Post by celeste rae prewitt on Feb 15, 2009 18:56:04 GMT -5
* CELESTE RAE PREWITT ,
wasting away ( s e v e n t e e n ) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
( t e s s a ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.
* MAKE I T COUNT ,
Elizabeth has long, gangling, thick hair. It's a couple shades up from chesnut brown, therefore, basically a light brown. While her layered hair runs down past her shoulders, it frames her round, heart shaped face nicely. Her chin is slight pointed and her cheek bones prominent around her smooth cheeks. Celeste's eyebrows are the same color as her hair, though very difficult to find. Just below them are two, oval shaped eyes that change colors depending on her mood. However, they only go from shades of blue to shades of green, and figuring them out is next to impossible, even for Tessa herself. Although, chances of you actually getting a good look at them are slim, by the virtue of her despising people looking into her eyes, she keeps them hidden behind her choppy, fried bangs. Her skin is naturally pretty pale, although, spending a fairly large amount of her years traveling around tropical places, her skin has darkened to a light ivory color. Despite the fact that Celeste will not admit it, she has a cute, pudgy, button shaped nose with a septum piercing in the low middle. Normally, she says that in the summer, it's a diving board for fleas, and in the winter, a ski jump.
The brunette's frame size is relatively small. No matter how much she denies it, she's short. Her height is approximately 5"2 and a half. She takes pride in that and-a-half that she managed to gain over a period of two years. Her shoulders are small and flanky and she looks fragile and frail, though she's very, very far from that. She looks more like her mother than her father, actually, she appears to be more twin-like to her mother - the same brown hair, same face shape, eyes, nose, mouth, eyebrows. They could actually pass as sisters. Her legs are longer than her torso and are strong from running.
Overall, Tessa is a messy person. She doesn't care about what anyone thinks of her, instead, she follows her own morals and her own styles. She switches styles like seasons, and her makeup is light and certainly not trashy. She keeps things simple and doesn't take things past the breaking point. She lives to turn the odds against people and turn heads, although she takes quite some pride in her appearance, she's not insanely vain.
G R A D E L E V E LHAPPINESS
"Honestly, I'm not all that happy. Want to know why? Everyone is fucking pricks and people don't understand things that they aren't. Yeah, being a werewolf makes me different than people, it also makes me a hell of a lot more miserable. It's not that hard to understand, but people just can't get it through their freaking heads that I am me and that's the way I am. I avoid all their drama bullshit for a reason - it's annoying. Honest to god, who wants to put up with spoiled brats who bitch slap, pull hair, and claw with their nails over a guy at the age fourteen? You can surely tell that they have a life. However, that's not what we're talking about. I guess I just don't have anything to really make me all that happy right now. Everything is just kind of... boring, I guess. Sure, I have my happy moments, just not when anyone's around."
SORROW
"Sorrow is something that I often feel, especially after having lost a sister. Apparently, instead of being an only child, I was suppose to have an old sister, but she died in the womb and came out a still child. This, of course, has made a huge affect on my life and made a huge impact on my attitude. I just hate that I'm alone and nobody understands me. I haven't really found many other people like myself, besides my parents, which is basically why my moms my bestfriend. But then again, how am I suppose to know anyone like me? I don't go around advertising that I was in rehab. I know from experience in my last school that when people find out, they ask you questions like "Do you drink from the toilet?" Which is exactly why I'd rather be alone then be friends with incompatent jerks like them. Poor me."
PITTY
"I've been in so many schools that I've learned that I shouldn't be around anybody. I should just isolate myself and hope for the best. But when I do that, there's a flaw. See, apparently, she teachers actually give a fuck about you, so they decide to send you to the counselor, and then the counselor nags you and questions you about your loner issues. If I wanted to make friends, I'd make an effort to. My life is none of their buisness and I damn right let them know that, too. I'm always tempted to lash out at them or something - now that would be fun. But apparently, I can't do that, so I just have to sit back and take a breather, and hope that maybe, just maybe, they'll leave me alone. But then, as usual, they don't, and I go back to imagining myself ripping their head off."
STYLE
"I like to tell myself that I have an 'alternative style'. I think it's basically because I want to comfort myself. But the thing is that I'll wear my clothes and I'll wear them shamelessly because I just don't care - or at least I don't to a certain degree. I like being different, to a point, but when it comes to my style, I'll dress the way I want and not care when people look me up and down and raise and eyebrow. So, I dress in bright colors that don't watch, and skinny jeans with tight shirts. If people have a stick shoved up their ass, they'll actually say something, otherwise, they should shut their trap and fuck off. But aside from that, I actually hate shopping. Can you believe it? This would be one of the very few things that my mom and I don't have in common. She loves shopping, like simply adores it. Sometimes I think that she loves it more than she loves me."
KNOWLEDGE
"I guess you could say that I actually like school - just don't pass it around. Actually, who am I kidding, you're a gossip whore. Anyway, the list of things that I dislike are practically endless, however, I'd have to say that I've actually taken a liking to school - it's grown on me. I guess it's because I catch onto things so quickly. But that's just so much fun for me, because I can be one of the few people who can say that I'm not failing anything. I guess it's just one of the very few things that I can actually enjoy, as sick as that sounds. So, I do things for the better and tutor kids who suck ass at any core subject. I'd have to say, though, my best subject is english. I simply love reading and writing - so it really helps me around things."
PET PEEVES
"I have a lot of pet peeves, really. Or mainly just a couple of things that really big the hell out of me. I hate it when people chew with their mouths open, when people ask for food, when guys act their dick size and not their age... The list seems almost endless to me, but I'll just start listing the ones that really bug me. Nicknames. If someone ever tries to shorten my name, I will sock them in he face and curb stomp them. I was given a stupid name and shortening it just makes it sound even more stupid. I like to keep things simple and staright forward, and if people cant follow that, I'll happily leave. My parents taught me that much, and I guess I just follow it. I sometimes wish that I didn't think the way I did and that these things didn't annoy me, but they do, and I've just come to a truce with myself."
BITTER
"I have to own up to this: I am a bitter, cold bitch. I am opinionated, I am mean, I am sarcastic, and I am ignorant enough to let everyone know exactly what I think. If you don't like it, well then I'm sorry, but you'll just have to get out of my way or learn to put up with me because I let everyone know it. If you ask me something, I'll answer it honestly, and if it's not the answer that you were looking for, then you shouldn't have asked it in the first place. I suppose that the only reason that I'm really like this is because I'm so depressed half the time. I've been in the wrong croud for a while and I know it, I just don't care. I like the skills I've aqquired, no matter what you think about it. But I've just grown so used to being bitter that that's who I've become."
PARANOID
"I am, if anything, paranoid. With the whole fight going on I'm scared of getting jumped by someone. Or something else. I don't know anymore, everything seems to be blending together and although I am very paranoid, I can't help but relax knowing that if anything happens, I'll know it, and I'll see it or hear something if anyone tries anything. But I guess it's just this kind of thing that keeps me up at night. I'm not mental, or schizo, yet. Keyword being 'yet'. However, I just can't help but be tense about this because it's so incredibly big for me to stay alive and keep my heart beating. But shh, I never said that."
S E X U A L O R I E N T A I O N"I like a lot of things, to be honest. But everythings changed for me lately, which makes it hard to isolate. When I was in rehab, my roommate taught me a lot of tricks. I like lockpick and open doors with credit cards. Prank phone calls are something that I waste my time doing out of pure boredom. I'm a pretty big flirt, to be honest, and I like it. Though I already have my eyes on someone special. Partying and drinking would have to be my favorite pass-time; if there's a keg goin' on, I'm there. I love keeping things simple and not letting anything get to me, but as weird as it sounds, I lovelovelove chewing on those little paper-like muffin wrappers."
* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,
"I was born in main quite a few years back. Nothing too special, you know? I grew up knowing practically the whole population. Yeah, great, right? Well no, not at all, really. It was like having your whole family there in one town. Everyone kind of just... got along nicely. You know? It was incredible. But then some of our granfathers and grandmother started to die, and that took a huge impaxct on everyone.. I was only like, what, five years old when my grandpa passed away. It wasn't very nice at all. I actually really hated it. I went into deep depression for a while and locked myself in my room. Well, actually, no. I didn't lock myself in my room, I had no lock. It was more like a baracade. Now that I look back on it, though, I kind of feel stupid because everyone could be going through that and I wasn't there to help them with it. Instead, I was making everything worse and simply made my parents worry even more about me.
I have this one memory that I will never, ever forget. It was my tenth birthday, and around the time that our restaurant became popular. Anyway, the whole entire town was invited to my birthday. We were going on a hiking trip. Obviously this was planned by my parents. I really didn't want to go hiking, for obvious reasons, especially for my birthday. But the simplicity of it was that they planned it for me, and they put effort into this, too. Anyway... I was convinced that nobody was going to show up just because of what we were doing, but then when I finally got there.... practically the whole town was there, and almost all of them had bought some food after from working up such a sweat. We were almost cleared out by the time we were done. Everyone went hiking, too. I was blown away because even old man Ryker came. He's not really old.. just fat. I was really surprised when he actually finished it with us.
I've grown up a lot since then, though. However, that has always been one of the most memorable things I can remember. Now I'm still in Maine, I still know practically everyone who's here, and I'm still scared of basically everything. I'm debating on going back to drugs... they always made everything better. But I have better things to do, I guess.W E A L T H C L A S S H E R E
* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,
WHY DON'T YOU JUST HAVE SOME DIRTY HOT SEX WITH ME?
IT AINT LIKE I'M ASKING YOU TO GIVE IT UP FOR FREE
IT AINT LIKE I'M ASKING YOU TO GIVE IT UP FOR FREE
[/size][/quote]Toby looked in the mirror with one hand outstretched, holding on to his hair while the other held the straightner and ran over it. His hair was about as straight as it could be, however, he wasn't about to admit that without giving up a fight. He continued with the same method for a couple more minutes before losing patience and grabbing onto the cord, tugging the plug out of the wall. He thought that he looked bad, but it wasn't that at all. He was just too hungover to feel like anything but shit.
Last night was crazy. Of course, being a club whore, Toby was down at the strip club. Again. What was it... the fourth time this week? Numbers don't matter anyway. The point, however, is that he had seventeen shots, six beers, and three martinis. Of course, he doesn't remember drinking them, but the reciept he got in return seemed to prove it. There was something else, thoguh... Normally, he doesn't just get this fucked over, and consuming that little of alchohol doesn't do much to him. He was, afterall, a heavy drinker. He didn't start stumbling or slurring until he at least doubled what he had last night. But then again, maybe this is why they don't let youngsters in. He was just that, though. He was immature enough to pass for a ten year old, though he looks old enough to pass for twenty-five. This, of course, is why his fake ID is never rejected while getting through the bouncers at the door.
His large hands gripped the handkerchief as he folded it over and over again, only to pick it up and tie it tightly around his head. Thankfully, his hair cooperated and remained straight, shaping his oval face. Sighing, he dropped on his bed, arms extended as he fell on his back, looking up at his roof. Just then, it hit him. He had a shitload of E last night, along with the drinks. No wonder he felt so fucked-over today. How could he have no remembered that right away? He grabbed his pillow and shook it, watching a multiple small, clear, plastic bags drop to his sheets. He picked through them, finding weed, salvia, and finally, his stash of extacy. He held it up infront of him as his head throb, attempting to count how many pills were left. He only had five, and that would not be enough to get him close to anything last night. He looked around for a moment, figuring that the only thing that could get him near that was if he brought out his alchohol.
Finally, Toby hit the streets with a hand in his pocket, cradling the bag of E while the other reached up with the bottle of rum. He sipped at it, savoring every drop until he finally decided that it was time for his babies. He took out the clear bag and reached into it, pulling out a parachute, which basically gives him a two dose in one. He popped it in his mouth and swallowed it quickly, washing it down with more alchohol. Since this kind was more effective, it would probably only take ten minutes instead of twenty.
His paces got slower and he took a couple of slow blinks before feeling woozy. A smile overtook his face with pleasure as he half-stumbled down the paved sidewalk, his footsteps loud and heavy. He looked up at the big sign, though he was unable to read it, and simply walked over to the large building. It was blue, and it reminded his of blueberries. Big, huge, squeaky and shiny blueberries. He took a deep breath before walking over to the doors, but before he could do anything, he came to an abrupt halt and stared at the automatic doors. He took a step forward and they opened up, he took one step in and stared at them in awe. Suddenly, they started to close. "HOLY FUCK!" he shouted, a girly shriek trailing behind it. He dove out of the way from the doors and landed on him stomach a foot away, inside the building.
He got up, his head spinning, and looked over at one of the ladys handing out flyers to the people leaving. He brushed himself off and ignored everyone who was staring at him, only to walk over to that lady.
"Do you want a flyer?" She asked kindly.
He stared at her for a moment. "No, I don't want a fucking flyer. And--"
"Please, refrain from that language." She said.
He went on. "Those doors," He said, his arm reaching back and pointing in a completely wrong direction. "Just almost killed me. They're like fucking bears on a jelly wagon."
And with that, he walked away, or more so staggered, deep into the store.
tag ! = dakoda, lovelovelove.
word count = 800
listening to = give it up - pepper
watching = MTV
notes = GAY PORNO, FTW!
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