Post by ispyaverill on Jan 6, 2012 17:44:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE AVERILL EVELYN HAYES EDITION  17 , TWELFTH, EX-POPULAR , BEHATI PRINSLOO "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." "i am sort of wondering how you can get pat from the name averill. are you recovering from a long night or something? there isn't even a single p in my name, but alright. like i said, my name is averill. it's like the french name for april, avril, but a little jacked up with the spelling. i actually think it is a boy name but it has come to fit me perfectly. evelyn is my middle name, taken from my grandma because it is some family tradition. my girl will get the name evelyn too, so it really never die. not that you actually care, but it's an averill fun fact. my last name is hayes, which is one that your probably recognize. denver hayes, you might know that name, the cinderella story rock legend is my father. that's another story. but back to me, which sounds conceited. avery is the most common nickname i get. it's not exactly right but it's what i get called. that's all that's really it for my namesake and everything." "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" "it's interesting, i was actually born in brazil. i couldn't tell you where, my mom says that my dad lost my birth certificate. she tells me to never contact him, which is a warning that i have heeded all this time. but yeah, somewhere in brazil is where i came into this world. my mom was on tour with my dad. how safe and sanitary does that sound? taking your pregnant girlfriend around the world with you and shoving her into a grimy tour bus. i didn't stay there, obviously. after i was born and my dad waltzed out my mom decided that she needed to go back and get support from her parents. mind you, she was only twenty, so she was rather helpless. portland is her hometown, so that's where we settled down. i've been in this town since then, so that pretty much explains it all." "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" "i guess the first thing you could say is that i am fairy transparent. not in the sense that i am so pale you can see right through me. it's more or less that i lay everything that i have to offer on the table. there are no secrets with me. i have no sudden swings in my personality that come back to bite someone in the ass. i'm direct in the way that i present myself, keeping nothing withheld. from the first meeting you'll see that i am expressive, perky, blunt, and easily riled. i can't hide myself, not that i would ever want to. it just seems unfair to showcase my personality one way and then throw people for a loop when another side suddenly emerges. just throw it all forward and let people take you how they wish. it's just how i've always done things. in four words i gave who my whole personality. must i continue to elaborate? okay. fine. oh, look. you can see that my blunt side is showing. dancing around things has never been acceptable to me. whether it's trying to reject someone, reach a goal, or really anything. i never mean to offend but sometimes things need to be said to fully reach a goal. i don't feel remorse at injuring someone's feelings if it means that i benefit from it. heartless? no. i like to call it ambition. but that's not the point. see, i just want to get the point. i'll throw in some force if it means winning a game, which is a point i want to reach. or i will approach someone and flat out tell them that they have no chance at a date. the word blunt can apply to all aspects of your life, in case you didn't know. i tend to be really expressive. i use outrageous words to display how i am feeling or stick a million smiley faces into a text message. hand gestures are one of my favorites too. if i get really worked up then my hands will go flying all around and it turns into a pretty hilarious time. i don't say things that lack feeling. emotions are what drive me, so they seep into everything that i do. when i write papers i often get carried away because i throw myself into the topic. the same goes for sports and serious conversations. it's not hard to see my cry if something really tugs at my emotions. not movies, but usually it is people. sometimes my emotions will clog my head and all logic fades away. so, you only live one life and there is only so much that you can cram into such a short time. that makes it reasonable to believe that you should be perky. not the smiles all the time and bounces around because life is just so great! type of upbeat either. it's the sort of perky where you should just be thankful you are living life. be happy to have your friends in your life and that you are better off than people elsewhere. i don't sweat the big things because i know that things will turn out alright. i'm not an optimist, just more or less appreciative that i have had things made easy for me without ever really having to try. i guess how nonchalant i am about life can get annoying to others. like i really know. then comes the fact that it i can easy become worked up. i just like to think that naturally i am set against all people. a lot of things come to irritate me. it's just how i am. usually i am good with just ignoring things that i want to. being blissfully ignorant by choice is really a beautiful thing. i'm sociable and all that but it only takes a few stabs to completely watch me explode. i've made a few scenes in school, with all of the yelling and violence somehow threaded into the incidents. i find myself in a lot of arguments and will never refuse to step down. this makes it too easy for others to try and instigate me if they really want. they just have to watch out because i don't sit around and take things." "I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?" "i used to be busy. back when i actually had status. now i find myself swimming around in all the free time i have. by the way, knitting is actually calming when you find that you are all jittery. i have plenty of scarves and hats from those kind of moments. seriously though, i have a lot of hobbies that i have picked up over time. kite flying is one that has stuck with me. i know it is childish but i really just love imagining that i am the kite. fencing is another one, along with night walking. i just really enjoy anything that is a little out of the ordinary. i'm too restless to really stick with anything too long. but on the other side of the spectrum i am up to try anything that could potentially bring me joy. now i just like to take my car and cruise around. i've started to go into random stores and just buy tiny trinkets. the collection is starting to grow on my shelf. lord, i need more things to do with my time." "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" "this is all rather personal, don't you think? but you asked and i am here to answer. my biggest secret is probably one that you will think comes off a really shallow, but it still haunts me to this very day. peer pressure is a horrendous thing. i'm sure you have suffered through it. well, while in middle school i was just a little larger than most girls. not ugly, just big boned. i was harassed about my size until they actually made me cry. until sophomore year i battled with anorexia because i thought i had to please everyone. i'm now a size six and more than proud of my size. i guess fears sort of carry along with the personal thing, right? well, my fear is something common. i'm just scared that i will never find something in life that truly makes me happy. it's all i want in life, to be content and satisfied with the way that i have lived my life. it will all be worthless if i can never reach such a state." "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO." "i can't say that anyone has ever actually asked me about what i prefer. it's always been assumed that i am straight, which isn't fully right. i'm out to enjoy life in any way possible and that philosophy also applies to how i love. it doesn't matter what from said lover might come in. i have no limitations to who i will embrace and give affection to. you could call me pansexual, i think. along with that, i also have no types. being swift on your feet and quick with your thoughts however does get you off to better a start when approaching me. besides that, i couldn't care less about how you are presented. i just want to love, that is the beginning and end of it all." "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?" "can you see a pattern forming? well, if you don't then i think you are slow. i don't have any said taste in music, i give everything a chance and will even listen to a song i didn't particularly like again. but if i had to brand myself with some favorite artists then i would have to list coldplay, lady gaga, lights, papa roach, and boys like girls. i'm diverse, it just makes listening more of an experience. the most listened songs? okay, give me a second to thing. born this way by lady gaga, such a cliche but i could play that song like it is my anthem. second comes two is better than one by boys like girls, then cough syrup by young the giant, owl city sneaks in there with rainbow veins, and then lastly frame and focus by lights. most of the songs are rather carefree...which sort of goes even further to explain my personality." "LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?" "i've always felt like big dreams have never really registered to me. dreams are sort of set for a reason, they are things you want but will never truly reach. so with that way of thinking i have found that i really don't want to dream. i would rather aspire. because with ambition your aspirations can become things that are actually true. but, i really don't have many aspirations. i'm not practical. i don't want to go to college or become a movie star. all i really want is to find myself content. maybe i will go over and live in africa for a while or travel around the world to see where i like best. it's not anything set in stone. i want to try everything i can, that is truly the only aspiration that i can really give you." "IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?" "you know the story of my dad. he walked out because his career was more important than the girlfriend he apparently loved and the child he had helped create. he always came through on the child support but that is not the same as having an actual dad. i don't know him, so i can't miss him. but i wonder what it is like to have a father around. my mom, kenya, is the most wonderful lady. she is full of light and i feel like she was a direct gift from the angels. she never gets worked up and her skills with the arts is astounding. she has the skills to go big time but she claims that she does not want her head to inflate. you could call her a hippie and she would only smile at you. we spend plenty of time together and since i have been deserted i could call her my best friend. she has solely raised me and dedicated too much time to making me feel loved. i owe her everything. then there is my sphinx cat, prince. oddly enough, he was a gift from my dad a few years back. i love the cat more than i love my father." "OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?" "i've grown up privileged. my mom had her own money to back her name and with the added income from my dad i could of practically had anything that i wanted. it worked that way too.l but i never asked for anything outrageous. it was more or less the things that others had, so i could fit in. i was loud, sassy, and eager as a little one, so from day one i fit in. i never thought about the social ladder, only knew that i was somehow more uplifted than maybe the nerds or the wall flowers. i was never rude but i didn't really ever acknowledge their existence. i was far too busy romping around with my numerous barbies or tumbling into a rough game of football. i was an all over child, trying anything and everything to get a little taste of it all. i went to a private school and the uniform about killed me. sometimes i would talk back or have it out with a fellow friend who said maybe pegged me with a tennis ball. it was all frivolous but i still represent my self as that little school girl. my mom and i went on lavish trips over the summer and i had all the right friends. from day one i had it far too easy. but as easily as you are welcomed it seems that you can be kicked out. it was all rather tragic, because the loss of a life was involved. i had a friend, her name was cassidy. she was my latest fascination. another 'prep' who was completely wild. she had the ability to bat her eyelashes and will anyone into doing what she wanted. she seemed to have a soft spot for me and i became the one she toted around. partying was one of our favored habits. it was only usually light drinking and she would fall victim to weed sometimes. we experimented, i will admit that now. i had some sort of affection for her. one night things got hazy, i think there was something in the drinks. i lost my tabs on her and by the end of the night i found her, she was naked and her body was cold. the guy i had seen her with abandoned her, so i called the cops and was taken into be questioned. i was let go soon after but my reputation was ruined. somehow i was blamed for cassidy's death and lost all of my status. now i don't even exist on the social ladder." ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE January was going to be a better month for Whitley and Brawley, she would see that perks would only come out of the thirty days of the month. Already three weeks worth of work were lined up for her to take the chance and exceed the basic work schedule of forty hours a week. Forty was such a small number when Whitley looked at it in a bigger picture and on a larger scale. Turn that forty into dollars and it would only be sufficient for a tiny amount of food for her growing man, whose appetite seemed to be doubling with each day. Her effort to try and care for her son amounted to a huge mound of care, stress, and pure adoration. All of the hours she spent fretting over where his future would lead could be seen as outrageous to other people who were her general age. Whitley could never live a life like any of other twenty-two year olds that littered the town. Did that ever once matter to her? Hell to the no. Her life was perfect the way it was, with her little tyke and the way she was scrambling frantically to have some semblance of a structured life. A beautiful crazy life was all that Whitley wanted and it was exactly what she had. Nothing else could have ever made her so content, not a house picketed with a pretty white fence and a furry friend patrolling the yard while her husband looked at her fondly as she cooked. Ironically enough, chaos was the one component that gave her a sense of peace. The coffee shop was the place where she could completely unwind, shed off the woes of the weak and melt into a state of total relaxation. She was allowed to remain tucked back in her corner with the dim lighting, under one condition. There had to be some sort of reason why she was floating around the shop, which usually meant she had to have an order sitting before her while she slowly bit away at her scone or sipped at her coffee with complete hesitance to finish the cup. Brawley usually was crawling around her mind, tying up what tiny space she would have to free her thoughts. In the safety of Linette's stern watch she did not have to worry about the well being of her child, well actually, her nephew. All of it was so backwards, because he was legally called her son and the name of his mother on his birth certificate was Whitley E. Dent. Their feigned relative status was solely to make it so that Whitley's reputation in the town would not be damaged with the marks of a teenage pregnancy. Her whole life would not be spent at the country club. At one point she didn't believe that she would ever have goals, that had been a time when her thinking was out of whack. Twenty two years old now she finally had her own dreams, to better herself in ways she would have never thought at the tender age of sixteen. I've come a long way from that lost girl sitting in the diner, Whitley mused, reminiscent smile stuck her face while she blew at the steam tendrils curling off of her coffee. No one ever ventured back into the area of the shop that Whitley had silently deemed as her comfort zone. Nothing more than a few scant seats rested about, with an overused candle placed smack dab in the center of tables lazily rung around the alcove of the shop. From here the stage wasn't in sight and the trek to the front counter could be called bothersome. She had become comfortable on her own, lounging more carelessly than she would have if anyone else had been in her company. It was the very reason why habitually her boot clad foot had folded out from under her, spilling over into the area that could be deemed as the walkway. Some stranger had completely surprised her, foot smashing into her's with his coffee narrowly flying by her by some amount of inches. He grumbled out an apology, reaching behind him for some napkins. Quickly Whitley jumped up, alarmed by his distressed state and sorry that she had somehow caused him some trouble. "Keep your apologies, I'm the one with the wild foot," she lamely quipped, grabbing some more napkins from the dispenser and carelessly dropping down onto her knees. Filth was the least of her worries. She gently urged him out of the way, spreading out the wads of napkins to absorb the spilled liquid quickly. "I can pay for a dry cleaner's bill to fix that stain on your pants," she offered, looking back at him, studying the legs of his pant more closely. "Which must be pretty expensive, if they are from the same brand of your shoes," Whitley observed, immediately picking up the fancy brand from the emblem on his shoes. He was a high class man, so what was he doing in a low class coffee shop? LACE, SIXTH YEAR, EXTREME LURKING, STAFF EDIT |
