Post by LUCY ELINOR RIGBY on Jan 7, 2010 20:56:53 GMT -5
LUCY ELINOR RIGBY
[/font]" FOR A SONG I WAS BOUGHT, NOW I LAUGH WHEN I TALK "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: lucy elinor rigby[/blockquote]
AGE: twenty-two
MEMBER GROUP: teacher (english)
GRADE: n/a
BIRTH PLACE: bangor, maine
RELIGION: christian
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
PLAYBY: blake lively
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
hi there. my name is lucy elinor rigby, which you've probably only heard a million times. my parents are both huge fans of the beatles, of course, and decided to give me three insane names. while my little brother, jude, got a real last name. lucky. moving on. i'm a teacher here...i've been teaching her for, what, six months? give or take. as to why i had to come here all the way from new york - where i was going to college - we'll get to that later. before i started teaching i had lots of...different jobs. i was unsure of what i wanted to do, you know? I waited tables, worked at book stores, had a short job at a library, i was a cocktail waitress...and then like, in the middle of my college career, i decided i wanted to start teaching. in my senior year i got a job as a teaching assistant...which was great...except for the fact that i ended up in a relationship with the teacher, eduardo, his name was. i really liked him...we dated for a year and a half...and i guess i really loved him. and i'm not the sort to throw "the l word" around, so you can trust me when i say it. our relationship was good...i guess. i try not to think about it anymore. and he was honestly the sweetest guy ever, when he wasn't a horny spanish bull. and then someone told me he cheated on me...i don't know...i believed them. we'd been dating for a while, he was probably growing bored. we got in a fight...i left...and came to portland, for some reason. which is where i've been for the last six or so months, working. honestly, i love my work. teaching is great, and i'm a huge literature dork. i have a total love for the classics. and i love my students, they're all great kids...haha, okay, i'm probably not working at the best school. my assistant job was at an elite school in new york, and this is, to be frank, a school for kids who have...issues. surprisingly i like it here more. there are some really sweet kids who just need their shells cracked open, you know? everyone seems to be hiding under some kind of shell, be it a scared one, a brave one, a rude one...i don't know. i've gotten close with a few of them, i suppose. although i do miss new york. but i'm definitely not going to go back there...i don't want to see...him. i used to party a bit back in the day, but i've slowed down. i'm growing up, i suppose. drugs, however, i do not approve of. my parents used to be total hippie junkies until the reformed, and i love them to death. but i don't want to be like them. i'm a bit of a flirt, i supposed...i haven't had a relationship since leaving eduardo, but i've had sex. to answer your question, no, i never cheated on him, in any way. but now that i'm not tied down i'll have sex with a stranger or two after a couple shots of tequila. but of course i only drink on the weekends...when i have no papers to grade. like i said, my partying has slowed down. oh, music! i love music. i'm really into soft, acoustic music...i don't know, i just like the simplicity, i suppose. of just a voice and an acoustic guitar, possibly a piano. i've also been known to listen to some techno...and okay, i like dancing music as much as everyone else. i love snuggies. i have like, a million of them. i like to be warm, okay? and portland gets pretty chilly at times. i get nervous pretty easily...when death, or the likes are mentioned. i don't know, it just creeps me out, gives me bad images. i'm a highly dependent person. i don't like letting others do things for me, really. but i'll do just about anything for anyone else, as long as it's legal. i guess that's about it. adios!
TEN FUN FACTS ABOUT ME ,
1. i lost my virginity at the age of eighteen, to my steady boyfriend.
2. he ODed three months later.
3. i'm a huge health freak.
4. i have a collection of snuggies.
5. i'm a bit of a harry potter nerd.
6. i've never left the country.
7. i rarely ever swear.
8. i'm prone to panic attacks.
9. i crack my knuckles.
10. i'm blunt.
THINGS I LOVE ,
tiny dogs, maine, my brother, my parents, strawberry daiquries, sobe, caffeine, sugerfree gum, sunsets, advil, parties, people, crowds, literature of any sort, JK rowling, JR tolken, shakespear, romance novels, chick flicks, seth rogen, samuel johnson, jane austen, william blake, waffles, the beatles, snuffies, warm weather, snow, children.
THINGS I DETEST ,
cats, old people, drugs, scary movies, being alone, twilight, stephanie meyer, being cold, the coldness of snow, silence, sunglasses, head bands, tacky clothing, being lied to, people who aren't straight up, ice cream, candy, cold food in general, anything unhealthy.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: elizabeth
AGE: optional sixteen
EXPERIENCE: three years. on and off.
TIME ZONE: eastern like yeah~
OTHER CHARACTERS: chuck bass
Dallas’ hugs were admittedly one of her favorite things about him…which would probably be weird in any normal fuck buddies relationship, but they were a lot more than that. Really. She was unsure of just how much more, but they obviously were. Like the fact that she’d somehow wound up actually spending a weekend over there…probably the best weekend of her life…and no, they hadn’t had sex the whole time. Okay, they’d had sex a lot, but not the whole time…a lot of the time was spent just hanging out, and talking…or even just laying on his couch and not saying anything…and god, she knew he was the one person he could do that with. With everyone else he was restless…it made her wonder how he was even able to sleep when she wasn’t there. Other than the fact that he was probably drunk the whole time, which admittedly made her sad. Because she cared about him…so fucking much…more than a student, or fuck buddy should have. Maybe even more than a best friend should have…but they’d also watched movies. Her favorite kinds. The completely mushy ones, that made her cry…and had sex scenes that would have been awkward with anyone but Dallas, because nothing was awkward with him. Really. And of course because she was Delilah, and didn’t want to wear dirty clothes, she’d spent pretty much the entire weekend wearing his shirts…which were pretty much dresses on her, thank you very much. So no, she was well aware that they weren’t just having sex anymore…she just didn’t even know what the hell to think about it all. She knew they weren’t together or anything…she knew they couldn’t be. There was still the manwhore and teacher factors getting in the way of that…even if deep, deep underneath a layer of denial she wanted nothing more than to be with him. Because…a relationship with him would be different. She was certain of it. She only ever dated random guys who she wasn’t even friends with…and she was best friends with Dallas. And they’d been having sex for quite some time, which was also a rare thing. Most guys left her shortly after having sex with her…not because she was bad in bed, thank you very much, because they’d already got what they wanted. But…sex between she and Dallas was different. And he wasn’t just going to leave her after fucking, because they’d been fucking for so long…oh god, why was she even thinking about this? It was completely moronic…and unhealthy…and like so many other times, she quickly pushed the thoughts out of her head.
A few of the people her age kind of scoffed at her when she said Dallas was her best friend…and nothing more. Which was obviously a lie, because she was pretty sure everyone saw the way they looked at each other…and that they were always together, when she wasn’t at her classes. But whatever. She couldn’t even count the number of times her “friends” - she wasn’t as close to them as she was dallas - had told her she needed a best friend her own age. But honestly, Delilah didn’t want one her age…and it wasn’t because she was a mature bitch who only wanted to be friends with older people, god, that didn’t even make any sense. Dallas acted about ten years younger than her on a god day…even though he did tend to get better when it was just the two of them…especially when they were having sex. Ha. He was no eight year old boy in that area. But of course Delilah tended to just roll her eyes at the comments made about she and Dallas…no one was going to be able to understand her special bond with him, until they experienced something of the sort. In a strictly friendly way, of course…no matter how many times he did blurt out that he loved her as more than a friend…she knew he was just an overly impulsive guy. He said the first thing that popped into his mind…or he was just trying to make sure she didn’t stop fucking him…god, that hurt. The thought that he cared so much about fucking her that he’d lie about loving her. Needless to say she was slightly paranoid…and never said it back unless she knew he meant it in a strictly friendly way…even if she was unsure of how she actually felt about him. The only thing she wasn’t paranoid about, when it came to their…whatever they had, was that he wasn’t just using her to get fired. He did a good enough job trying to achieve that goal on his own, thank you very much. And he tried to keep it a secret…most of the time. And god, she shouldn’t have even cared if he was using her…she was using him too…possibly in an even worse way…but god, really, it only started out that way. It was so much more now…anyone could see that. It had started out with an accidental fucking, and ended with actual…feelings. Even if she was unsure of what the feelings meant…to either of them. And she should have pulled away, really…not from him embrace, just from him, because it was only making things more confusing…that she let him be so close, when she wouldn’t let anyone else, at least not emotionally…but god, why would she even want to pull away? It was perfect. He was perfect. They were perfect…
And god, she couldn’t help but smile almost as widely as he was when he wrapped her up in a hug…a friendly hug, she had to remind herself. It was nothing. They were friends…it had been happening even before they were fucking…and even then it felt…amazing. Just feeling the warmth of his body against hers, and hearing him say he missed her…so much. Which was giving her a million more mixed signals, but she didn’t even care. Especially not as she felt his lips brush against hers…god…perfectly. Even if it wasn’t even really a kiss, and she’d barely felt it, it was enough to pretty much set her lips on fire And make her want a real kiss…but of course she wasn’t going to get that…at least not yet. Chances were she’d get at least one before she left…even if she didn’t get anything else…which also wasn’t very fuck buddy-ish of them, but she was getting to the point where she didn’t care anymore. A smirk appeared on her lips as she felt his hands on her hips, completely snapping her out of her thoughts…god, his hands were the most familiar hands on earth…no matter how sick or wrong that was. They’d touched her in every way…not like that, you pervs. Well, kind of. Ha. But they’d held her a million times…and god, being touched by him was the best thing ever. As was being pulled closer to him…even if she’d been telling herself mere moments earlier that she shouldn’t allow herself to be so close to him…god, it didn’t even matter anymore. But his question was a good one…why was she there? Quite honestly, Delilah didn’t know…if she’d had a reason before she’d forgotten it now, feeling him so close to her. Touching her…ugh. She hated that he had this effect on her. “Nothing, really.” She replied, shrugging in a it’s-no-big-deal kind of way, her hands trailing up and playing with the hem of his shirt. “I just missed my Dallas…is that really a crime?” Her words were teasing, of course, despite how true they were. God, this was proof that they were more than fuck buddies…anyone else would just be getting at it, not having a nice little conversation first. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” She said teasingly, laying her head against his chest…for some reason completely unknown to her…other than it just…felt right. No matter how wrong it was. “You haven’t been fucking anyone else in here, right? Where are they hiding? Who’s ass do I have to kick?” Her words were joking, of course…even if she was kind of serious. She’d always been possessive of him…because…she didn’t even know why. It didn’t even really matter. And with that she raised her head, kissing him softly on the lips, which was actually quite difficult because of their height difference, and smiling a bit. “This is our special place. No fucking anyone else here.” Her words weren’t meant to be quite so possessive…but they were…they always were. Although if it were up to her he wouldn’t fuck anyone else anywhere…god, she was so sick. She couldn’t ask that of him. And yes, she was well aware that the fact that their special place was in his office was weird…she didn’t even care.
A few of the people her age kind of scoffed at her when she said Dallas was her best friend…and nothing more. Which was obviously a lie, because she was pretty sure everyone saw the way they looked at each other…and that they were always together, when she wasn’t at her classes. But whatever. She couldn’t even count the number of times her “friends” - she wasn’t as close to them as she was dallas - had told her she needed a best friend her own age. But honestly, Delilah didn’t want one her age…and it wasn’t because she was a mature bitch who only wanted to be friends with older people, god, that didn’t even make any sense. Dallas acted about ten years younger than her on a god day…even though he did tend to get better when it was just the two of them…especially when they were having sex. Ha. He was no eight year old boy in that area. But of course Delilah tended to just roll her eyes at the comments made about she and Dallas…no one was going to be able to understand her special bond with him, until they experienced something of the sort. In a strictly friendly way, of course…no matter how many times he did blurt out that he loved her as more than a friend…she knew he was just an overly impulsive guy. He said the first thing that popped into his mind…or he was just trying to make sure she didn’t stop fucking him…god, that hurt. The thought that he cared so much about fucking her that he’d lie about loving her. Needless to say she was slightly paranoid…and never said it back unless she knew he meant it in a strictly friendly way…even if she was unsure of how she actually felt about him. The only thing she wasn’t paranoid about, when it came to their…whatever they had, was that he wasn’t just using her to get fired. He did a good enough job trying to achieve that goal on his own, thank you very much. And he tried to keep it a secret…most of the time. And god, she shouldn’t have even cared if he was using her…she was using him too…possibly in an even worse way…but god, really, it only started out that way. It was so much more now…anyone could see that. It had started out with an accidental fucking, and ended with actual…feelings. Even if she was unsure of what the feelings meant…to either of them. And she should have pulled away, really…not from him embrace, just from him, because it was only making things more confusing…that she let him be so close, when she wouldn’t let anyone else, at least not emotionally…but god, why would she even want to pull away? It was perfect. He was perfect. They were perfect…
And god, she couldn’t help but smile almost as widely as he was when he wrapped her up in a hug…a friendly hug, she had to remind herself. It was nothing. They were friends…it had been happening even before they were fucking…and even then it felt…amazing. Just feeling the warmth of his body against hers, and hearing him say he missed her…so much. Which was giving her a million more mixed signals, but she didn’t even care. Especially not as she felt his lips brush against hers…god…perfectly. Even if it wasn’t even really a kiss, and she’d barely felt it, it was enough to pretty much set her lips on fire And make her want a real kiss…but of course she wasn’t going to get that…at least not yet. Chances were she’d get at least one before she left…even if she didn’t get anything else…which also wasn’t very fuck buddy-ish of them, but she was getting to the point where she didn’t care anymore. A smirk appeared on her lips as she felt his hands on her hips, completely snapping her out of her thoughts…god, his hands were the most familiar hands on earth…no matter how sick or wrong that was. They’d touched her in every way…not like that, you pervs. Well, kind of. Ha. But they’d held her a million times…and god, being touched by him was the best thing ever. As was being pulled closer to him…even if she’d been telling herself mere moments earlier that she shouldn’t allow herself to be so close to him…god, it didn’t even matter anymore. But his question was a good one…why was she there? Quite honestly, Delilah didn’t know…if she’d had a reason before she’d forgotten it now, feeling him so close to her. Touching her…ugh. She hated that he had this effect on her. “Nothing, really.” She replied, shrugging in a it’s-no-big-deal kind of way, her hands trailing up and playing with the hem of his shirt. “I just missed my Dallas…is that really a crime?” Her words were teasing, of course, despite how true they were. God, this was proof that they were more than fuck buddies…anyone else would just be getting at it, not having a nice little conversation first. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” She said teasingly, laying her head against his chest…for some reason completely unknown to her…other than it just…felt right. No matter how wrong it was. “You haven’t been fucking anyone else in here, right? Where are they hiding? Who’s ass do I have to kick?” Her words were joking, of course…even if she was kind of serious. She’d always been possessive of him…because…she didn’t even know why. It didn’t even really matter. And with that she raised her head, kissing him softly on the lips, which was actually quite difficult because of their height difference, and smiling a bit. “This is our special place. No fucking anyone else here.” Her words weren’t meant to be quite so possessive…but they were…they always were. Although if it were up to her he wouldn’t fuck anyone else anywhere…god, she was so sick. She couldn’t ask that of him. And yes, she was well aware that the fact that their special place was in his office was weird…she didn’t even care.
