Post by scarlettt abney on Feb 18, 2009 22:38:14 GMT -5
*SCARLETTTA P R I LABNEY ,
wasting away sixteen summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
scar, i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.
* MAKE I T COUNT ,
my appearance, eh? well here it goes. i have extremely pale skin that usually stays unblemished but it’s not perfect. my hair is naturally black but I haven’t seen that color in a while. i am constantly dying it outrageous colors like purple, blue and green. i’m only 5’7” so i am at an in between height, not short and not tall. i like it for the most part because i hated being short but i would fall over if I was tall. i’m pretty but not anorexic. i weigh ‘bout one hundred and three pounds, which some people say is too light. i have a cloud and lightning bolt tattoo on my left shoulder and my arms are always covered with sharpie tattoos. i really would like to get a tattoo of a star on my hip bone soon. on my arms lay little scars from my blade but i try to hide them as much as possible. as for what I wear, let’s say I am very creative. I wear insane colors with crazy patterns. i wear petticoats over jeans and tights. i have a need to look different. you will never, ever, catch me without converse. they are a necessity in my life.J U N I O RSILENCEISASCARYSOUND
when you find me quiet, you know something is wrong. i am usually very loud and the only time i am is silent is when i am thinking. and those silent thoughts you don’t here are usually about death or ways to escape the labyrinth of life.
I’MNOTOKAY
i am not one to tell you when i am feeling down. i will keep it to myself and try to help myself, which never really works out. if you really want to know how i feel, don’t ask me. you must go scavenging through my dorm for a little black book where i write everything. look at those lyrics in there and that will tell you how i truly am.
VEGAS
i tend to make my life one big bet. from the time i was little, i was betting my friends things. now do not get me wrong, i is no gambler but i bet things other than money. most of the time i wins but when i loses, i usually lose big.
SITTINGWAITINGWISHING
i am an artist. most artists are dreamers like me. they take an idea or concept and do something with it. musicians put that idea to chords, harmonies and lyrics. i put it to the lines of my quill and the colors of my camera.
ASTORYTOTELLYOURFRIENDS
i love to tell stories. most of my stories are pretty hilarious. just don’t make me a story to tell your friends, you’ll regret it.
GROWUP
never, ever tell me to grow up. i just don’t know when to stop acting childish. most of the time, it is fun being around me when i am acting childish but then it can get a wee annoying.
ORIGINALPRANKSTER
i am a big prankster. whenever a major prank is pulled, all eyes turn to me. my father pranked back in his day and i guess it just is in the blood. i have gotten kicked out of three schools so far because some of my pranks can go a little too far sometime.
HOMEWRECKER
a final piece of advice, do not get on my bad side. let’s just say that i can get pretty vengeful. and trust me, i don’t do just a couple little things, but i do loads of big, impacting things. watch your back.
MY LIFE'S AN OPEN MAGAZINE;
and you're all helplessly, shamelessly subscribed. watch me like a tv set. whisper under your breath. i draw lines to cross, and wear clothes to take off. fiction in my bed, fantasies in my head. i live an eternal fairytale, everything is coated in love, love, love. tight skin wrapped around sharp bones. topped with lipgloss and hairspray. i'm flashy, i'm deep. my heart is the centerfold. six page spread, beautiful and dead. snow white skin, i'll not make it 'in.'
H A N G F R O M M Y W O R D S:
i’m in love with capturing details, words, beauty, ideas, moments. my life is a mess of all of them, an absolute mess. i keep them locked in this journal. i simply would rather live my life than sit at a desk and learn about it. i may not know every detail of the respiratory system but i still know how to breathe. and even breathing takes a close second to the circulatory system, my heart can pump blood, as well as compose love. i see my future through a lense.
IWANTTOMEETARTISTS:
passion is essential. too many people are simply living, not enough are alive. forget about the plastics.. the superficial. i want classy, i want trashy. give me anything that breathes with conviction. people who turn love into paintings. people who turn tears into sonnets. people who are afraid of life, but never afraid to live. thinkers, lovers, leaders; i want these artists.
i'm alive; i'm aware; i'm scared.
i am a vegetarian simply because gnawing flesh is completely unattractive. not because it’s trendy, because it’s humane. truthfully, i push my opinions on people, sorry. life isn't about plans, just soul... and that’s all i listen too. forget the rules society has set, and live you’re own life. i’m not afraid to stand out, and i do. i’m not your average girl. i’m a sweetheart, just give me the respect i deserve. i like to make people smile. a common misconception is you must be coldhearted and glamorous to light your name up. but look at me and i’ve done everything with love. i appreciate everything i have. i do things i’m not proud of. i suffer from arthritis, i’m weak.
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some advice? stop dreaming, never just accept yourself. create yourself, become who you want to be. don't be scared to change. the truth is i couldn't fit in if i tried. so instead of hiding, i decided to own it. i'm not made for cliques or scenes. for me mediocrity was, and is never an option. i'm no billboard, no stereotype. i'm barley even human.S T R A I G H T
My biggest interest is art. I love the way the quill guides the ink on a ride along the parchmant paper. I only draw at night, in the light of a marshmallow scented candle. My other art is photography. I look at things differently then other people and pull meanings from sights. I always have my camera with me. My biggest influence for my art is music. I would die without music. The Beatles have played a giant role in my life. They started my love for music when I was three. I also like bands like Bright Eyes, My Chemical Romance and Panic at the Disco. I also have a love for pranking. It has gotten me in trouble all my life but the thrill of it is enough to keep me going. I love to star gaze and stay up all night looking at the night sky. It just is so beautiful. I tried to take a picture of the moon and it didn't turn out so swell. I then realised that could only see the moon's beauty in the actual sky, not through a photograph.
* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,
Everything ended up like shit. My mum just handed my dad me the day after she gave birth and ran away. My twenty year old father had no idea what to do with a baby girl. He stayed with his friends and had them help with me. My dad has never told me who my mother is because he knows I will find her and seek revenge. My father knows me so well.
By growing up in New Zealand, I was used to being in small schools. It sucked some serious balls. When ever I pulled a prank, they could always tell it was me. I was always the outcast. I sat alone at lunch and had no friends. My dad did the best he could but it would have been much eaier with a mother around.
Then it got worse. When I was thirteen I was walking home from the book store. I had ran out of burnt marshmallow scented candles. It 'bout half seven in November so it was dark already. The town we lived in was small so not many people. I was walking through the park and out of no where, he came. He was a seventeen year old I had seen around. He had brown curly hair and was taller than me. I have to admit, he had taken to my fancy. "Hello, Mhazz," he said, his bright green eyes gazing in my midnight blue eyes.
His eyes sucked me into a trance. It took me a minute tto realise that he was pulling me into a dark alley. I understood what was happening. I struggled but it was no use. He stroked my face and laughed. Tears ran down my cheeks. "Don't cry my beautiful Mhazz," He whispered followed by a laugh. He pinned me to the brick wall and started to rip off my clothes. I honestly wouldn't want to go in any further but I think you know what happened. He left me there after. The last thing he told to me that night was "You smell like a dozen white roses."
I went home, looking like a mess. My father was worried sick over me. Three days later, I received a dozen of white roses on my door step. We took it to the police. They got their best detectives on him. The found where he was living. There were pictures of me everywhere and even a lock of my hair. Turns out he had been stalking my for the that past two years.
He kept stalking me. My father got frightened and so did I. The police recommended I moved to the states, I decided that Lillyton, Maine would be a nice place to live. Along with my new start, I needed a new name. I chose Scarlettt, with three t's because it was different. I was glad to have a new beginning. Sometimes I feel like I am being watched. Maybe my stalker isn't so far anymore.
H I G H C L A S S
* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,
sarahSophie had managed to escape the common room right when Gideon was planning on leaving with a book he had to return to the library. It were supposed to be helpful, but all they taught Gideon was that tugging on the corners of page would indeed end up ripping the page. When he was about to leave, he grabbed for his wand to fix the page, which he had oh-so-conveniently forgotten to do. He was rushing himself, and was attempting to hold the book in one hand and his wand in the other, carefully balancing so he didn't drop either while standing up. It was quite a bit for Gideon, but he was sure it would quickly be repaired. He didn't feel like being lectured on how precious those books were. Half of the time, the books were falling apart, and nothing had been done about them. He learned to stay away from those ones, because gently turning the page would cause the whole book to just fall apart.
As he was trying to fix it, the cat rammed into his legs, slipping in between them and running out of the common room. Even though he had been carefully been trying to lean on the wall, he lost his footing when the calico cat, petite yet very powerful compared to her size, collided with his leg. His knee buckled as he tried to , and he fell forward onto his stomach as the feline pranced away. Grunting, he groped for his wand which was out of his grasp. Although he knew this, he kept trying to reach it, stretching his arm out towards it. When he finally gave up, he sighed loudly. He was an odd sight; a seventeen-year-old wizard on his stomach lying on the floor with his right arm stretched out limply. Surprisingly, the floor wasn't all that uncomfortable, and he didn't make any movements to make it seem like he was about to get up and chase after his cat.
When he heard a familiar meowing, though, he quickly stumbled to his feet with the book and his wand in hand. He hastily placed his wand in his pocket, and rushed down the hall where he had seen Sophie running down. She was nowhere in sight, and the faint meows had faded. It was as if they were never there, and Gideon began to wonder whether he had imagined it or not. Either way, he still had to find his cat, before some Slytherin decided to hex her tail off and turn her paws purple- right, he didn't need a tailless and purple-footed cat. He turned around, and saw her tail near the stairs down the tower. The only thing he could really do was try to follow her, and he darted down the stairs, almost tripping over the last step. Sophie seemed to realize that her freedom of roaming the castle was about to be taken away, and she sprinted away as he chased after her.
The problem with letting her explore the castle was that she would be found an hour later stuck in some room or secret passageway, or she would be bothering some other students. He didn't want to disturb anybody's peace, and so he didn't let her out of the common room often. Sometimes, when he was going outside, he would take her with him and just let her run off. That is, if nobody was practicing Quidditch. She had found the field during a practice, and kept trying to jump up on the brooms when they were close enough to the ground. That wasn't such a smart idea, and Gideon had hastily grabbed her and locked her in the dorm.
The book he had in his hand was about to fall, and he gripped onto it tightly as the cat ran into the library. Well, that was convenient, although he was sure that if she was spotted, she would be shooed out angrily. He bit his lip as he quietly snuck in, hiding behind one of the shelves. He saw where the book he had belonged, and carefully placed it back in its proper place. Now that he didn't have to lug around a heavy book, he could return to trying to find his runaway cat. He couldn't see her anywhere, and began to groan in frustration.
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lexi lush
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