Post by atlanta gray. on Jan 26, 2010 18:39:04 GMT -6
YOUR AGE[/font] fifteen years and three hundred sixty days
TIME ZONE[/font] CENTRAL.
CONTACT[/font] pm or msn.
PASSWORD~[/font] city and color philosophy.
PLAY-BY[/font] vhudge.
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NICKNAMES[/font] none.
AGE[/font] twenty.
GRADE[/font] sophomore.
BIRTHDAY[/font] december first.
MEMBER GROUP[/font] university
PERSONALITY[/font] reserved, spiteful, hardheaded, rude, fun-loving, blunt, coquettish, called a harlot by some, honest, bitter, pothead, loyal to friends, unfaithful to boyfriends, moody, unloved, under appreciated, secretive, sailor mouthed, hateful, tease, talkative, amused, caring (once she befriends somebody), afraid to let people in, childish, neglectful, intelligent, party-loving, coffee addict, night owl.
OTHER[/font] atlanta has an intense hatred towards anything cat related. if it was up to her, every cat and everything cat related would be locked up behind closed doors so that nobody could see it. there's no real reason why she feels this way, she just doesn't like them.
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December first of nineteen eighty nine was no day out of the ordinary. It certainly didn't make headlines like december first of nineteen fifty five did, which was the infamous day that Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat to a white passenger on the bus she was riding. No, December first of nineteen eighty nine was nothing like that day. It wasn't even a particularly special day for Ivette Ortiz and Derek Gray. It had taken four of the nine months that Ivette was pregnant to rid herself of her awful pot and cocaine habits, though she was perfectly content with smoking and snorting again once this god damned baby was out of her forever. That's what her and her boyfriend referred to baby Atlanta as. The two of them had been an item since their freshman year in high school, though the very core of their relationship was based on a love for all things containing marijuana. After their sophomore year, they graduated to cocaine and ever since then, they'd been together just because they knew the other had good connections.
Ivette Ortiz was a ridiculously pretty girl whose parents both originated from Barcelona, Spain. With dark olive skin and the prettiest green eyes that Derek Gray had ever laid eyes on, he knew that he wanted her immediately. She had always been a good girl, being reared by two extremely successful parents. Her father was a successful lawyer while her mother was constantly preoccupied by her job as a pediatric surgeon. Ivette spent most of her time at home alone, so when Derek began to take an interest in her, she was drawn in by his brooding eyes and mysterious personality. Their story wasn't much unlike that of practically every bad boy and their good girl girlfriend turned bad. When she finally gave up her virginity to him, Derek took this as a cue that he could practically make her do anything he desired. She was fourteen when she tried pot, and sixteen when she tried cocaine. She was seventeen when she found out she was pregnant.
Ivette had always been a responsible girl, but she couldn't listen to her mother when she demanded that Ivette get an abortion. Instead, she packed up and left, moving in with Derek and his own deadbeat parents. It was actually a miracle that baby Atlanta wasn't born with complications, considering that Ivette had such a difficult time cutting herself from the drugs that she'd become accustomed to having. But December twentieth proved to be an uneventful day, their daughter just another statistic in the world's population. Her birth went unnoticed by many, including Ivette's parents who refused to talk or to contact her after she moved in with Derek.
Childhood was not a happy time for Atlanta. She was forced to mature emotionally and mentally at a very young age. Her grandparents were unemployed most of the time, not being able to hold any steady job. She shared a room with her parents up until she was nine years old, when Ivette, Derek, and Atlanta were able to move into a tiny, two-bedroom apartment. Ivette had a steady job as a secretary at an investment office in Queens, New York, while Derek was in and out of jobs just as often as fashion trends go in and out. Atlanta was left home alone much of the time by the time she turned nine. What she didn't know, however, was that her parents engaged in cocaine trafficking.
Two days after her tenth birthday, life as Atlanta knew it changed forever. She heard car doors opening and closing in front of the tiny, dirty apartment that the three inhabited. When there was a knock on the door a few seconds later, Atlanta opened it and was faced with three cop cars and six officers. The sight was new to her, and this was the first time that police officers had ever shown up at her house. They asked for her parents and she denied that they were home, though she knew well that the two were getting high in their bedroom. The officers refused to take no for an answer and entered the apartment, making as little noise as possible. Besides the loud hum of the old dishwasher in the kitchen, the apartment was quiet. When, five minutes later, the officers were leading her parents into their patrol cars with handcuffs on, a police woman grabbed Atlanta's hand gently and led her out to the third car, explaining that they were just going on a short ride. Now, Atlanta wasn't a stupid little girl. She knew that with police officers came trouble, but she went along with them anyways.
That night she was placed in the custody of Ivette's sister, Marilyn. She was a college professor and her husband was chief editor for a popular publishing company. To say it simply, they were well off. They had two children of their own, both older than Atlanta. Their youngest was eleven at the time Atlanta was ten, and their eldest was thirteen. Moving in with this new family that Atlanta had previously known nothing of was difficult for her, just as it would be for any other ten year old. It was almost like foster care for her, and the way their children and even her aunt and uncle regarded her made it seem like they didn't want her there. She would find out later that the only reason Marilyn and her husband regarded her this way was because Ivette had abandoned their family when she was seventeen and they hadn't seen or heard anything of her since.
From the time she was almost eleven years old, Atlanta's entire lifestyle changed. She became spoiled and learned to live only the life of luxury. She soon began to despise her parents, who were charged with nine years of jail time and six years of parole. After her parents' arrest, she closed up. She learned to hate rather than love, and she began to become afraid to let anybody know the real her. This transformation overcame her until she knew nothing other than the hard, cold exterior that she'd put up since being bounced from the house she knew into a life that she was unfamiliar with.
In high school, Atlanta was not the popular girl. She wasn't a complete loser, either, but she definitely wasn't the popular girl. She much preferred to watch the hustle and bustle of the social royalty from the sidelines than be apart of it. Like many other teenagers, she got wrapped up in the lifestyle of parties and booze and pot, though she has always sworn that she will never, ever lay a hand on cocaine or anything worse. She dated plenty throughout her high school career, though most of the relationships ended in her cheating. She came to be known as a whore, but truth be told, she only screws around because it's the only way that she feels appreciated. After she graduated high school, she got accepted into Seattle University, which was a decent distance for her. Her mother was released from jail when she was sixteen and constantly tries to get a hold of her. Derek was released only after the nine years due to bad behavior in jail. She hasn't talked to her father since he was arrested, though she has spoken to her mother a few times since she's been released.[/ul][/blockquote][/size][/sup]
Julian James did not like talking about his feelings. He had never been the sensitive boy, and he had never been very nice. He supposed it had something to do with his tendency to get angry over the littlest things, though he could not be sure. He was just the type of guy who preferred to avoid sympathizing with people as much as possible. Julian figured that it was a trait he got from his mother. He had seen her stay strong through even the shittiest parts of her life, and while he absolutely hated her sometimes, it was the one trait that he was glad he had inherited from her. To him, strength was of number one importance. Strength was really all he had anymore, anyway. He was poor, refusing the generous amounts of money that his mother and father offered him about every month. He had refused money since his eighteenth birthday. Julian had the tendency to do whatever it took to prove that he was fine being by himself and being independent, and he always chose to show it by refusing money of any kind other than his inheritance, from his parents. The boy had always been rather frugal, and since he had cut himself off on his eighteenth birthday, he had found even more ways to conserve his minimal amount of money. His behavior was the exact opposite of his ex-girlfriend, Emma von Trafften. That is what had always drawn him to her, after all: their differences. She was an absolute social butterfly with a heart of gold and that beautiful strawberry blonde hair that he loved so much. He, on the other hand, tried to stay away from parties, was a big asshole when he wanted to be, and he definitely didn't care enough about his own hair. He had always cared about her, even if he didn't let onto it. He was rather rude to her at times, though it was only because he was not sure if he had even forgiven her for ultimately ending their relationship. He had known her since they were a mere four years old, and he really could not believe she was ready to throw away their relationship in high school all because of a rumor. That was what made him angry, though when he found out she cheated on him, now that just pushed him over the edge. He clearly remembered putting his fist through the wall, only to become angrier upon realization that he would have to pay to get that fixed. Maybe turning down money from his parents wasn't such a great idea after all.
Julian had always been aware of Emma's trust issues, just because of her mother's constant string of boyfriends and husbands when she was a little girl. He remembered fully well when she would come over crying when they were in their early teens, asking if she could sleep over. It was then that their relationship began turning into something more than just friendship. When they were younger, he had always just thought of her as the cute little blonde girl who wore her hair in little pigtails most of the time. He would tug on them playfully whenever she wore them, and she would giggle, chasing him around the playground. That is how most of their play dates ended up, and it was something he didn't think he would ever forget. However, he did not understand why she wasn't able to trust him. After all, they had gone through basically everything together, from both of their first times in the bedroom to, ultimately, the end of their relationship. Needless to say, it really surprised him when she showed up at his doorstep during the last month before they graduated high school, slapping him as soon as he opened the door. He thought she knew him better than that, and he was more angry than anything when he realized that she didn't. Perhaps this was why he was such an asshole to her now. Then again, perhaps that's just who he was. Even Julian wasn't so sure as to what was the truth.
He sighed, flipping through the television channels with the remote. He finally resorted to turning it off, tossing it on the seat next to him. Tiny was a nice way of describing his apartment. Of course he kept it rather clean, but all it really consisted of was a tiny bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and television room. It was just big enough for him and one or two people when he decided to invite over company. Then again, he only really needed room for three people. Julian didn't have too many friends, but that was his choice. The only two people he really cared about were his sister and Emma. He glanced unwillingly at the clock. He knew Emma's flight was scheduled to leave at five and it was already three. He was absolutely pissed when she told him she was leaving. He couldn't understand why, and so he resorted to blaming himself. Maybe if he wasn't so fucking hardheaded, maybe if he'd forgiven her quicker than he did, maybes were all he could think of at the moment. He exhaled, staring at the dark television that sat settling in front of him. The time seemed to slow down as he stared at it, trying to decide what to do. Of course he loved her, he had since he realized that he cared about her as more than just a friend. He'd always known she loved him, and even though she had been denying it for the past week and a half, he knew better. He knew the real reason that she was crying the night before, despite her consistent lie that it was about Tiger Woods and his affairs. He truly had to roll his eyes and chuckle at that one. Emma was smart, but she was an awful liar. It only made him angrier that she so obviously tried to make him jealous. It was something that he should have expected from her, but every time she pulled one of his stunts it caught him off guard. Just when he realized she was trying to pull something on him, she would do something different. Being with her, and hell, being around her, drove him absolutely crazy. But, he loved it.
A sigh passed through the boy's lips as he pushed himself off of the couch. She was leaving today, he at least had to say goodbye. He grabbed his car keys off of the table next to the front door and slammed it behind him as he speed walked to his car, pulling open the driver’s door with force. He didn’t even care. At one point in time, material things would have been important to him, but ever since he had actually grown up, he had come to realize that it wasn’t so much the things in his life that were important, as it was the way he chose his lifestyle. He had always hated the limelight, which is what his parents were involved in daily. His father was the president of the United States and his mother the first lady as well as a fashion designer. There was not a week when either of them weren’t in the tabloids. Occasionally, he would see a camera flash out of the corner of his eye, and he absolutely despised it. He hated the thought of being followed around with a camera only once a week, let alone every day which is what his parents had to deal with. He honestly could not imagine being in either of their situations, which is why he had chosen a less fame-involved career. He had always loved children, and while he was never patient with people his age or older, he had an uncanny patience for children. This could explain why he worked so well with his younger sister, even though they had little to no relationship at all. He helped her when he needed it, and he looked forward to her nightly phone calls about math homework help. He’d always felt like the only way he could help the world was by educating children because that was the only thing he ever felt that he had any ambition for.
Julian was not and had never been an ambitious boy. He had never had any dreams, and he was a rather odd boy when he was younger. However, now his only hope was to get to the airport in time to catch Emma. As he drove, he kept his mind blank, not able to think of anything to say to Emma when he saw her. He hastily parked the car when he pulled into the airport parking lot, slamming the door behind him again and jogging to the entrance. He ran past people giving each other hugs and unloading luggage from their family members' cars. He had no idea what terminal she would be in, so he had to resort to stopping at the customer service desk to ask what terminal the flight to Los Angeles was in. When he received the answer, he was off again, jogging toward the terminal. He saw that strawberry blonde hair before he saw anything else. She was sitting the other way, her back facing him. He stopped just short of her to catch his breath, trying to regain some composure before he walked around the lounging seats to face her. "Emma, I need to talk to you."
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