Post by lukas alek brovushkina. on Jul 24, 2009 6:32:18 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 katie and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for 4 and a half. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is rob pattinson. he's pretty gnarley. anyway, not only do i play this hot dude alina brovushkina who will be coming soon. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? mixit. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?Well, I got my name from my father, the once famous russian pianist, of which I've never known. I'd also like to stress the once famous part. He's pretty much sunk into the z list now. In retrospect, I'm not the biggest fan of my name, purely for the three factors that its my fathers name, it's annoying to spell, and people always seem incapable of pronouncing my surname. BROV-ER-SHKEEN-AH. got it? Another factor that I hate about my name, is that I finds it impossible to find a nickname that suits and makes sense. The most imaginative people have come up with so far has been Luke, and it's pretty bland. I don't even like that. The only other nickname I've ever been known for, is my mother's more embaressing nickname which I will never mutter after this moment. Lulu. Nothing can be more embaressing than being a boy and having your mother nickname you with the name of a blonde british female singer. There is no real meaning to my name, another boring factor. Overall? I pretty much hate my name.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?I was born 14th Feburary 1988, the greatest valentines day in history obviously. At the moment I'm nineteen going on twelve, I still have this habit of acting like a child. I mean, not really badly but, I just do these things that people find to not be twenty one year old behaviour. But people find it funny, since I can counteract that with my more mature side. Even though I don't act totally my age. I don't believe that just because I'm nineteen and close to twenty that I need to act like an adult. I'm in no hurry to grow up, get a job and a house and a wife. I'm young for a reason, and I want to live like a young person should. I don't like being told to grow up, because I am grown up, as grown up as I want to be. I'm young. So I plan to live like a young one.tell me, why are you here again?I'm a recently graduated resident; Well, currently I've just finished university, but fair to say that didn't go well for me. I studied something that's not what I want to do, and because of my mother I ignored a real passion of mine. I studyied law, and its not that I'm doing bad because, really I'm not. I'm kind of fantastic at it actually. I don't mean to blow my own horn but...er...TOOT TOOT! I'm pretty spectacular really. I know a lot, and my mind ultimatley seems to be a sponge. I soak things up quickly and store it there forever. Complicated words don't phase me, but they don't interest me either. School days passed quickly and bored me to no end, and even though I seemed to excell, the teachers don't like me purely because of my disinterest. The only good thing about school? I was pretty popular. I'm outgoing and always the first to say something when I'm with my friends. I was blessed with funny genes too. Thank god I didn't inherit my mothers dry wit is all I'm saying. I don't know. I seem to excel in most academic things, but what I really want to be doing is painting, or, god help me, composing. According to my mum, it's not really a career at all. I know the reason she doesnt want me to be involved in the arts because of my father, and while she never says it out loud, I know thats the reason. The real reason. She doesn't want me to be the man my father was, and while I know there is no chance of that happening, I think my mother is completely convinced I'm going to become just like him. To make her happy I didn't go on to study art and music, instead I chose law. I quote 'A more respectable career indeed' So I studied law, and I live off the money my mother gives me. It's nothing what I want. So..? I painted in secret. I composed in secret. And when it came to telling mum about my day, I didn't mention a word about it. So, right now, I'm working at a law firm, while on the side, I've opened my own gallery downtown, it's only small and it's one big secret from my mother. In truth, Im wearing myself out trying to do both, but I need the law firm as a cover.do you prefer boys, girls, or both?I'm a lesbian, I only date girls ;] Kidding about the lesbian thing. Though I do prefer the ladies. Not that theres anything wrong with a guy and a guy being together, just I personally don't swing that way.tell me about your love life, sweetie.I'm straight, and single. I don't tend to stay in relationships long. They aren't for me usually. I think in honesty I repel love like two positive sides of a magnet. Girls don't seem to think I'm serious when I'm with them, I guess to be quite frank I find it too hard to stay with one girl. Like I said, I'm young, I don't think I'm ready to get involved in one single serious relationship. I'm no stranger to sex I suppose, but I'm never a whore. I always make sure I'm in the right frame of mind, and I only do it when I really feel it's right. I'm good with sex, good at sex and I think at the end of the day thats one of the reasons why its so hard for me to stay in a relationship. I know how to be in lust, but not how to be in love..what do you like to do?indian ciggerattes, love, love, love! happiness, hugs, smiles and kisses. holding hands, tickling, beaky, rainy days, hot days, lazy days and fun days, snuggling and cuddles, poetry, drama, clothes, charity shops, tights, shoes that pinch, messy hair, london, friends, family, having £££, photography, cameras, photos, paintings, laughter, cooking, cakes, sex and the city, geekiness, hiccups, trains, travelling, fields, rivers, sun, thunder and lightning, long socks, wooly tights, pieces of string, shoes, books, antique shops, wine, happy timesss, grass, wayfarers, meat, talking for hours on end, bonfires, brick off anchor man, holidays, acoustic guitars, slobbing out, perfect skin, hot cross buns, dresses, wolly socks, lists, plans, laughing, literal duvet days, dreams, cream eggs, will ferrell, unexpected phonecalls, harassing strangerswhat grinds your gears?butt sucking, whinging, posh people, parents, brown, sand, rain and ice, being balancly challenged, musicals, berries, birthdays, cheese, people who wink, fakers, hayfever, grapefruit, chewing gum, blunt pencils, stray bits of string, bottle tops, slow drivers, oily skin, bad hair days, sneaky people, noisy people, ungreatfullness, burnt food, insects, bees, junk food.what makes you cower in fear?I think I can honestly say my biggest and probably my only phobia is wasps or anything like them. Even bees. I hate the idea that something that small can have such power, and can cause so much pain. I've got a strangely low pain threshold when it comes to being stung by any of them. I get nervous and edgy when I know theres a bee or a wasp or something around. I can't relax, and people think I'm a bit over dramatic. Still, wont be saying that when you get stung by one will you! That, and losing my sister to anything. She means the world to me, and not having her in my life anymore would break me apart.tell me - are you an innocent little one?You know what, i can honestly say I'm as clean as a whistle in that aspect. I've never done anything illegal, I mean, I smoke and I drink sure, but never have I seen the inside of a jail cell thank god. I suppose when I was twelve i did steal a sweet from the pic n mix section at the supermarket, but I felt so bad immeadiatly afterwards that I made my mum take me back to the store so I could pay for it. And then i cried. No, I've never done anything illegal, all my crimes have been against other peoples emotions.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!I've got a heart condition that could kill me. I don't want people knowing, so I cover it up by pushing myself to the limit. I do things that normal people wouldn't do, and I take risks like no other person. I purposefully do things that make my heart beat ten thousand times a second so I know its still there, and I know it frightens my mother. Only my mum knows, and I want to keep it that way. I don't want people treating me with pity or speciality because they are afraid I'm going to drop dead at any second. I don't want people to hold me back from pushing myself to the limit and living the life i want too. So it will stay a secret for as long as I can.what about your parents? are they good people?Father - I've never known him, and pretty much never want too. He left me and my mother and as far as I can tell, thats the worst thing a person can do to their family. All I know about him is that he's a rich guy, once famous and now he's bottoming out. The world isn't highly demanding for pianists, and the last I heard he's living off the money he made when people actually knew who he was. I guess if he ever wanted to get into contact with me Id hear what he'd have to say, but other than that, he's not in my life. Not now. Not ever.
Mother - It's a complicated relationship I have with my mother. She's a successful woman with her own business, and while I admire her for her sucess, we really have nothing in common. She's like chalk and I'm cheese. She wants me to do things that I don't really want to be doing, and its hard for me to understand why. Her trust in me seems to be lack and she's utterly convinced I'm going to become my dad. Everything she does for me seems to be in every aid to keep me from becoming like him. It's painful, because art is the way I want to go in my life, I want to paint and write music that can be performed in ballets and broadways, but she's become slowly the biggest blockade in my life. She wont shift, and even though she keeps me from wanting, she keeps me from being myself.surely you have some siblings?my sister's name is anna, she's four with the most perfect tight curly blonde hair that bounces when she runs after pigeons in the park. she's sweet and innocent, and I will do anything to keep her that way. I don't want her becoming tainted by our mothers repression and vile boyfriend. I would do anything for her, and one day I plan to have her live with me full time. Since she's only my half sister my mum will fight me tooth and nail, but i wont give up that easily on her.what do you want to do with your life?right now, I want paint. I've recently opened myself an art gallery downtown, and I plan to build it up slowly with not only my own peices of work in it, but others aswell. I also want to create a name for myself on the art scene. Im tired of hiding my art, so I'm going for it. In the long term, I have bigger plans, one of which is to have my sister come live with me, and eventually give up my job at the law firm. I want us to be a happy family. In the long term, I want her to be with me as a family, and severe all ties with my mother and her dramas.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.I'll keep you posted.
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There was something comforting about the library. That was the main thing. It offered a sort of solitude that was both meaningful and irrelevant all at the same time. It was a place where contemplation wasnt frowned upon, in fact, it was encouraged and provoked like a small fire waiting to build up. For Lukas, the library was the one place where he felt truly at home and at ease. He sighed, thinking of how much a pity it was that he felt more at home in a library than in his own house. Why? He put it down to the fact that you weren't allowed to shout in the library. Though he couldn't help but feel if his father were here, he would have shouted anyway. Lukas contemplated as he absent mindedly flicked through a book, far too large and far too long for most people. For Lukas, it was bitesize. It had been almost three months since he'd moved back in with his parents. After the flood in his apartment his mother had insisted he come back home, and so far he had been prevented from getting back on his feet. He felt like he was back in his pre teen years, being repressed by his parents who wanted nothing more than to squash the true dreams of their children until they were nothing more than lonely shells. It was a bleak view on life at home he had to admit, but it was the reality of it. No matter how dismal it sounded. Still, Lukas tried to remain optimistic despite the arguments and the fights and the throwing of expensive and meaningless plates. His family may be dysfunctional, but there was an up side. Lukas regarded it as the only upside in his life right now. Despite one or two others.
His sister. Being at home meant spending more time with her. It meant he was free to mould her into the aspirational young woman she should become, and Lukas found himself swelling with pride. She was growing up quickly, quicker than he could ever have anticipated. He could barely believe she would be five next year. He sighed, and wondered where the time had gone. Everytime he thought of his sister Anna, he couldn't help but think he'd wasted a substantial amount of time living away from her. She was fantastic, and growing up too fast. Before he knew it, she would be off to highschool and be too old for her brothers love and affection. Not to mention, she would be coming of that age when their parents took the most affect. Lukas knew it all to well, and while he himself had had a lucky escape, he could only wish for the same for anna. Who knew. Perhaps she would even grow to love them where Lukas had failed to do so? It was an enigma that he would have to wait to see unfold before his eyes, helplessly and hopefully. He turned a page, skimming the words with disinterested eyes. He was sure he'd read the book before. If he hadn't, then it sounded familiar at least. He hadn't really registered when he'd picked it up off the shelf. His hand had merely reached, grasped and pulled, until the book was firmly on his table and in front of him, being pulled apart mentally by Lukas. He had a habit of doing that. He seemed incapable of sitting down and just enjoying a book, instead he had to shred it to peices in his mind, unpacking every small detail until there was nothing but empty pointless grammar left. It was the curse of being so academically gifted. He hated it sometimes, despite it's relevance to his life. After all, there wasn't much more he was good at. Besides painting and the odd piano concerto. But those skills for a Brovushkina went unrecognised. They were strict family of business and academia. Like his father always reminded him; it's whats in the head that counts, not whats in the heart. A typical statement that a man void of feeling would say.
Lukas sighed, pushing back from the table and resting his fingertips lightly on the edge of it. He looked around, noticing that the time was early. It was just coming up to 8. Normally, this wouldn't be too early, and students would soon be piling in through the door, or more so dragging themselves to a table to cram for an exam or last minute homework. So why not today? Because today, was saturday. Normal kids were at work or at the beach at the weekends, having fun and earning themselves something to talk about come the following school day on monday. But Lukas didn't work, for the basic point that he didn't need to. As spoilt as it sounded, he was kept alive in his life by the money from his parents. Hush money he referred to it as. Normally he used little of it. Everything they bought, he threw back in their faces. He'd sold his respectable car for a 1980's comet. He'd moved out to a downtown apartment no bigger than two rooms and a bathroom. He'd stopped wearing suits and switched to jeans and shirts...but they didn't seem to understand. So they plied him with more hush money than before to silence his rebellious attitude. Lukas felt their failure a thousand times over. He pushed a hand through his hair, grumbling slightly before standing up and picking his book up in one smooth movement. Even if he wasn't in the best of spirits today, at least his grace hadn't suffered. He smiled at that little joke. Barely. As he walked to the bookshelf where his book had come from, he couldn't help but think of the complications that had arisen from this week, and the weeks previous. It made him feel slightly alone strangely, and as he stopped and extended his arm to place the book back in its rightful spot, he couldn't help but mummble to himself. "Better get used to it Luke."
He sighed a little, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his ciggerattes. Peeking out behind the shelves he saw the librarian quite some way away from him, and pulling out a ciggeratte from the packet, took his lighter from his pocket. The good thing about an old library was that they were big with less than satisfactory smoke alarms. He'd found this out on his first day of school at Lauklar, and had since then found himself coming to this aisle for a smoke whenever he felt tense in the library. Lighting up he took one long drag, blowing the smoke downward in a soft plume before leaning his head back against the shelves. At that point, he thought of her. She hated him smoking. He could imagine her worried face and her small voice chastising him for sparking up, and it made him smile for a moment, before frowning. Chelsea was his friend, and yet he felt a pang of hurt run through him as he thought of her. It was the normal reaction one got when thinking of a friend. He closed his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly and replacing the ciggeratte between his lips. He felt irked. Now that he'd thought of her, he couldn't get her out of his mind. That, would prove to be troublesome. Afterall, chelsea was the sort of girl that once you started thinking about her, she never left your thoughts. No matter how angry you were at her for deserting you for people who you couldn't stand. A raw nerve itched in him, and the only way he could stop from gritting his teeth stupidly hard, was to take another, longer drag. God...I need to calm down.
His sister. Being at home meant spending more time with her. It meant he was free to mould her into the aspirational young woman she should become, and Lukas found himself swelling with pride. She was growing up quickly, quicker than he could ever have anticipated. He could barely believe she would be five next year. He sighed, and wondered where the time had gone. Everytime he thought of his sister Anna, he couldn't help but think he'd wasted a substantial amount of time living away from her. She was fantastic, and growing up too fast. Before he knew it, she would be off to highschool and be too old for her brothers love and affection. Not to mention, she would be coming of that age when their parents took the most affect. Lukas knew it all to well, and while he himself had had a lucky escape, he could only wish for the same for anna. Who knew. Perhaps she would even grow to love them where Lukas had failed to do so? It was an enigma that he would have to wait to see unfold before his eyes, helplessly and hopefully. He turned a page, skimming the words with disinterested eyes. He was sure he'd read the book before. If he hadn't, then it sounded familiar at least. He hadn't really registered when he'd picked it up off the shelf. His hand had merely reached, grasped and pulled, until the book was firmly on his table and in front of him, being pulled apart mentally by Lukas. He had a habit of doing that. He seemed incapable of sitting down and just enjoying a book, instead he had to shred it to peices in his mind, unpacking every small detail until there was nothing but empty pointless grammar left. It was the curse of being so academically gifted. He hated it sometimes, despite it's relevance to his life. After all, there wasn't much more he was good at. Besides painting and the odd piano concerto. But those skills for a Brovushkina went unrecognised. They were strict family of business and academia. Like his father always reminded him; it's whats in the head that counts, not whats in the heart. A typical statement that a man void of feeling would say.
Lukas sighed, pushing back from the table and resting his fingertips lightly on the edge of it. He looked around, noticing that the time was early. It was just coming up to 8. Normally, this wouldn't be too early, and students would soon be piling in through the door, or more so dragging themselves to a table to cram for an exam or last minute homework. So why not today? Because today, was saturday. Normal kids were at work or at the beach at the weekends, having fun and earning themselves something to talk about come the following school day on monday. But Lukas didn't work, for the basic point that he didn't need to. As spoilt as it sounded, he was kept alive in his life by the money from his parents. Hush money he referred to it as. Normally he used little of it. Everything they bought, he threw back in their faces. He'd sold his respectable car for a 1980's comet. He'd moved out to a downtown apartment no bigger than two rooms and a bathroom. He'd stopped wearing suits and switched to jeans and shirts...but they didn't seem to understand. So they plied him with more hush money than before to silence his rebellious attitude. Lukas felt their failure a thousand times over. He pushed a hand through his hair, grumbling slightly before standing up and picking his book up in one smooth movement. Even if he wasn't in the best of spirits today, at least his grace hadn't suffered. He smiled at that little joke. Barely. As he walked to the bookshelf where his book had come from, he couldn't help but think of the complications that had arisen from this week, and the weeks previous. It made him feel slightly alone strangely, and as he stopped and extended his arm to place the book back in its rightful spot, he couldn't help but mummble to himself. "Better get used to it Luke."
He sighed a little, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his ciggerattes. Peeking out behind the shelves he saw the librarian quite some way away from him, and pulling out a ciggeratte from the packet, took his lighter from his pocket. The good thing about an old library was that they were big with less than satisfactory smoke alarms. He'd found this out on his first day of school at Lauklar, and had since then found himself coming to this aisle for a smoke whenever he felt tense in the library. Lighting up he took one long drag, blowing the smoke downward in a soft plume before leaning his head back against the shelves. At that point, he thought of her. She hated him smoking. He could imagine her worried face and her small voice chastising him for sparking up, and it made him smile for a moment, before frowning. Chelsea was his friend, and yet he felt a pang of hurt run through him as he thought of her. It was the normal reaction one got when thinking of a friend. He closed his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly and replacing the ciggeratte between his lips. He felt irked. Now that he'd thought of her, he couldn't get her out of his mind. That, would prove to be troublesome. Afterall, chelsea was the sort of girl that once you started thinking about her, she never left your thoughts. No matter how angry you were at her for deserting you for people who you couldn't stand. A raw nerve itched in him, and the only way he could stop from gritting his teeth stupidly hard, was to take another, longer drag. God...I need to calm down.