. couple-ish. Thinking about the two as a couple definitely wasn't something that the girl wanted to do. Instead, she focused her attention on her first day of work at the candy counter in the Roller Rave. Her and Craig hadn't yet been a couple, but they still hung out about the same amount of time then as they did when they were. She had remembered him showing up about halfway through her shift, only to see the girl being bitched at by a ten year old. The memory was as clear as day as she thought about how he had pretty much gotten into this big fight with this little kid for her. Which would have been a good moment, if the kid's father wasn't like five Craig's all rolled up into one. Heather remembered trying to stiffle her laughter as Craig went from the big, tough guy trying to make things better for her, to the wimpy one she knew and loved. To say the least, it was a funny and eventful day. But simple at the same time.
Next up was the memory about James, but that one took a little harder concentration. There weren't many times, even as kids, where the two brunettes hadn't flirted or shown some kind of emotion other than just plain friendly fun. But, in an instant, Heather remembered one of those few times that the boy had been seen at the mall. After much persuasion and Heather promising that she'd buy the guy some new shoes if he went with her, they had arrived at the mall. It had been around eight or so when they had gotten there and unfortunately, they hadn't left until one in the morning the next day. There had been this huge tornado in the area, which was rare to say the least, so Heather and James were forced to spend their night at the mall. A dream for Heather, and a nightmare for the boy she had drug along. They had eaten ice cream together, she had tried on various clothes and modeled them for him, he had even actually got in the photobooth with her to take some pcitures. Oh how Heather missed those days and being able to just hang out with him .. Even with the chance that a tornado could kill them both in a matter of moments.
To be perfectly honest, that was what Heather would miss the most. The memories. Making memories. All of the things that the girl used to hold so dear to her just seemed so distant now. Almost as though it was all a dream. But it wasn't a dream, now, was it? It was all real. The good and the bad had all been real. If only it didn't have to end. Maybe, if the girl stood out there long enough, the fighting in the D'Angelo Estate would cease to exsist. Maybe someone would wander outside after her and they would have this intense, magical movie moment where everything goes back to normal. Maybe .. Was that a door opening? Is this it? Someone was going to go after her? Change the movie ending? Yes, that was definitely a door creaking open that she had heard. This was it. Someone was going after her. Cue the music. Cue the credits. The end.
post status complete
word count 1317
music honey & the moon - joseph arthur
tag jamesyboo, aka nateyboy!
comments lots&lots of rambling. <3
Everyone always knew that Heather Nott was a dramatic girl. The supreme drama queen most would say. But never, in all of her years, had she been quite as dramatic as she had been when the girl made her exit from the D'Angelo Estate, and her friend's lives. The simple snap of her fingers, to most, wouldn't have mattered much, but to Heather, it was like the end of the end. Her actions had mirrored her thoughts perfectly, though the girl was sure that no one else had gotten the message quite the same way. At that particular moment, about ten minutes after Heather had shut the large door to the home behind her, that girl was still standing in the driveway, unable to move anymore than she had to. It was as though all life had been drained from her and her heart had just sort of stopped. To be perfectly honest, Heather Nott had turned from a bitchy woman to a concerned girl, from a concerned girl to a scared one .. All in about an hour to an hour and a half. What was she supposed to do now? Where was the girl supposed to go? Who was she supposed to turn to without those three people she had once considered family? It was as though life as she had known it had just taken an awful turn. But it didn't have to be that way, did it?
There was once a time where those four people could hang out, have fun, go bowling, shop together, do pretty much anything with one another and not have a single fight. Now, however, they couldn't even look at each other without a look of disgust or pure hatred. Heather never wanted that. She never wanted any of that. Which, I guess, is part of the reason that the girl had left the house first. She was done with the fighting and the hatred and the tears. She was done with feeling guilty and done with trying. Done with them all. And yet, not done in the least. She would miss them, miss all of the fun times. Heather would still feel guilty, but this time not for her mistakes. She had apologized to everyone and no one seemed to care about that. They were still fighting, as she could hear from where she stood in the driveway, and that in itself was a sign that this was really .. well .. the end. Cue the sappy music. Cue the white texted names on the black background as the credits roll around. The end. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the happy ending that Heather had always planned or hoped for. Maybe this was like the end to some random horror movie where everyone important died and the killer seemed to live. Heather hated the thought that this was really what sixteen years of awesome friendships had came down to.
As the girl stood there, her hands in her blue jeans' pockets, she tried to remember a good memory with each of the other people still standing in the room. With Charlie, this was easy. They had been best friends since birth, practically, so there were a ton, but the most memorable one was the first day as a freshman at Allen County High School. The both of them had been pretty nervous about what high school would really be like. If it would be fun and easy, like middle school had been, or if they would be outcasts, or loners, forced to hang out by themselves forever. She had remembered getting up extra early that day, no thanks to Charlie showing up at her house and then jumping on her bed to wake her up. Heather had screamed at the sudden movements, then laughed as Charlie fell on the bed next to her. They had taken a good hour to get ready for school, putting on their favorite outfits and looking their best. Then the pair of them had headed to school, walked inside, turned to one another and in unison said, 'lets do some damage'. That had been the ultimate day for the both of them, and definitely the best memory. In an instant, the two were a hit and they quickly went to rule the school. Yes, those were definitely the good old days.
With Craig, it seemed a little harder to think of a perfect memory, especially one that didn't seem so .. couple-ish. Thinking about the two as a couple definitely wasn't something that the girl wanted to do. Instead, she focused her attention on her first day of work at the candy counter in the Roller Rave. Her and Craig hadn't yet been a couple, but they still hung out about the same amount of time then as they did when they were. She had remembered him showing up about halfway through her shift, only to see the girl being bitched at by a ten year old. The memory was as clear as day as she thought about how he had pretty much gotten into this big fight with this little kid for her. Which would have been a good moment, if the kid's father wasn't like five Craig's all rolled up into one. Heather remembered trying to stiffle her laughter as Craig went from the big, tough guy trying to make things better for her, to the wimpy one she knew and loved. To say the least, it was a funny and eventful day. But simple at the same time.
Next up was the memory about James, but that one took a little harder concentration. There weren't many times, even as kids, where the two brunettes hadn't flirted or shown some kind of emotion other than just plain friendly fun. But, in an instant, Heather remembered one of those few times that the boy had been seen at the mall. After much persuasion and Heather promising that she'd buy the guy some new shoes if he went with her, they had arrived at the mall. It had been around eight or so when they had gotten there and unfortunately, they hadn't left until one in the morning the next day. There had been this huge tornado in the area, which was rare to say the least, so Heather and James were forced to spend their night at the mall. A dream for Heather, and a nightmare for the boy she had drug along. They had eaten ice cream together, she had tried on various clothes and modeled them for him, he had even actually got in the photobooth with her to take some pcitures. Oh how Heather missed those days and being able to just hang out with him .. Even with the chance that a tornado could kill them both in a matter of moments.
To be perfectly honest, that was what Heather would miss the most. The memories. Making memories. All of the things that the girl used to hold so dear to her just seemed so distant now. Almost as though it was all a dream. But it wasn't a dream, now, was it? It was all real. The good and the bad had all been real. If only it didn't have to end. Maybe, if the girl stood out there long enough, the fighting in the D'Angelo Estate would cease to exsist. Maybe someone would wander outside after her and they would have this intense, magical movie moment where everything goes back to normal. Maybe .. Was that a door opening? Is this it? Someone was going to go after her? Change the movie ending? Yes, that was definitely a door creaking open that she had heard. This was it. Someone was going after her. Cue the music. Cue the credits. The end.
post status complete
word count 1317
music honey & the moon - joseph arthur
tag jamesyboo, aka nateyboy!
comments lots&lots of rambling. <3
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