Post by tierney cassidy on Nov 21, 2009 9:58:50 GMT -8
tierney- fawn-cassidy
eighteen, academy student, timid
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-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------well, hey there, gorgeous, what is that name of yours ?-----gorgeous? well, uh, i wouldn't say that...oh? my, uh, name? it's tierney. you know, pronounced like tear-knee. i suppose it suits me, i mean, i do kind of look like a teirney...but the kids back in grade school never seemed to think so. they all called me tiny. i guess i can understand that, i'm not exactly the tallest individual. i'm not exactly sure where my parents thought up the whole first name thing, probably an odd creation or with the help of a search engine, but i do know why my middle name is fawn. when i was born, they told me i was as gentle, and wide eyed as a baby deer. i'm just glad it was tierney fawn, rather than tierney doe. that'd be...a little embarrassing.
i know what your id says, but fess up, how old are you really ?
-----w-what? oh, uh, i'm eighteen, turning nineteen on march twenty sixth. it's a long way off, i guess, but i guess i'm not looking forward to growing any older. being an adult...seems so much harder than being who i am, even though they say eighteen is the beginning of adulthood, and the end of your youth. i don't feel like that term applies to me, i still feel like the little seventeen year old i was for twelve months. getting older...well, it will feel like a rush, and i'm not looking forward to it. for now, though, i have an excuse to be scared and idiotic.[/blockquote]
what about that love life of yours? you're a hottie, you must drive them all wild .
-----whoa, uih...w-what? no..not really. i mean, love is absolutely beautiful, but..it's not for me. at least, that's what has been proven so far. guys are...difficult, for me. you never know what's going to send them over the edge, or what you can do to make them really hate you. they're sort of an issue in my life, but i'm not so determined anymore. through a past discovery, i've found that every time i get within three feet, i make a fool of myself, whether it's by dropping something when i eat, tripping, or saying something entirely too stupid for them to handle. i'd like to be one of those people who know how to hook them instantly, but, alas, i'm not, and i doubt i ever will be, no matter how bold i try to be. that's alright with me for now, though. i'm not going to rush myself into a relationship just so i can say i'm not single any more. i'd prefer something meaningful, but, hey, that's just me.[/blockquote]
blood is thicker then water right? why not tell be a little about your family ,
-----well..this is sort of a, uh...difficult subject for me, as you might be able to tell by the new shade of my cheeks. but, since you're asking me, and not answering would be impolite, i will say this quickly. i lost my mother when i was eleven years old, and...i didn't see it coming. we'd always been so happy, at least from my perspective. but my mother and i had always been extremely close. see, i have an older brother, three years older, actually, twenty one, named oliver, and she was the only other female in the household besides our unknown gendered fish that we just called "heshe". i'd like to say that oliver and maximilian were close, but my brother and father couldn't seem to stand each other. other then that, the whole cassidy family seemed to be together, tight, secured. and then...one day, i found myself stopped dead in the road of my walk home from the bus stop, to find my mothers white chevrolet wrapped around a tree. i can't remember when i finally stopped crying, but the trauma stuck around for around six years. oliver finally came through for me, though, after seeing me cold and lifeless for months on end. and slowly, i have become a little more...well, normal, every day.[/blockquote]
you've got to be sick of all this rain, right? so, seriously i have to know what brought you out this way, lovely?
----- i guess so..i never was really an outside girl anyway...but i like hollow creek, i suppose. it's sort of a difficult adaptation, coming from pennsylvania, but after we lost my mother, i guess staying in pittsburgh was a little difficult for my father. of course, i was in my stone statue stage, so i didn't really focus on my changing surroundings when my father stormed in, throwing some folded boxes onto my floor, and my brother trailed after him to help me. i guess he knew it was a little more difficult for me to grasp then the others, since he didn't ask me to help him even once. but, why washington? i guess the other's couldn't give up the snow, or the cold, even. it never bothered me either way, so it doesn't feel much different then home. just a little empty without lillie cassidy here beside me. the academy is alright, though, i guess i'm advancing nicely. i'm already in senior year, so maybe this state isn't such a bad place, after all.[/blockquote]
now, what are some of your goals ?
-----uh, well one goal, and forgive me if i sound insane for saying so, is to move on. the death of my mother has taken quite a toll on me, made me a little less bold, less brave. and i know i still haven't recovered. so the plan is to either get over it, which is near impossible, or to meet her again someday, which i'm having trouble convincing myself that it could actually happen.[/blockquote]
anything else in this category would have to involve being a little more outgoing, less shy, i mean. maybe then, when i can learn to be loud, proud, and happy with myself, i can start thinking about things other than academics, like friends..or love, even..
i think you're a badass, seriously, you totally give off that vibe, but let's be honest here; everyone is afraid of something. what are you afraid of ?
-----oh, uh...thanks? ..i don't think so, but, alright..oh, uh, what am i afraid of? probably...above all things, relationships. that, and losing another person in my family. i tend not to get too attached to people, since i fear i'll wind up losing them, just like my mother. i was at the highest point, the happiest i'd ever been, and then, suddenly, she was gone. it's like a paranoia, now, like i'm constantly worried that my new best friend is going to disappear off of the face of the earth, and i am definitely not ready for that.[/blockquote]
okay, what about those things that make you smile? what can't you live without ?
----- well, uh, air? oh, i get it..you mean...uh, sorry. well, umm..probably italian food. i adore italian food. that, and mexican. brilliant stuff there. i adore animals, too, great companions through tough times. movies manage to amuse me, too, as long as they are comedies or romantic flicks of some sort. other than that, the next best things have to be skating, books, the classics of course, the snow, receiving hugs, my brother, warm blankets, hot chocolate, and maybe a good dose of sarcasm here and there. sports aren't really my thing, but watching a volleyball game, or cheering someone on is a favorite of mine, as well.[/blockquote]
now, how about those things you just can't stand ?
-----probably talking about my mother. that really bugs me...and lizards. i know i'm supposed to love all creatures, but lizards terrify me. heights are another one of my absolute hates. i'm incredibly clumsy, so stick me on a mountain peak, and i'll have fallen down before you can turn around. i don't enjoy the cold or the warm, i'm more of a picky with my temperatures type. i can't stand mountain dew, the soda, i mean, and the color yellow bothers me. i hate the term "heavy" or "big boned". i know i'm not slender, but i can admit to that without fancy words. i can't stand the smell of lysol, and anything alcohol related. smoking is another pet peeve of mine. that's just destroying yourself for no reason. large and fast cars are another big dislike for me, but also an extreme terror...[/blockquote]
alright, so this one, it goes in the vault; got any secrets ?
-----whoa, well, i, uh, mean...i've pretty much told you everything..i guess a secret would be that i want to be in a relationship, committed, but i'm afraid to meet someone. i've always wanted to be the girl who marries her childhood best friend straight out of high school. but, since i moved and all, i guess that's not possible...i'd prefer you wouldn't tell a soul, though, i'd rather not have a million people after me, who are just going to lie so they can use me for benefits. i'm not that type of person..[/blockquote][/justify][/blockquote][/font]
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hey, what's up, jinxie, yeah so i've been tearing up the scene for fifteen years, but i just started playing this game seven years. i'm pulling the strings of tierney here and nobody else just yet i guess you want to see what i can do?
the day could have gone better, that much certain. lane wasn't exactly a "good student" to begin with, and today was not an exception. not that anything was to be expected from her. she chose things in the process rather then beforehand. delany was confusing to anyone who knew her, and her process of decision making wasn't even clear to the brunette herself. not that it really mattered to her. on that note, however, lets return to reality, shall we? after a day of bullying freshmen, and tipping a lunch over onto a new boys lap, lame was spent. her cruelty had almost warn off of her, she'd used her attitude through most of the day, and she knew that her snap could only last so much longer. but, being a natural, she'd find a way to get the point across if something did happen to bother. after all, she was a magnet for danger, especially because of her membership in a gang.
the millionaires, especially delany herself, deserved the most according to...well, pretty much the whole gang. treating them well was critical unless you decided that morning when you woke up that you had a death wish of being ripped about my hundreds of four karat jeweled fingers attached to sterling silver bracelet holding wrists. they were basically upper class, the royalty in a world of grunge and filth. that's how they say it. everyone else was as worthless as invisible. they might as well have never been born with the amount of attention they'd received from the members. they didn't deserve the attention, anyways. so why not make them miserable while your reputation only became more prominent as the tough one who you wouldn't cross paths with? it was almost like a bonus.
lane smirked as she traveled through the hallway, escaping from a class she'd spent too many miserable minutes in, satisfied with her dramatic outburst, and ability to get away with pushing a girl out of her chair. it wasn't that she was a bully, but she was willing to test her boundaries, to see how much she could get away with. and not only on her teachers stakes. by proving that she was next to fearless, she was sending the message to the other gangs that she was not to be messed with, and if she were, she'd take the challenge. that's the type of person she was. so now, as she traveled through the halls with the click of her boots on the floor, delany was content. well, as content as a brat could be. she'd gotten away with things today, and she'd sent her warning out. it was a good thing the weekend was coming up, so she could prepare her newest material.
delany spun into the bathroom, a small hole in the wall leading into two separate rooms, one for males and one for females. the way it should be. dropping her white leather bag, the one she'd used for a backpack instead of the tacky walmart brand, she released her piled high locks, which swirled down into a wave around her face. she combed through it with her fingers a few times, adjusted her light gray belt that wrapped around a gray tube top, and backed up to examine herself further. after repositioning her straight legs, she exited the bathroom with a comment on the schools funding, and how the mirrors were a ridiculous size in need of a serious upgrade, before throwing herself back into the sea of students with a sigh of disgust.
it had happened in seconds, but it had managed to knock the wind out of her, and gather a new amount of bottled rage when a careless person had dared to run into her. common sense would say it was an accident, but delany lacked any common sense whatsoever, so she took everything personally. her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a sneer, ready to scream with all of her power, but when she flipped her hair out of her view, it had surprised her to see who was standing before her. she half expected him to run away as soon as she'd laid eyes on him. caden stevens. oh joy. the last person she'd care to run into, even on a day as successful as this one had been.
out of courtesy, in her mind it was courtesy, at least, lane said nothing. she'd wait for him to speak first, before she whipped any comments at him. it all depended on what he said that would create her response. if it was an apology, she'd probably butt him aside, throw a threat, and stomp away, but if he dared to start something, she wasn't afraid to fight him. so she waited, standing there, arms folded across her chest, almost becoming anxious in his silent. she wouldn't start the shindig. ready to punch him already, delany was surprised when caden spoke, for he had been silent for such a long time, she was beginning to doubt that he would. her eyes narrowed into slits, and she ceased the drumming of her fingers against her crossed arms, her hands balling into fists at her sides. it was a good thing he wasn't facing her.
anger shot through her body, and she couldn't help but to snap an answer. "really now. i thought you knew me enough to understand that i just don't have enough time for you and your stupid games." it wasn't the strongest thing she could have said, but her covering remark was cut short when a pile of papers had been spilt all over the ground. her first reaction; a scoff. when her eyes focused on familiar handwriting, she'd hardly had time to react when the paper was snatched out of her viewing. it was too late. she'd already known perfectly well what the paper had been, and it surprised her that caden had kept it, especially with the dreadful message it bore.
lane's breath caught in her throat. it hurt to remember that they had once been close friends, people in a trust circle. now he was nothing but the blank face of the enemy. the gang always came first. that was the rule, the code in which she followed. even if there was the choice of forgiveness, of being reunited, hating each other was becoming less of a chore and more of an instinct. on another occasion, she might have mentioned it, but for now she knew better. she hadn't seen him in so long, even though he was right there, within the square feet of the school every day. close enough to seek out. but she'd been blind for far to long. it was a better decision to just keep her mouth shut. changing the subject wasn't called for, but delany did for her sake rather then his own. too much pain might follow the reminiscing of memories. "you always were a klutz." at that moment, she couldn't help it. the memories came flooding back.
