Post by aurelia emmaline moreau on Feb 7, 2011 20:29:18 GMT -5
AURELIA MOREAU
WILL FIND A MAP AND DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE
OVER RIVERS FARMS AND STATE LINES THE DISTANCE FROM A TO WHERE YOU
nicknames ! aurie, emma
age ! twenty
birthday ! november 8th
orientation ! heterosexual
membergroup ! student
faceclaim ! emma roberts[/ul]
'D BE IT'S ONLY A FINGER-LENGTHS THAT I SE
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
ihate ! losing, hospitals, needles, her dad, chocolate.
ifear ! clowns
mysecretis ! i'm the cause of my mother's death
aboutme ! cold, sarcastic, closed off, confident, protective.[/ul]
ARK DISTANT PLACES I HANG MY COAT UP IN T
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
hometown ! london, england
mystoryis ! aurie has almost spent all of her life in london, england. she had grown up with two older brothers whom are extremely protective of her. she was only seven when her mom had passed away. it was all her fault. see, aurie wasn't supposed to be born. she was just a mistake. and after juliet gave birth to her baby girl, she had gone insane. and the older aurie got, the more freaked out her mother was. aurie was pushing and pushing juliet to go to an asylum, to see a doctor. to get help. instead, her mother runs off to the woods where she followed. it was dark and wet, but she had to find her mother. this woman was the reason of her life after all. aurie didn't even realize she was running, but being a somewhat klutz like her, she had slipped, tumbling down the hill. she tried to stop her fall with her hands, but she wasn't fast enough. she tried to get up, but instead, she had pushed juliet- where she fell into her death. her dad couldn't look at her. years and years, aurie's heart kept breaking. until she was fifteen. that year, her father had had enough and sent her into a small town. he abandoned her, as if he could erase her from his life. and then soon enough, being the best brothers in the world, they followed her here, making a living for themselves.[/ul]
ETRATES MY SILENCE AS DRUNKEN MEN FIND
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
myageis ! eighteen
ilivein ! pacific =]
ifoundthis ! an ad
myroleplaysample ! [/ul]
A quiet sigh escaped the pink glossed lips, as it smiled politely towards her client. She was beyond exhausted. This was the fifth client she had to meet since six this morning. And she had little to no sleep. Well... she had fifteen minutes of sleep if that counted. She had been up all night looking over reports, fixing some costume and set designs, and then correcting some proposals. She understood that everybody's tired, but they have no idea how tiring a General Manager's job is. But she's used to it. She had been working in this ship since last year, and she had tried many different positions. She's started with stage cleaning, and then helping out with costumes and sets, learned how to do tech and lighting stuff, knew how to work with the talent clients, and now she's a General Manager here. Of all the different jobs she's tried the past year, helping out with the talent portion was her favourite. But being General Manger is even more fun than talents. "That sounds great. I'll send you our proposal first thing in the morning tomorrow." She told him, shaking his hands, smiling at him as she watched him leave. She sighed once more and blew her bangs out of the way, grabbing the list of things he needed and wanted, and ticked it into her folder. Laying the folder against her left harm, she pushed open the door to the hallway. She waved at the new on board passengers, greeted the staff, and directed the passengers to their rooms along the way. She made her way towards the deck below the main level. Maybe the staff lounge would be quiet and she'd be able to get a head start on her proposal.
She watched as a pair of couple held the hand of their daughter, laughing. Her heart ached, having a longing to be in the little girl's place. But no. That will never happen. She will never be able to see her parents again. Don't want to. The last time she saw them was when she was fifteen, and they had beaten her into a puddle. She was in the front lawn in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts in the middle of winter. She was just lying there. She couldn't move. Not because she had a frostbite, but because she was in so much pain that she couldn't possible move. She couldn't even breath. She was sure she was going to die. No one had come out of their mansion to check on her. No one even took a peek. They were used to this. It happed every day, but it was never this bad. But the beatings were worst that day because she told them she was pregnant. But after the beating, the child was obviously lost. Though, someone did put her in a garage with a blanket on top, if that counted as doing something. So when she was sure she was okay to walk, she packed some clothes into her gym bag, and stole her parents' bank card. She withdrew thousands of dollars, and took the Greyhound to the airport and flew to the first place on her mind. Australia. But then the jobs and the life there wasn't fun. At all. So she traveled around New York a bit before she headed for Florida. And then she found a job here, in this ship. She swore to herself she'd never forgive them. She'd never even try to touch a thing that would relate to them. She hated them with a passion. They had killed her child, they almost killed her. There was no way those stuck up rich sons of cows would ever be forgiven.
She ducked quietly into the staff lounge, unnoticed, as usual. She sat down on a chair, and started to write a rough draft on the proposal, but she was often distracted by other people. The second Holden walked in, she could recognize his voice, and immediately blocked him out so she could concentrate. After about fifteen minutes into her second half of the draft, she let out a sigh of frustration, pushing the piece of paper further away from her, leaning back on the chair. She looked up at the ceiling, and shut her eyes for a second before opening them once again. She sighed, thinking about how much she missed her parents. They broke her heart. They kicked her out. They left her. They didn't even try to call her after she left. Not for Christmas, and definitely not for her birthday. Did she even exist to them anymore? Are they even alive? Did they replace her with another girl to be their perfect daughter? Or were they travelling the world? Or were they so glad that she ran away? Did they miss her at all? Or was she just a mere memory? A distant memory that was so far back of their minds that they'd never even remember her. Maybe in a flashback, but maybe not. She swore she was going to cry, tears were even threatening at the tip of her eyelashes, but she wiped it away before anyone could see. What would have happened if she stayed outside the house instead of running away? Would they have eventually forgiven her and take her back into their warmth? Knowing her parents, they wouldn't. Their lives were too perfect for her.
Aniyah Emerald Garcia was nothing but a failure. She was a test child gone wrong. Easily replaceable. She shook the memories away. Why was she thinking about this today? She's never done this for the past seven years, so why was she thinking about it now? Why now? Why the sudden longing to see her parents? She didn't even know where they lived anymore for Pete's sake. And she didn't want to see them. Not before, not now, not ever. They don't deserve to see her. They don't deserve to know whether or not she was having an amazing life right now. Even if she was suffering, they can go suck it and die. Okay, no, she didn't want them to die. But even if they do see her in the streets, suffering from starvation, she would never take a penny from them. She'd stand up, look them in the eye, and made sure they were hurting inside. Made sure they regret their decision because all of this was their fault. It was their fault that she was begging for money. But she wasn't broke, and she didn't need to beg for money, but it'd be nice once in a while to be able to make her parents feel like shit. It'd be nice to let them know that she can prove herself to them. That she can make it out in the world. That she can survive without their help in money. Well..... okay except for the money that she stole from them- which she spent on food and motels. She shook her head again. She could care less if they were having the time of their lives. She could care less if they're lying on a hospital bed, wanting to see her one last time. They can die with regret. "Would one of you lovely ladies care to make me a sandwich?" She heard Holden say, bringing her out of her angry memories. "They're not your slave. Get your own sandwich."
one one eight oh
She watched as a pair of couple held the hand of their daughter, laughing. Her heart ached, having a longing to be in the little girl's place. But no. That will never happen. She will never be able to see her parents again. Don't want to. The last time she saw them was when she was fifteen, and they had beaten her into a puddle. She was in the front lawn in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts in the middle of winter. She was just lying there. She couldn't move. Not because she had a frostbite, but because she was in so much pain that she couldn't possible move. She couldn't even breath. She was sure she was going to die. No one had come out of their mansion to check on her. No one even took a peek. They were used to this. It happed every day, but it was never this bad. But the beatings were worst that day because she told them she was pregnant. But after the beating, the child was obviously lost. Though, someone did put her in a garage with a blanket on top, if that counted as doing something. So when she was sure she was okay to walk, she packed some clothes into her gym bag, and stole her parents' bank card. She withdrew thousands of dollars, and took the Greyhound to the airport and flew to the first place on her mind. Australia. But then the jobs and the life there wasn't fun. At all. So she traveled around New York a bit before she headed for Florida. And then she found a job here, in this ship. She swore to herself she'd never forgive them. She'd never even try to touch a thing that would relate to them. She hated them with a passion. They had killed her child, they almost killed her. There was no way those stuck up rich sons of cows would ever be forgiven.
She ducked quietly into the staff lounge, unnoticed, as usual. She sat down on a chair, and started to write a rough draft on the proposal, but she was often distracted by other people. The second Holden walked in, she could recognize his voice, and immediately blocked him out so she could concentrate. After about fifteen minutes into her second half of the draft, she let out a sigh of frustration, pushing the piece of paper further away from her, leaning back on the chair. She looked up at the ceiling, and shut her eyes for a second before opening them once again. She sighed, thinking about how much she missed her parents. They broke her heart. They kicked her out. They left her. They didn't even try to call her after she left. Not for Christmas, and definitely not for her birthday. Did she even exist to them anymore? Are they even alive? Did they replace her with another girl to be their perfect daughter? Or were they travelling the world? Or were they so glad that she ran away? Did they miss her at all? Or was she just a mere memory? A distant memory that was so far back of their minds that they'd never even remember her. Maybe in a flashback, but maybe not. She swore she was going to cry, tears were even threatening at the tip of her eyelashes, but she wiped it away before anyone could see. What would have happened if she stayed outside the house instead of running away? Would they have eventually forgiven her and take her back into their warmth? Knowing her parents, they wouldn't. Their lives were too perfect for her.
Aniyah Emerald Garcia was nothing but a failure. She was a test child gone wrong. Easily replaceable. She shook the memories away. Why was she thinking about this today? She's never done this for the past seven years, so why was she thinking about it now? Why now? Why the sudden longing to see her parents? She didn't even know where they lived anymore for Pete's sake. And she didn't want to see them. Not before, not now, not ever. They don't deserve to see her. They don't deserve to know whether or not she was having an amazing life right now. Even if she was suffering, they can go suck it and die. Okay, no, she didn't want them to die. But even if they do see her in the streets, suffering from starvation, she would never take a penny from them. She'd stand up, look them in the eye, and made sure they were hurting inside. Made sure they regret their decision because all of this was their fault. It was their fault that she was begging for money. But she wasn't broke, and she didn't need to beg for money, but it'd be nice once in a while to be able to make her parents feel like shit. It'd be nice to let them know that she can prove herself to them. That she can make it out in the world. That she can survive without their help in money. Well..... okay except for the money that she stole from them- which she spent on food and motels. She shook her head again. She could care less if they were having the time of their lives. She could care less if they're lying on a hospital bed, wanting to see her one last time. They can die with regret. "Would one of you lovely ladies care to make me a sandwich?" She heard Holden say, bringing her out of her angry memories. "They're not your slave. Get your own sandwich."
one one eight oh
OUR WORDS IN MY MEMORY ARE LIKE MUSIC T
O ME I'M MILES FROM WHERE YOU ARE I LAY DOWN ON THE COLD GROUND I PRA
oh hai! this appy was made by BONES ?! of
CAUTION. she used snow patrol and martha wainwright
lyrics from the song set the fire to the third bar.
don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33
