Post by tahlia on Sept 2, 2009 7:28:21 GMT -5
[/color][/center][/blockquote]COURTNEY ANNE SINCLAIR
it started with a low light
" watch your heart when we're together, boys like you love me forever "
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NEXT THING I KNEW[/color][/blockquote]
they ripped me from my bed
[/b][/color] Courtney Anne Sinclair
NICKNAMES: Court
GENDER: Female
AGE: Seventeen
SEXUALITY: Straight
YEAR: Junior
MEMBER GROUP: Crack-heads
FACE CLAIM: Sophia Bush
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AND THEN THEY TOOK[/color][/blockquote]
my bloodtype, they left a
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[/b][/color] So you wanna know about me? No problem baby, Me is my favourite topic. I'll get the boring crap about where I came from out of the way first shall I?
New Yorks Upper East Side. Born to Charlotte and Arnold Sinclair. Dad's a PR agent and Mom's a fashion Designer. Typical Upper East Side family driven by greed and reputation. No wonder I turned out the way I am today.
2. Let's talk about reputation and how it played a part in me entertaining you at this lovely establisment. As I said, and I hope you were listening, my parents are totally big on the whole rep thing. I played my part until my part got boring and being a teenager was just too good to pass up. Boys, booze, sex, drugs parties. How could a girl resist? And with parents that only pay attention to you when you're causing troubles for them, I can see why you'd see it as a cry for attenion. Trust me though honey, I'd much rather the attention of my peers than that of my parents. No cry for help. Just pure fun. Eventually my partying got too much for the lovely Sinclairs to handle and instead of seeing my name on Page Six and putting mommy and daddy to shame, I got shipped off to here.
3.
As you can guess by now, I like a good time. Life's too short to be stuck in the background and it's too short to be boring. My motto is; Do What you want. Add who you want, where you want, how you want too it too if you wish. If reading old books is what's fun for you, do it! If maths sums and chem experiments get you off, do them. If sexy boys and late nights out are the ticket to your happiness, then we'll be great friends. I don't care what you're doign as long as you're having fun. Though I've got to say, my choice of fun may have been what got me here, but it's surely fun. Parties are for the young so we may aswell enjoy them while they last and any little treats that come with them. Personally, I'm an alcohol girl but a few lines of coke or whatever you've got up for offer will do me just fine. I'll try anything that doesn't require a needle in my arm.
4.
Now that we now I'm experimental with drugs and as my parents called it, a 'raging alcoholic', what else do I like? Guys, guys, guys. No you idiot, I'm not some sex feind. I just enjoy sex. It's not my main priority and it's not something I need. Hell, I don't even have to screw you. Playing around with you and being a tease is fun enough for me until I get bored with you and move on to someone else.
5.
Don't get me wrong. I'd love to be loved and I think any girl that said otherwise would be lying. It's just hard finding someone that can put up with your imperfections and let's face it, I've got quite a few. Deep down though, I want that unconditional love. I need someone to take a hold on my lfie and steer me in the right direction.
6.
You're probably thinking I'm a completely rude bitch or something. You could be right but in my defence, I'm not. I'm blunt at times , yes. I can be a complete bitch, yes. However, I'm a decent person, some would even say good. I've got a heart and I don't get off on the whole "I'm a scarey bitch' thing. I'm myself, not some image I'm wishing to portray. Actually, I can be really sweet to people. I hate seeing people down and out and I love cheering people up. While I'm capable of it, I see no point in being a bitch to someone who doesn't deserve it. Until you piss me off, you've got a clean slate with me and I'll be nice.
7.
I'm loyal to my friends though so remember that. Fuck with someone I love and you'll have me to deal with. I can be nice and sweet and fun but I'll snap at you the minute I have to. I'm from New York, not the fucking O.C. Meaning? I've been friends with some of the cattiest, bitchiest girls in country. I'm not scared of anyone and I'll try my hand at out bitching any of you. Social destruction is easy for someone like me to pull off.
8.
On a brighter note, shall we talk about something like hobbies?
I love fashion. Who would have guessed with a designer for a mother right? Everything about it makes me smile. It's a way to be creative and make yourself stand out from the crowd. Nothing makes me happier than going shopping and finding the perfect outfit or the perfect shoes to go with that perfect outfit. Sounds pretty materialistic huh? Well, whatever. I've got the cash so it doesn't matter. I can't help it if I like things. It's not like I base my opinion of others based on their things. I just like to have them for myself.
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I'm also pretty bubbly. I get overexcited about certain things and I sometimes need to learn to curb my enthusiasm. I've got that whole cheerleader thing running through my veins at times, I swear. I'll throw myself completely into something and give it my all until I get bored that is. I have my moments where I'm full of energy.
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And then I have my moments where I'm not so into sharing.
I know I seem like a pretty confident, up front person and I am most of the time. But there's still parts of me I don't like people seeing. I don't want people to see the weaker side of me, I don't want them to see me break down. I'm happy to help you through your moments of need but I'm much more the suffer in silence type of girl y'know? I've got the whole party girl, living the great life thing going on for me. I don't even think people would believe I got sad at times.
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STRANGE IMPRESSION
in my head, you know that i was hoping
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whoa there, my name is tahlia and i happen to be of the female species. i currently have eighteen number of candles on my cake but i've got three years under my belt. i found this quirky site through an ad. by the way, you can contact me via pm or ask for my msn or through other characters. now i'll show you what i'm made of.
These things seemed to take up too much time for those that lived in California. The nights when the rich and therefore the “important” people gathered together to support some cause in order to make themselves feel better even though the catering bill probably costed more than the donations rolled together. The nights when you forced your beautiful children to look even more beautiful in order to compete with your neighbours. The nights when everything needed to look perfect, don’t worry about them actually being perfect. The nights Sam used to actually find some enjoyment in. A year or two ago these were the nights Sam, Ed, Pete, Bailey and whoever else tagged along got to get drunk off expensive bottles of champagne and all fall asleep together in comfy hotel beds. It was nice and it was completely simple. Now time had moved on and nothing really seemed all that simple anymore.
Sam now dreaded these things. She’d woken that morning to find out that not even Will was coming with her as he had to work. Great so now she had no one to laugh at rich people with all night. She had no one to protect her from her crazy mother and no one to rescue her if she needed to make a quick escape. To add to her piled on dread for the evening, she wasn’t even in control of a single thing. Her outfit had been picked out for her, her had been decided on by her mother. It was so much easier to just give it though. Sam fought too much with everyone lately and she honestly couldn’t be bothered with her mother at the moment either. Even if the bitch deserved it.
They had arrived a good hour and a half ago but it felt like so much longer. She’d been forced into the usual meet a greet, putting on the plastic smile, accepting compliments and going on about how important saving the heritage buildings that were left were to her or something she really didn’t give a fuck about. At least she wasn’t the only one having to go through the drill. Sam could see plenty of ex Hillard kids there too, all being paraded around until their parents decided to all start gossiping and leave their kids to their own devices.
That time didn’t come quick enough. Every time a waiter had gone past, she’d been quick to grab a fresh glass of champagne and finish it off in one big gulp. She’d received a few warning glances from her mother but paid them no attention. Mrs Devoirs couldn’t handle her daughter embarrassing her. It was bad enough she’d had to attend this event without her husband dutifully by her side on the pretence he was still “Away on business” Sam was sure every knew her father had just got sick of her mother screwing every straight male model on the West coast. With a fucked up family like that, she was beginning to understand how Will and Ed got into the whole drugs and drinking thing. She’d been drinking since before she’d even left the house. One of the perks of having a bartender for a boyfriend. And now with the addition of free champagne, she was well and truly out of it.
Everyone that surrounded her was frustrating her. Pretending to be good people when really this was just to show who could spare the most cash. She was sure her family was somewhere near the top too which was even more nauseating. Returning a few of the fake smiles that were shot her way, Sam somehow managed to stumble her way through the crown to the bar which was being completely deserted. Why walk for a drink when someone being paid minimum wage would bring it right to you? The barstools looked perfect to sit on because truth be told if the girl stood any longer she’d probably fall over and for that she’d never be forgiven by her mother. Slumping her thin frame down, she pushed her blonde locks out of her face and ordered a non stop supply of vodka and whatever else the bartender felt like mixing it. Within five minutes three were down, and Sam was using one of her elbows to prop herself up.
And just great. Now she had company. Why was it that a blonde couldn’t get drunk by herself at a bar without some creep hitting on her? Clearly Will was right about that one but she wasn’t about to admit it to him. Rolling her eyes Sam ignored any remarks being made by the thirty something year old investment banker looking type. His stupidity was definitely getting to her though. Could he not take a hint? ”It’s an open bar you idiot” Sam’s words slurred at him slightly on the request her buy her a drink, ”So now, if you could please stop taking up my air and my drinking time, I would really appreciate that”. Usually, she handled these situations with a little more grace but she wasn’t exactly herself at the moment. She couldn’t even see things exactly clearly and there was this horrible ringing in her ears that seemed to match her dizziness.
Sam now dreaded these things. She’d woken that morning to find out that not even Will was coming with her as he had to work. Great so now she had no one to laugh at rich people with all night. She had no one to protect her from her crazy mother and no one to rescue her if she needed to make a quick escape. To add to her piled on dread for the evening, she wasn’t even in control of a single thing. Her outfit had been picked out for her, her had been decided on by her mother. It was so much easier to just give it though. Sam fought too much with everyone lately and she honestly couldn’t be bothered with her mother at the moment either. Even if the bitch deserved it.
They had arrived a good hour and a half ago but it felt like so much longer. She’d been forced into the usual meet a greet, putting on the plastic smile, accepting compliments and going on about how important saving the heritage buildings that were left were to her or something she really didn’t give a fuck about. At least she wasn’t the only one having to go through the drill. Sam could see plenty of ex Hillard kids there too, all being paraded around until their parents decided to all start gossiping and leave their kids to their own devices.
That time didn’t come quick enough. Every time a waiter had gone past, she’d been quick to grab a fresh glass of champagne and finish it off in one big gulp. She’d received a few warning glances from her mother but paid them no attention. Mrs Devoirs couldn’t handle her daughter embarrassing her. It was bad enough she’d had to attend this event without her husband dutifully by her side on the pretence he was still “Away on business” Sam was sure every knew her father had just got sick of her mother screwing every straight male model on the West coast. With a fucked up family like that, she was beginning to understand how Will and Ed got into the whole drugs and drinking thing. She’d been drinking since before she’d even left the house. One of the perks of having a bartender for a boyfriend. And now with the addition of free champagne, she was well and truly out of it.
Everyone that surrounded her was frustrating her. Pretending to be good people when really this was just to show who could spare the most cash. She was sure her family was somewhere near the top too which was even more nauseating. Returning a few of the fake smiles that were shot her way, Sam somehow managed to stumble her way through the crown to the bar which was being completely deserted. Why walk for a drink when someone being paid minimum wage would bring it right to you? The barstools looked perfect to sit on because truth be told if the girl stood any longer she’d probably fall over and for that she’d never be forgiven by her mother. Slumping her thin frame down, she pushed her blonde locks out of her face and ordered a non stop supply of vodka and whatever else the bartender felt like mixing it. Within five minutes three were down, and Sam was using one of her elbows to prop herself up.
And just great. Now she had company. Why was it that a blonde couldn’t get drunk by herself at a bar without some creep hitting on her? Clearly Will was right about that one but she wasn’t about to admit it to him. Rolling her eyes Sam ignored any remarks being made by the thirty something year old investment banker looking type. His stupidity was definitely getting to her though. Could he not take a hint? ”It’s an open bar you idiot” Sam’s words slurred at him slightly on the request her buy her a drink, ”So now, if you could please stop taking up my air and my drinking time, I would really appreciate that”. Usually, she handled these situations with a little more grace but she wasn’t exactly herself at the moment. She couldn’t even see things exactly clearly and there was this horrible ringing in her ears that seemed to match her dizziness.
THAT I COULD LEAVE
this starcrossed world behind
this apptemplate was made by chaela and laurel from charcoal eyes, guys, and the titles are from spaceman by the killers
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