Post by juliette andrée whitney on Oct 12, 2008 18:12:22 GMT -5
oh my, juliette!
what's your name and age, babe?
juliette andrée whitney. yup, that's my name, and i actually like it. amazing, isn't it, that for once a kid actually likes their name? but anyways, my parents got the name off the play romeo and juliet, of course, but here in france the name 'juliet' is actually 'juliette.' the meaning of my name is actually nothing special, as the meaning is soft-haired. i dunno, i guess my hair is soft? you'll have to figure that one out for yourself. as for my middle name, andrée, it is andrea in english and the name of my great-grandmother. andrea means courageous, but as for that i'm sure i'm not. my last name, whitney, is of course something my parents could not have picked, but it means 'white island' in english. as for my age, i'm currently nineteen years old. fun, right?
i like mysterious people. you got any secrets?
when i was six and a half/seven years old my parents died in a car crash. they were heading on my way to a ballet recital as i had loved doing that kind of stuff when i was little when a drunk driver was speeding down the highway and crashed into their car. it rolled over twice, three times into a line of oncoming traffic where another car hit them by accident. from what i remember and have learned, it took the jaws of life to get them out of the car. from then on i was an orphan and i'm still slightly scared to drive far distances or get into a car. i have a mini panic attack almost. what's even more freaky is how i could have been in that car if my friend's mom hadn't taken me earlier, but this is only half of the secret.
since i was seven years old my uncle became my main gaurdian. why they chose that uncle out of the many ones i have, i don't know, but possibly because he was the closest person around the city of paris where we once lived and i was uprooted to lyon. my uncle didn't have any children nor a wife, so i was basically the only person to live with him in a long time. he had a temper, which was possibly the reason for why he didn't have a wife, and i only found this out a couple of months after living with him. he had a short fuse and if i did anything to make him angry his fists would fly and i'd have pretty little bruises the next day. then he started to get into the alcohol and the verbal and physical abuse would start to come. he'd blame me for my parents' death, tell me what a little slut i was when i grew older and got into middle and high school... once or twice, if he was drunk enough, he'd even molest or try to rape me. not that i'd say anything to anyone whatsoever, though. in fact, if you asked anyone they'd tell you i'm quite the happy-go-lucky child. i'm sure you don't believe i can be happy after nearly twelve years of abuse, but i have to just ignore it. after all, he's sheltered me and stuff.... and he can be rather loving when he's not drunk or angry. if i can survive about another year or so i can find my own place and be rid of his abuse... hopefully forever.
you think you look
i've never thought i was pretty, mostly because my uncle has kept the verbal abuse coming since i was in middle schoolf or me to think otherwise. sure, people at school and the few boyfriends i've had think so and compliment me from time to time, but i hardly ever believe them. i put on a fake air of confidence at times, but i'm sure that everyobdy sees right through it. but i guess i'll have to tell you how i look, huh? well, i'm tiny, that's one thing that's for certain, both height and weight wise. i have an ass and some boobs, thank god, so i don't completely resemble a boy, and a proportionate face. i have brown eyes and long, soft brown hair that i haven't cut in a while. usually it's rather messy and wavy, but every once in a while i do something with it. it's never been dyed, and my body is filled with bruises. other than the two tattoos and the belly button piercing i have, i'm pretty boring looking, and you don't have to deny it. i know it's true.
got any distinguishing features?
my ears and belly button are the only things i've pierced and i've also got a bow on my hip and a little cupcake thing on my wrist, not that my uncle knows about either... he'd probably get really made if he were drunk or already in a bad mood. as for distinguishing features, i guess you could count the many bruises that i have that i sometimes say i 'fell down the stairs' to get, but usually i cover that all up with some make-up... i have enough cover-up for a lifetime.
who do people say you look like?
that girl molly steele or wahtever. she's obviously american, as i've never heard of her before, but i take it they're complimenting me when they tell me that? i looked her up and she is quite pretty, i guess, but she doesn't have all those bruises that i have on my body... not that anybody knows that. the wonders of make-up, no?
what words describe you? maybe because opposites attract, y'know.
i'm loud and carefree, so yes i'll go out and party with you. having a good time has always been something that i enjoy, and when you're partying you're living in the moment and forgetting whatever has and is going to happen to you. it's my kind of scene, to say the least. i've also been told that i'm way too caring for my own good, and i guess that's true. i mean, i can never say no to anybody or disappoint them in anyway. i'm there as a shoulder to cry on and always push away my feelings for those who are crying or need it more than me. i'll listen to you and try to help you as best as i can, this is all probably why i wanted to be a doctor in the first place. i'm a great pretender, although nobody knows it. i'm great at hiding my emotions and not telling anybody how much my life actually fucking sucks because i'm not one to whine. if i get a little beat up that doesn't matter, i don't want anybody to think i'm whining or anything. i hate confrontation and drama, anyways. i have a great imagination and i've been told i'm pretty crazy, i don't know if that's true or not. i'm very opinionated about issues that i care about and if you don't like it you can go suck a nut. i'm stubborn-minded and want things to go my way, i don't like being told what to do which leads to me being independent. i have a big mouth and if you don't like it i'm sorry. i'm a bit of a daredevil, really, and i enjoy the rush of doing crazy things like sky diving and such. i'm mysterious, but that's an obvious one as i never really tell anybody anything about my life or ever let them come over.
habits can be kind of funny, don't you think?
hmm.. how am i quirky? well, i constantly peel the labels off of soda and water bottles along with chapstick, i constantly chew on my lips when i'm bored as well. i always have to brush my teeth after each meal or else i feel gross, along with showering every day... it's an ocd hygiene thing. i always play with my hair and put it in little braids when i'm bored and i'm constantly doodling, whether it be on myself or a piece of paper.
what're some of your likes and dislikes?
oh dear, likes and dislikes? hm... let's see... i like intelligence. idiocy just... bugs me, especially if you're doing it on purpose. if you're smart, show it, nobody wants some fake retarded person bugging them all the time. i like poetry and other works of literature, i absolutely adore music. the words and the melodies... and how it ties in with my dancing. of course, i love dancing, although nobody knows that side of me, nor will they ever know about it. i like the beauty of nature, feeling loved, writing random things on 'hello my name is...' tags, morning coffee, late nights, and starry skies. i like listening, knowing, being, living. i like to be crazy and loud and live life. i like to forget everything in the past and everything bad that happens to me. i like artistic things, living in the moment, watching the clouds go by, the smell of paint, the beauty of a photograph, tie dye, afternoon naps, new york city, bright lights, public displays of affection, and thriller movies. i like the smell of freshly cut grass and being able to trust people. i like fairness and not judging somebody.
on the other hand, i hate rejection, getting tongue-tied and feeling awkward. i hate not being able to trust somebody and not feeling loved. i hate remembering the past and feeling things. i hate drama and people asking me if i'm okay when it's so damn obvious that my whole life is one big lie and i wish it could all go away. i hate when people think i'm some dumb bitch that wants to model like all those other 'scene' kids out in the world - i don't. i want to make a difference and i damn well will punch you if you challenge me like that. i dislike fakes, judgers, trashy people and being let down. i've been let down by the one man that was supposed to love me, supposed to me my parent... i don't want it to happen again. i hate the feeling of being alone, of dying without anyone there by me. i hate not believing in love because sometimes i wish somebody out there would love me. i hate animal fur.
you've got some weaknesses? you shouldn't tell me, i'll use it against you. you've got strengths, too?
my strengths definitely lie in academics. i've always been intelligent, not to say that you or anyone else isn't either, i've just... always focused on my studies? no, i wasn't some big nerd in school or anything, i was actually quite popular, but i always had top priority with my work which is why i got a scholarship to my college and to become a doctor. i've also been told i'm a great debator because i'm so insightful and i'm rather handy with a camera. oh! and of course there's my dancing, but not a lot of people have seen me dance... i gave it up for a while, but i secretly dance for myself now. my dream to become a dancer is put on the side, though, as i feel it should be because of my parents.
weaknesses? well, i can get rather tongue-tied and nervous around people i like, which is always a downside. i have quite the shy side around people at times... mostly when i like them, again. usually i'm too much of a loudmouth for my own good and i hide my emotions more than i should. eventually after hiding my emotions for so long i kind of just... implode. i suck at trusting people and i've never once believed in the word love for some odd reason. i joke about my own feelings so that nobody actually knows i'm hurting on the inside and i can never say no or leave somebody that 'loves' me. i also don't have a very good opinion about myself, curtosey of my uncle.
what are the main points of your lifetime?
it started off with celine and gerard whitney getting married and having me not far into their twenties, about twenty-five or something... i don't know. anyways, i was fairly well off for a child, we didn't live in a mansion or aynthing but we were rich to a standard. i was spoiled to death by my parents as i was their first and only child, so they couldn't be happier about it. early on as a child they put me in various dance classes and i fell in love with the art, going from tap to ballet and freestyle dancing. my parents were so proud, telling me that one day i'd be a famous dancer and i'd be paying for their retirement. i giggled and laughed, thinking that would all be true. of course, they really didn't get to retire at all... one fateful day near the time i was turning seven my parents died in a car crash going to my ballet recital. i was given to my nearest uncle in lyon and my old life was put behind me. i didn't dance for anyone anymore, nearly gave it up but for some reason my parents' 'spirits' made me not. no, i'm not crazy, it just felt like they didn't want me to all the way quit. so now i dance for just myself, in my bedroom or whenever i get the chance. as for living with my uncle, i guess it's alright. i've never told anyody but he's been abusing me since i was seven years old, now i'm nineteen and ready to get the hell away from him, not that i'd tell him or anybody else. he was nice to me (sort of), sheltered me, there's no way i could be that ungrateful. but soon, soon i'll be leaving and on my way to becoming a doctor.
the worst point of your life must have sucked, yeah?
probably the worst moment in my life would have to be after my ballet recital that one day. my ballet instructor took me aside from all of my friends who were celebrating with their parents congratulating them.... i was confused, of course, wondering where my parents were when my teacher told me what had happened. of course, she didn't tell me all the details specifically. no, i found that out much later with the help of my uncle, but she did tell me that my parents were gone from this world in some special way i don't even remember. i probably cried all day and my friend's mom let me stay over at her house until the whole custody thing took over and i moved away from my old life to my new one, all at the tender age of seven. you could say i had to grow up pretty damn fast, and i guess you'd be right.
but i guess the best time made up for it? it always does.
my best memory? uhm... well, damn, that's a hard one... and i don't know if it exactly cancels out my worst memory, but i guess that would sound a bit too emo, wouldn't it? i'd have to say that finally graduating high school and getting accepted into college was one of the happiest moments of my life. i felt really accomplished and excited for the future... glad that i could finally start helping people. how would i be helping people, you ask? well, i've decided that i want to become a pediatrician. i just love little kids and being a doctor has always interested me. sure, it's a lot of work, but i'm sure i can do it.
hi, i'm
i've become
what a mother wouldn't want in a son
and i have done a few things i regret
but practice makes perfect
practice makes perfect sense to me
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ever since he was a little boy kyler's favorite season had been winter. living on the east coast he'd almost always seen snow every winter and loved the white frozen rain much more than the hot blistering sun of summer. in fact, his first memory, or one of the first, was him running around out in the snow with his mother and father. he remembered his father and mother starting a mini snowball fight in their front yard and then his mother and him making a snowman along with little snow angels. at the end of the day they would all come back inside and his father would read him a story and they would drink hot chocolate. it was all cliche in a way but kyler couldn't help but cling to the memory. he wouldn't tell anybody that, of course, he was supposed to hate his father, and he did most of the time.. but when those memories came out the little boy in kyler came out as well and he missed his father, the father that loved his mother and read his first born son stories.
this was the first thought that popped into his head as he woke up, groggy and rubbing his eyes, and looked out of his bedroom window. the snow wasn't coming down hard or anything, but you could just see the fluffy-like flakes falling down onto a busy new york street, some of it sticking while others just melted instantly. a soft grin formed on his features when he saw this before he heard his roommates start bitching again and he frowned, remembering the reason he had woken up in the first place. although it had been nice moving out of his mom's apartment and away from the crying and depression the house carried but the privacy he had back in the old apartment had been great. here, his roommates were loud and obnoxious and had no respect for a person who was sleeping in the room next to him. don't get him wrong, his roommates were some of his best friends and bandmates but... they could honestly learn a lesson in how to be curteous to others.
a sigh escaped his lips and rubbed his eyes again. "guess it's time to wake up," he grumbled to himself, standing up and allowing the blankets and sheets to fall off his body and half onto the bed, half onto the floor and reveal his pale bare chest and plaid boxers (yes, he was so stylish). kyler didn't bother to adjust it or even try to make up the bed, his room was always in varying degrees of disaster zone. clothes piled everywhere, posters put up all over the place along with random pictures, a british flag thrown over the other window in his room as a makeshift curtain. shaking his black hair out of his face he looked around the room before he grabbed some clothes and started for the hallway. opening the door, he was greated with his roomates' noise at a louder level and he grouned. what the hell were they doing? not bothering to go and check, he turned around and headed for the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. next he turned on the water of the shower and stripped out of his boxers before sliding into the warm spray of the water.
after his shower he decided it was time that he got dressed because, well, going around naked in the middle of winter had never really been socially acceptable, even in new york where everyone was crazy. his attire was nothing special, though, a pair of tight black skinny jeans with a white avenged sevenfold t-shirt, some black slip on vans that he'd doodled on with a silver metallic sharpie and a black jacket to keep him warm on the way to... wherever his destination was. next he blow-dryed and flat-ironed his hair along with make-up around his pretty blue eyes and he was finally ready to go out. "the question is where," he muttered to his reflection at the thought, frowning at it before he turned around to pick up all his dirty laundry and dump it in the hamper. he'd clean his clothes later because god knows it wouldn't get done otherwise. he was surprised that the other guys even had anything to wear with the amount of dirty laundry everywhere, but it's not like he was going to wash their clothes, they only wished he would.
still not knowing where he was going, he just decided that he'd walk around new york city until he thought of something or somebody called him with something to do. he had enough friends, he was sure to have one of them call him eventually, right? right. but, of course, since he was going to be walking around he remembered that he should bring his ipod and once he got on the streets outside of his apartment, he pushed in his earpieces and turned on the ipod at a loud volume. nothing like going deaf early on in your adult years, right? that was definitely what he planned on doing.... well, not planned, more like he knew it was going to happen because he liked loud things.
it had been at least half an hour of walking when he finally happened upon central park and he grinned. the snow was falling down a bit thicker now and sticking even more, but he really didn't mind the fact that his hair was getting covered in white stuff like he had dandruff. why? well, just as he was walking by the park he saw something pink. and not just any old shade of pink, either, it was a very bright shade of pink sticking out like a sore thumb through the dull colors of the park and the white color of the snow. he knew only one girl who would sit underneath a bunch of trees on a park bench in the park on a snowy day, especially with that color of hair. "madisyn," he said to himself, still smiling. stopping in his tracks, he changed directions so that he was walking towards the girl. fuck having his friends call him now, he had found one of his best friends and he was sure that she had somthing he could do or at least she could entertain him.
once under cover of the two trees she was sitting under, he shook the snow out of his hair and slid down into a seat next to her. "hey syn baby, what's cookin'?" he questioned, wiggling his eyebrows as a joke as he looked over at her. looking down at what she was doing he grinned and chuckled to himself. of course madisyn would be sitting out here in the snow coloring in a spongebob coloring book, he should have known. "how many times have i told you that you need to get a batman one? at least ten, right?"
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