Post by londyn elyse abernathy. on Jul 26, 2009 6:03:09 GMT -5
w e ' r e o n b u r l e s q u e t i m e ,
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[/sub][/font][/size][/color]oh hai there! my name is kellayyy and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for three years. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is demi lovato. she's pretty gnarley. anyway, not only do i play this hot dude/chick, but i also play nonee. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? mixit. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?my full name is londyn elyse abernathy. my first name came from the place i was born in - london. my mother just modified it slightly, to make it more unique, i assume. i figured she just forced my dad to go along with it, seeing how he never actually calls me by this - to him, i'm always elle. my middle name comes from my grandmother, who, unfortunately, passed away last year. her name was ctually spelt with an i but, again, my mother modified it to make it unique, and to her liking. i think londyn elyse flows - although the names are too similiar, if you ask me. and then abernathy is just my last name, from my father. for nicknames, i usually get called lon, or elle. i don't know where elle came from, but my dad started it and everyone kind of caught on. i don't know the origins of my names, apart from my first one - which is obviously english. obviously.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?i am seventeen years old, as of nineteenth of may. i don't know much abou the day i was born, obviously, apart from the fact that it was unusually sunny, and i was born indescribably early - according to my mother. i have reason to believe that i was supposed to be born two weeks later, at the beginning of june sometime. both my parents were happy to welcome me, however, and i went home two days later.tell me, why are you here again?i attend the high school here.do you prefer boys, girls, or both?boys, kthnx. nothing to explain.tell me about your love life, sweetie.is pretty non existant ? i don't reallly have a love life. sure, i've dated and stuff in the past, but i prefer the single life where i can do what i want and sleep with who i like and not worry about it all. i like to party, and have fun, so i prefer not to be tied down. so more of a hook up girl, i guess. i believe you'll fall in love once you start believing in it - i haven't done that yet.what do you like to do?singing, dancing, partying, alcohol, getting drunk, having fun, boys, make-up, clothes, modelling, photoshoots, interviews, travelling, having money, the sun, beaches, tanning, comedy programmes, laughing, jokes, loud music, straightners, curlers, pop music, singers, waxing.what grinds your gears?death, hangovers, pregnancy, having no money, dull colours, the rain, windy weather, bad hair days, cancer, disease, illness, the snow, injuries, pain, braces, operations, natural hair, facial hair, hairy legs.what makes you cower in fear?i hate spiders, thunder storms, and snakes the most. spiders just because they can run so fast and are hairy and tickle and ew. i hate thunderstorms because they're reallly loud, and like ... thundery. and the bangs scare me. the lighting scares me because it could electify me, or something. i don't like that thought ! i hate snakes, as well, because they slither, and hiss, and they have weird tongues, and scales. yeah. ew.tell me - are you an innocent little one?illegal ? apart from going to clubs when i was underage, i haven't done anything reallly illegal. i drank when i was fifteen. thats it.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!i don't keep secrets. i physically can't keep my mouth shut on anything - if i do something wrong, it won't be long until everyone knows about it. i speak whats on my mind.what about your parents? are they good people?my parents are the shits, for sure ! my mom and dad are the best, and my grandparents hang around a lot, too. first, there's my mom. she's fifty two years old, and her name is christine patricia abernathy. she goes by chris to her friends, however, and mom to me, obviously. she works as a vet, and even owns her own successful clinic ! she started out as a veteniary nurse, but soon moved through the ranks ! she's proud of me for whatever i do, and i look to my mom for advice on basicallly everything. she's a great shoulder to cry on and, having a lot of drama experience for herself, she gives the best advice. but, best of all, she's behind me whatever my choice is. even if my dad disagrees, i know my mom is there to support me. she's quite fashionable, too, even for a woman in her fifties ! she likes to keep up with whats in and out. i love my mom.
then, theres my father. his name is barnaby tobias abernathy, and he is fifty eight years old. he normally goes by barney to other people, but father to me, again stating the obvious. he works as a film director, and he earns us quite a bit of money for this. he's worked with some of the most famous film directors and produced some pretty amazing films ... i'm a wee bit proud of him. even though it should be the other way around ! but my father and i don't see eye to eye all the time. sure, we get along brilliantly and i love him so much, but we normally agree to disagree. we get over it, eventually, when we realised arguing was doing no good. i sometimes feel that when me and my father disagree, it puts a strain on him & my mother, too. because she normally sides with me, over a lot of things. soo i feel kinda guilty about it. but my dad is there if i need him, and he loves me, and thats all that counts.surely you have some siblings?definately an only child ! and wouldn't have it any other wayy,what do you want to do with your life?i want to become a professional singer, thats my long term goal. i love singing and have done since i was little. it would be my dream to sell a record and reach number one spot in the charts. i'd also love to travel the world, if i could, and settle down and start a family. thats more like, ten years time, however. for a short term goal, i'd love to start a new hobby. like, horseriding or something, and get more active. swimming, or skiing, or something. that would be nice.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.nothing else.
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- - - It had been a while since kielle farquahr had felt truly happy. there were things, previously, she felt guilty about. she had been permanently upset for about four months and in all honesty, she didn’t know when the sorrow was going to end. sure, it had been subdued for a while now, but she still felt it there, a burn deep in her chest. it had been there ever since the day the one person she had ever truly been in love with, had left to fight in the terror war in iraq. however much she begged and pleaded with her boyfriend, he had told her it was his duty, and she had watched helplessly as his truck had drive away, driven to a place where she feared she would loose him forever. where she would never be able to hear his throaty laugh at her failure jokes, or see his auburn coloured eyes stare back into hers, with the same deep feelings of emotion she was sure were shown through her own. it burned too much to think about and from then, kielle tried not to. but it was hard, and was soon to become ever harder. little less then three weeks after colton had left to risk his life in the stupid war their president had started, kielle found out she was expecting their baby. as she broke down in the doctors surgery, she made a decision she would live to regret for the rest of her life. she booked herself in for a termination. she didn’t want her baby knowing that it had a good chance it’s father would never return. she couldn’t bring that baby up all by herself. it would be too much, had the baby looked too much like colton. staring into those same auburn eyes everyday … kielle knew she wasn’t thinking straight, but she had no other choice. and two weeks later, her baby was gone. a perfect boy. she named him colton, after his father.
- - - Not a day went by when she didn’t regret her decision. she thought herself selfish, callous … and it all added to the burning desire, the burning pain she still felt for colton. and she knew that by now, he would have moved on, had bigger issues to think about. but could he not take the time to contact her, let her know he was still alive ? that is, if he was still alive. kielle refused to accept the fact that his life may have been lost, along with the many others who had died so tragically while fighting for their country. every morning she woke, expecting to see his face resting peacefully beside hers in the bed. for a split second, she was happy. before she realised it was never again going to become a reality. and although she blamed him for going, it was partly her fault, too. she had told him, when he’d insisted on going and told her she couldn’t stop him, she’d told him she wouldn’t wait for him. couldn’t wait for him. she wouldn’t wait to hear the news of his death, that was something she wasn’t willing to accept for him. and once he’d left, kielle tried her best not to think negative. she kept pictures of the two of them together, hung up around her home and a picture she adored of him in her purse. there were times she felt like ripping these out and throwing them away, having had enough of keeping in suspense, watching the news for reports of another death. because no matter what she told him, she had been waiting for him. for the past four months, kielle had become glued to the early morning news, waiting for the grim report of another death and feeling pity for those who had lost a loved one. she waited in despair for colton’s name to be read … but it never came. although kielle could admit the sensational feeling of relief when her boyfriends name wasn’t read out, it still didn’t help lift the barrier that had fallen between them since his departure little over four months ago. if he came back, kielle wouldn’t know how to react – the only thing she did know, was that she still loved him.
- - - As she was woken by the sound of her alarm beeping, telling her she’d slept long enough, her eyes squinted at the sunlight filtering through the curtains of her comfortable dallas home. her small, chocolate coloured dog, jasper, was sleeping peacefully at the end of her bed, his little chest rising and falling without a care in the world. there were mornings when kielle wished she could swap places with jasper. he didn’t have to worry about love, or life. he just carried on as normal, no matter what the weather or what happened. kielle slid herself out of bed and pushed her feet into her slippers. as she walked along the wooden floor, she reached the end of the bed and ticked jasper behind his ears. he gave a low, long sigh and one tired eye flicked open, gazing around and finally seeing kielle. his other eye opened, sensing breakfast would soon be up, and he stretched before bounding off the bed and beating kielle down the stairs. a small, delicate laugh escaped her lips as she followed him down into the kitchen, a yawn over taking her for a moment. sighing, she filled up jaspers dog bowl, who looked undeniably happy to see his breakfast. kielle stroked the chocolate coloured dog once again, before grabbing herself a biscuit and going back upstairs. it was there she jumped in the shower, loving the feeling of the warm water cascading down her back, washing all her worries away. her fingers combed through her long, brunette hair as it curled underneath the wetness. after a good ten minutes, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. as the wetness dripped off of her body and she stepped into her clothes for the day, jasper barked upon hearing a knock on the front door. kielle’s eyebrows creased as she stepped down the stairs and reached the front door, her hand curling around the gold handle, pulling it open softly. it was only then, when she saw the person in front of her, did a low, almost inaudible, gasp escape her lips. her hands drew up to her mouth as she stared, in shock, at the person standing in front of her.
