Post by kendall annika heaton on Oct 5, 2008 10:43:42 GMT -5
oh my, kendall!
what's your name and age, babe?
my name? how many people have asked me this in the past? just about a billion. so how about i just tell you it now so you don't bother me in the future? my name is Kendall Annika Heaton. my parents named me that after my great grandmother. nicknames are another thing. i've been called a ton of things, most i can't remember. the most common ones are annika, [my middle name] or doll. i've also been called quite a few pet names by random people. like honey, babe, sexy, cutie all of those things. i have two different sides to be, neat huh? i kinda like my name, don't you? no I am not French, but yet I have lived here my whole life. weird huh? i've been living here my whole life right? so that makes me...what, seventeen years old? yeah that's just about it.
i like mysterious people. you got any secrets?
ha, secrets? i have a ton of those. but one of the big ones, and I'm talking huge, like nobody knows except me and maybe the people who have known me my whole life. you want to know? well too bad, i'd probably not tell you, but hell, i feel like talking. there's this guy, he's pretty sweet, and he thinks i'm this innocent little girl. i look the part don't i? well i'm not. i can get really wild and i'm sure you know what i mean by that too. so don't play stupid. i really don't know why i act innocent, maybe because he thinks it's cute? yeah i'm just going to go with that answer for right now. the boy thinks i'm just adorable. he thinks i'm a virgin and I've never kissed a boy. though when he's not around and i'm with boys, you can only imagine what it's like for me, heaven. guys are love for me, they are amazing and i can't help but to find a lot of them attractive and give them a good time. really, how could you see me as a wild girl? i have the looks of an angel.
other little secrets? oh yeah, i have those. everyone does. these are some more common ones that my family and friends could easily guess about me, i'm an alcoholic for once. when i get my hands on a bottle of whisky or beer, i can't stop.that's what leads me to sleep with these guys the most. i have a tattoo on my waist. only the guys that have been in my pants have seen it and i know your just dying to see it too. i got it when i was fifteen, yes it was illegal, and no none of family knows. it was all because i had slept with this one tattoo artist he had given it to me. yeah he was fired a little later on when he was caught giving another minor a tattoo. i was never discovered. lucky me eh? i cannot speak in english very well either. that's why i always make up the excuse that i feel sick and don't want to practice my english. what a good girl I am huh? of course these aren't the only ones that i have, i know you want to know more, but other ones, aren't all that important.
you think you look
hair dye was something that never really appealed to me. sure i experimented when i was thirteen and fourteen, and i have had my hair every color in the rainbow. mixed too. i've had black and pink, black and blue, blue and green, pink and white. so many colors that i can't even remember every single colors that i've had. that lasted for a few years before i got tired of it and i decided to let my hair go back to it's original color. not bleach blond, just a color that was almost white. you could call me albino, but that was the only trait that i have of albinism. my eyes are a really bright blue and i love it. for some reason, it's hard to be depressed. yes i've tried it before. only because of my brother. we'll get to that story later. any ways, whenever i had looked in a mirror, i would always laugh and i don't even know why. just because i thought of my bright eyes and how stupid i was to try and be depressed and emo as we called it.
i stand at a short height of five foot one and a half. short enough? i measure myself every single day just to see if i have grown or not. i never do. but i do wish to soon enough, i hate being so short. all my friends are taller and i feel kind of left out when they are talking and telling secrets and they have to bend down just to tell me. my height may be adorable and like a little kid, but trust me babe's, i'm a bitch. everyone knows it. my skin is pale, it always is. another one of those albino traits that i just absolutely love. not. i'm never tan, i can never get tan and i know i wont be able to, no matter how long i have been in a tanning bed. of course that causes skin cancer, so i'll be staying away from any kind of tanning beds and the sun for now. a little on the cautious side are we kendall? my style pretty much stays the same, i keep it normal, except i just have this weird obsession with wearing my brothers old clothes.
got any distinguishing features?
piercings are just too overrated for me. i mean come on, if i had a ton of piercings and tattoos everywhere, i wouldn't look as innocent as i do now. but i do have my ears pierced, just because who doesn't have theirs pierced now a days? i had my nose pierced a while back, but i took the earring out and haven't worn it since i was about fourteen. so about three years i guess i have only been wearing a pair of earrings. don't worry, i also have another one, on the top of my ear. oh and yes it did hurt like hell when i had gotten it pierced, i mean come on, why wouldn't it? maybe when people realize i'm not so innocent, i'll get a few more piercings here and there.
tattoos are another thing. i have one, and it's on my waist. you can only see it when i'm wearing little or no clothing. a few guys have seen it and my family has no idea i have it. i got it for sleeping with an old perverted guy. i had to admit he was kind of hot though with all the tattoos. though the beard was just a turn off. either way, i let him have sex with me and gave him a good time. i could still probably go to any tattoo artist and get another tattoo even though im seventeen. i have my ways of getting what i want. of course the tattoos would be hidden from everyone. lets just say, i'm totally into ink.
who do people say you look like?
i freaking hate zoe kimball. i mean come on, i don't really look like her do i? she's not very pretty at all and i actually have self confidence and know that i am very hot. guys tell me it all the time too. that's why i'm not afraid to say that i'm hot in front of someone and be able to walk around in whatever i feel like. though of course, everyone still thinks i look like zoe. whoever does say i look like her, better not say it to me or let me here they said it or i will hurt them. yes you too. even my closest family and friends know that i will kick your ass if you tell me i look like her. one more time and i'll go ballistic.
what words describe you? maybe because opposites attract, y'know.
haha, i am very violent. as you can tell. i get mad easily, but yet it's not severe enough to be bipolar disorder. i just say i have some anger management problems. which is probably true. everyone knows i'm violent, yet it's not like i run around the neighborhood telling everyone i have anger management problems. i get into fights, and yes i have had a few scars from the past. but that was the past, something that we cant go back to and something that i dont really think i want to go back to. i'll still get into little fights here and there, mostly because i just love to be the center of attention and like to act all tough when i'm really not as i seem. i seem small and scared, but i am pretty strong for my size, and i know how to spit harsh words out without feeling bad about it afterwords. they obviously deserved it.
you mean i look innocent? ha that's kind of funny in a way. i mean my family thinks i'm innocent, and people who barely know me say i look innocent. oh and this one guy just thinks i'm so innocent and finds it so cute. that's probably why i haven't actually went and tried anything with him. because he thinks that i'm adorable. i just love the attention, i can get away with almost anything in my family now because of my angelic looks. my brother ethan tries to blame things on me, but he knows better then to try and get me in trouble. because he does know how hard i can fight and i'm not afraid of my eldest, and now only, brother. anyways, i'm not all that innocent. just when i want to act all innocent and pretend that i'm being a good little girl that i was made to be. funny right? that i'm always so innocent. oh this is just one side of me babes, you haven't even gotten to my other side yet. im not even sure if you want to see this side of me
yeah i can be a bitch. who isn't at times? i'm always a bitch though when i want to be. i'm not afraid to stand up for myself or my friends. no we don't want your crack and no we don't want to go and run off to the states with you. guys can be such idiots sometimes, it makes her go physco bitch on her. yes i said it, physco bitch. that's what i am and i'm not afraid to tell anyone that asks. but beware, if you do ask, your just asking for it. a bunch of people who first know me just think i'm always pms'ing and it actually gets really annoying when someone asks if i want to go calm down and get some sleep. that's one of the biggest things that piss me off. which actually happens. there are times when i get really close to some friends and they know about the brighter side of me, the nice one and the one who isn't afraid to cry in front of them. those are the ones i can trust. the ones who have put up with my bitchiness. if you can do that, then your pretty damn cool and i'll most likely love you.
call me a slut. i dont really give a fuck. because i do know i am a slut. and guess what? i don't really care what you think. i've slept with at least ten fifteen different guys. sometimes the same guy more then once, i'm just that loving and will actually let a guy come back for more. i'm no afraid to say i'm hot and that guys love me. may sound stupid and cocky, but guess what? like i said before, don't fuck around with me and call me a bitch if your expecting me to be all nice and say 'aww thanks. i love you too'. i may say something like 'oh i love you too' but trust me babes, i'm not ready to settle down. not for a long time. i'm not going to go and get all lovey dovey with a boy and then settle down. i'm not ready for that. i dont think i ever will be. for right now, i'm perfectly fine with sleeping around. never do i want to settle down. remember peter pan? yeah, i want to be just like him. stay a kid forever and just have fun. though it's impossible. anyways, i am a slut. no doubt about it. dont remind me, i already know and i dont care.
habits can be kind of funny, don't you think?
i have a ton of habits. lets start off with the questions shall we? i always ask questions. ones like 'shall we?', 'things that end in eh' and a ton of other ones i dont feel like naming off right now. i ask a lot. even though i have no idea i'm even doing it. but i guess i will just have to get over it. yeah sure it does get annoying, i just love annoying people don't you? haha there we go again. asking other questions when i'm not even paying attention to your answer. you've probably caught on by now haven't you? yeah. i also am always messing with my hair. not because i'm nervous, but because i'm obsessed. i have to have it perfect and look good in front of some hot guy. it's pretty big for me. my hair i mean. it's a big part of my day, i have to spend forever doing it and make sure that it looks perfect before i go out.
hmm...more habits. let me think a minute..oh yeah, i have to have my room clean. sure after sex when all the covers are off my bed and all of our clothes are everywhere, its going to be messy. but i clean it up right after i wake up and take pain killers for my hangover. another habit? i always need alcohol. it's like a medicine for me. it makes me feel good about myself and it's kind of why i'm a slut to this day because of the alcohol. don't get me wrong, i have slept with guys while i was sober. but i sneak into clubs a lot. i need help and i know it. don't try and help me get help because i won't go along with it. i'll put up a fight with you until you finally just give up and let me live my life how i want it to be lived. you'd hate it if someone took over your life wouldn't you? yes i'd guess so and so don't lie because i know you'd hate someone else running your life for you.
what're some of your likes and dislikes?
lets see here, i absolutely love junk food. it may not look like it because i'm so small, and people actually think i have an eating disorder, but i am perfectly healthy. besides my sex and alcohol addiction anyways. i also like animals. they're really sweet and puppies are really warm when you cuddle with them. even when they're hyper they're fun. they keep me entertained forever and they are just the cutest things ever. i have three dogs myself. cats are another story. i like ready magazines and i love my eyeliner. i don't wear a ton of it, but i do wear some of it. i like butterflies, even though they are very childish, oh well. my room still has butterfly wall paper boarder stuff from when i was a kid. just proves im still a little innocent. but did i mention the fact that i love fire? and sex? and boys? that's what i thought. it's an obvious fact really, but lets just say i love a lot of things. especially candy, coloring, tiaras, little kids and acting like a kid.
there are things that i dont like. sometimes even hate. i hate liers. they just bug me. i may be one myself. but im not technically lying right now am i? exactly. i dont like braggers either. they are just showoffs. guys on bikes are hot, but when they try to act cool, not cool. i dont like snakes or death. i have a fear of snakes due to an accident when i was four when i had picked one up. it snapped at me and i wouldn't go in the backyard for two weeks. even then i made my brothers take me out to swing. i really dont like vegetables. other then cauliflower. that stuff is okay. but ew broccoli. fruits wonderful though. i dont like when my phone dies on me either. or the fact that my twin brother is dead and my dads no where to be seen. i hate facing the truth when it's not a very fun one. trust me. i also don't like getting messy and i dont like hangovers. but then again, who does like them? that's my point here. i dont like dull colors either. they're just boring. and the one thing i absolutely hate and will never like. growing up.
you've got some weaknesses? you shouldn't tell me, i'll use it against you. you've got strengths, too?
oh weaknesses...i dont have many of those. but i do have a few and i dont know if i should tell you...you could so use it against me like you just said. oh what the hell. i'm very ticklish in my sides. if you come up and poke my sides, i will scream and then fall over laughing so hard just for no reason. well because it seems to tickle a lot and i get so ticklish. i also have a weakness for alcohol. everyone knows that. i'm addicted to it basically and if i see a bottle of it, it's mine no matter what. unless i already had one at the time. another weakness would be little kids. i know not to drink around them because my dad used to drink around us as kids and i was mad at him so i never spoke to him. and if i drank around little kids, they'd probably hate me too. and i can't deal with little kids hating me because of my drinking problems. that's probably one of the few times i can actually control my drinking alcohol.
strengths..i dont even have to think about that one. im actually doing well in school. of course i hide all my grades in school from my friends, and i've had detention a few times, but that was just because i was late to class and have gotten into a few fights in school. i also am good around kids. i can help them and i used to work at a daycare, well volunteer since i didn't get paid to do it. but i helped out and played with the kids for a few hours a day when i was fourteen and fifteen. before i started to get into the party scene. one more strength and then im done with this. being in my brothers room. it may have sounded funny at first, but when im in my twins room, i feel safe. like really safe. i feel like hes still there with us. though i wont go in his closet. i just can't do that. i cry every now and then in there, but thats the only time i cry in front of someone. thats whoever comes over that day and is with me.
what are the main points of your lifetime?
i pretty much grew up with a mother, a twin brother and an older brother. ethan, my older brother, and eli was my twin brother. my dad was never really around. he was always running around. first it was just work my mom said. but i could hear them arguing in the next room every night after he had came home. he sounded funny and later on when i was in his room, i had discovered a lot of bottles i thought were just juice and then i realized that it was beer. something my mom always told me to stay away from. but i never listened to her. i didn't try the beer, and my dad was passed out on the bed next to me as i had went through his room. mom was at work and my brothers were outside. i then had found magazines of naked girls and then pictures of young teenage girls naked in his coat pocket. they looked scared in the pictures and then i showed my mom. later on that week, i had realized what had happened. my mom just said he was going away for a while, and i believed her
after two years, i was eight now, i realized my dad wasn't coming back. my older brother was now thirteen and my mom called him the man of the house. my mom started to date this other guy. i had no idea who he was. but he moved in with us and soon enough, i was walking down the aisle in a church in a little white flower girl dress behind my mom. they were happier, and so were we. us kids i mean. my mom had just wanted what was best for us and i was kind of glad she married that nice man. he didn't yell at us and he didn't yell at my mom. now that i'm older though, i still remember everything that had happened when my real dad was living with us and i now understand what was happening when i was younger and clueless. i just hoped that my father would be back, i wished forever. i dont know why, even when my mommy told me that he was a naughty man and that i should never go to him if he were to come back. this all happened here in france too. a place that i love and a place i plan on being the rest of my life basically.
oh and did i mention that the worst part of my life was when my brother committed suicide and i had hated him forever after that? yeah i still cry in his room every single day because i just miss him so much and i think he's coming back when i know deep down hes not going to come back ever and i'll never see him again. he must have went up to hell and thats why i started to drink and have sex. because my brother killed himself because he hated being picked on at school. he had his friends and he had me. but i still dont get why he killed himself. i just wish that he didn't do it. me and ethan are still angry and we sit together and talk about all the good times with my younger brother by one and a half minutes.it isn't fun at all having people run up to be asking how im doing just because of my brother. im mad at him though too. he screwed up my life by killing himself, making me do the stuff i do now to relieve the stress that's being put on me because they're still trying to figure out why he killed himself. im the only one who knows why.
the worst point of your life must have sucked, yeah?
my worst memory would be when my brother killed himself. i was the one who had found him. i was just talking to him on the phone. he said he was going to be gone for a while. he was at home, i was at the park on my phone. we talked and then he said he loved me and hung up. that got me scared. so i ran home. and when i got there, i had went straight to his room. i was confused as ever when i couldn't find him. thats when i started laughing and went to the closet. i didn't open it yet because someone was at the door. his friend came in and i had always sort of liked him. but then we went through the house looking for him. we couldn't find him. then i went back to the closet and opened it. there he hung. my own brother hung himself that day and i can't bear to see a dead body or a rope anymore.
but i guess the best time made up for it? it always does.
my best memory was when i had my first kiss. it was right before eli had killed himself. about a week before. i was outside on the porch. it was a boy, eli's friend, who had asked me out to the movies. we went out for a few weeks and then when we were on the steps, he had kissed me. it was a feeling that made me happy. and that was the only real kiss i have shared with a guy. i dont know where he is and im not going to give out names either. but this boy was special. but then eli had came out and when i went inside, i listened to them. he had told his friend that if he had ever hurt me, eli was going to kick his ass. that made me feel protected, and especially when the guy had then said that he wouldn't hurt me in a million years. but then he had moved. yet i still think about that day to this day and still smile every time and then cry when i think of eli protecting me like that.
hi, i'm mya and i think i'm pretty random. i've been around the block for fourteen years, but the roleplay scene's only been my thing for few years years/months. i got over to this place through i dont know =/, so let's give them a shout out. oh, and by the way, i play none yet ;D here too.
MOLLY COOPER
After signing off of another random chat on the school chat room, Molly stood up and then looked down at her feet, well her stomach because it was in the way, she was only looking for her new puppy that her brother had gotten her for a 'growing up' present she guessed. But now that Oliver was coming over with Hot chocolate for her, she needed to shower. Well right now she just wore one of Johnny's really large t-shirts. Oh and underwear. That was just about it though. Molly was feeling really lazy right now and she wasn't really planning on doing anything today but hang out around her new apartment that still had to be half unpacked. She figured she'd get to that soon, maybe after her babies were born. Well, I mean most of the stuff she doesn't need. Right now she had one room that was painted blue, and had little ducks on the wallpaper.
The only thing that was in the nursery, was a changing table and one crib. You see, because Molly just found out she was having twins. She realized she'd have to get another crib for her other baby. Of course though, Molly was just too excited and she had always gone around and was telling her friends and hoping they would come over one day to help. The apartment was kind of neat though, there was a living room with a kitchen, there was no wall in between it either which was lucky for Molly. So when her babies are toddlers, they can play in their play pen and she could cook in her kitchen and watch them at the same time. Then there was her room which had a queen size bed, only because Jason sometimes spent the night with her. No nothing ever happened, they just laid there and she kissed his cheek once softly while he was sleeping, he never woke up though. Though it was obvious she wanted him to move in with her. Partly because she was falling for him, and also because she wanted him here with his babies and her.
Taking a shower was something that seemed like heaven for her right now. Molly went over to her door and looked out the peephole and then unlocked the door before going into the bathroom and then stripping out of her shirt. She wasn't attractive at all with being pregnant. She was fat, well because of the two babies she was carrying around inside of her. They hurt too, they kicked all the time and she often got no sleep or very little sleep because of them. Molly looked at herself in the mirror and then shook her head before stepping into the hot shower and then jumped a little. Molly was so absorbed in thinking about Oliver and the hot chocolate, that she was surprised when the babies started to kick again. She let out a little groan and then closed her eyes. This was going to be one long night and she didn't want to go to bed because she knew it would hurt when she laid down. For now, she'd just make Oliver stay with her.
After about a ten minute shower, Molly had gotten dressed and quickly combed through her hair before putting it up with a simple clip. She was dressed in just a simple t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants with kitties on them. She walked into her room and then sat down on her bed where her little puppy Rex jumped up next to her. He was a Silver Lab and she loved him to death. He was only about four months old and she knew that he was just right for her. He was cuddly when Molly was tired or really having a bad idea, but when she wants to, he'll play with her, and not as rough as she thought he would in the first place. Molly had tried to play with him at least a few times a day and then walk him every other day. She would walk him everyday though if it weren't for her feet getting so sore all the time. But Johnny would come over and walk him for her and then hang out around for a while with Molly and then help her around with getting stuff unpacked and stuff.
Molly was always lazy before and she was even more lazy now that she was pregnant. All she wanted to do was sit on her bed and sleep. But she knew she couldn't do that, because she couldn't sleep even if she wanted to, thanks to the babies in her stomach. She was just starting to think about the hot chocolate and waiting for Oliver when Rex was suddenly right next to her whining and licking her cheek. She scoffed and then pushed him away a little and then started to pet him as he laid down next to her. Molly just sat there and waited for Oliver to come in. He knew the door was open and it wasn't like she could be embarrassed about taking a shower with Oliver in her apartment. They had seen each other naked before. She hated to admit it, but things got a little carried away with Oliver and her one day after she slept with Jason, but yet before she found she was pregnant.
They were wasted, as usual. It was only a few weeks after Molly lost her virginity to Jason. Then she thought it'd be fun to go out and get wasted with one of her close friends, Oliver. No they didn't sleep together, but Oliver and Molly had gotten naked together and were just kissing, her brother had called to say that he was in the hospital again and that she had to get there quick. Of course he was fine afterwords, but Molly wasn't as buzzed as Oliver was. So she took off. She wasn't sure if Oliver remembered any of that, but she decided to keep that to herself for now because if anyone had found out that they had made out and had been together drunk and naked, people would start to get suspicious and then Jason would just be even more stressed, with worrying about the babies even being his or not. But of course Molly knew that the kids were his, she hadn't even slept with his best friend!
status! • finished
tagged! • oliver
words! • 1076
notes! • i just realized i still had this post to do. sorry =/
