Post by EVERMORE MAKYNSIE ROMANCE on Jan 10, 2010 17:41:18 GMT -5
EVERMORE MAKYNSIE ROMANCE
[/font]"I NEVER THOUGHT IT'D COME THIS FAR..."[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME:[/blockquote]
AGE: seventeen
MEMBER GROUP: skinny hoes
GRADE: junior
BIRTH PLACE: san fran, c.a.
RELIGION: yerr mom
SEXUALITY: straight
PLAYBY: demetria devonne lovato
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
evermore makynsie romance was born february fifth, nineteen ninety one to alexandra clarissa and chase harper romance. she obtained her eating disorder after her mother died, and the stepmother wanna-be moved in on her sweet, naive father. she was going through quite the time as it was, holing away in her room, when her fathers' new girlfriend began picking at her about her weight, and her skin. those usual teen hormones, that coursed through her veins, making her as about as vulnerable as a baby bird that's fallen out of it's comfy warm nest, and into a den of hungry alley cats. her face cleared up, soon enough, seeing as she naturally had clean, healthy skin, and the only thing keeping her from it was her stress levels. her weight dropped quickly though, and she's trying to keep it at a regular, or at very least wear baggy clothes so that it isn't quite as visible. her father was enraged, seeing his daughter turn to bones, and her wanna-be wicked stepmother was cut from the cast. still though, the words lingered with evermore, and she only ate when she had to, to appease her father's nerves, not wanting to cause him anymore anguish. her weight has gone up to a normal, and considerably healthy rate, for a teenage girl, she still though, leans towards the slender side of the bmi. her father gave her too choices, that she go to the -well, basically the opposite of fat camp, or here. she chose the school, knowing there'd be much less people watching her here.
evermore met delilah her first day, or rather, ran into her. she's become a great muse to evermore at times, and is considered one of delilah's minions. ever resents the fact that she's seen as such, and looks at delilah as an older sister.
evermore has been described as many things. her nature is to be good, and to try to help people in need. but truthfully, she loves to party, and just live life. she has a magnetic pull on some, and has been called charismatic before, but she is who she is. she dislikes fauxs, cheap liquor, stupidity, and wannabes. she prefers vodka, chocolate, classy porn (: , starbucks, skinny jeans, converse, and style itself. she likes to be comfortable, and can make a light and friendly situation of the most awkward times. she's spontaneous, but not flawless, she likes boys. ohhhh does she like the boys. she's not arrogant, she's confident. she loves to write music, and she plays the guitar and the piano. she was ripped away from her school, and her friends, and even on a bad day, she stands to plaster on a smile, and act like she doesn't care... if she likes you.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME:abbicakes
AGE: old enough to satisfy yerr mom.
EXPERIENCE: psht, more than yerr mom, thats fer sure.
TIME ZONE: ummm. well i was in yerr moms last night. JUST KIDDIN. haha, us central?
OTHER CHARACTERS:
not yet, but you jus wait.
evermore couldn't help but be a bit down. she lay, strewn vicariously across her bed, typing away on her phone. the book she'd been consumed in had lost her interest, was laid out beside her, open to page two fifteen, and her guitar stood against her closet door, her notes, everywhere, song lyrics scattering across the floors, walls, and any other space it could find. her composition book was stuffed, and her mind was whirring as she sat, typing, then scribbling things down, then typing some more. she was lost in thought, when her stomach growled. she ignored it. she'd been ignoring it for some time now, trying to write the perfect song. but she couldn't. the best time to write was when she was with nate, and lately, she'd not been with nate. nathan was her best friend. he had been since she was a little girl. but now, now things were complicated. she was dating sebastiano, and well... all her jokes and antics about marrying nate hadn't went over so well. she'd practically grounded herself from him, no matter how bad she felt. she and nate hadn't been apart this long since grade-school, when she'd gotten chicken pox, and he hadn't been allowed to see her since they were contagious. it'd been grueling, and she'd figured her mother was just trying to torture her, but now? now ever was torturing herself. she'd write maniacly, then look at her guitar, bite her lip, and get a far off look in her eye, before looking back down to type on her phone, or to write again.
after a long lost moment she looked up, shoved a peice of long, curly black hair behind her ear, and jumped off of her bed, her cold feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. she stretched, and popped her fingers before moving onto the kitchen quietly. she'd usually kept a mini-fridge in her room, completely stocked, but hadn't been eating all that much, and had found no reason to stock it. she blinked, and looked at the clock. it was only nine oh eight, and she was considering going to bed? she shook her head, mumbling to herself, before opening the refridgerator door, and shuffling through old groceries. she settled on cold, day old pizza seb had had, and popped it into the microwave for twenty seconds before pulling it out, slamming the door to the microwave, and walking towards sebastian's door. she stopped, standing so quiet and still infront of it, but heard nothing. she strained to listen, but still couldn't pick up on anything. she pursed her lips, and considered going in, but changed her mind. she walked back into her bedroom, noticing it was especially cold, and sat on her bed, staring at her walls. she had, she thought, three days before she'd be telling seb by for the last time until about new years, to give him his 'christmas present.' wasn't tonight as good as any? she smiled to herself, and walked over to her closet, pulling out a pink shopping bag, and it's contents.
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s[/size]econds later ever was infront of his door, opening it, stepping through, and closing it in a matter of blinks. she shivered, disliking the chill of the dorm, and looked down, not wanting to see his face, but at the same time, wondering what he was thinking. her bra was red, and lacy, with a rather large green bow attatched to the front of it, and her underwear were the exact same. her robe was bright red, with a green sash, tied, but left slightly agape. the giant gift-like bow on her head was tilted to the left side, and green. she just looked up and smiled, thankful seb had worked hard with delilah's designs, and had his hearing aids now. "well?" she asked, wanting to know what he thought ; wishing she could read minds. "how bad is it?" she said, before looking down again, and playing with the green bow that held her sash tied, as she waited for some sort of reaction. the floor was cold on her bare feet, but ever was always cold. she walked towards his bed, where he sat, against the headboard and straddled his lap, smiling, her robe still closed. she shivered a bit, and just sat, staring. she wasn't about to just jump his bones as usual. it was one of her last days before heading off for almost two weeks. she needed to take things slow, and let it linger. she needed him to remember he loved her. what if while she was away he realized he needed something? something she wasn't there to give him? and what if he realized hope had what he needed? hadn't that been the way she'd lost bram? hadn't that been the way she'd spiraled out of control so quickly? was it even avoidable? she wasn't sure. but if it was, she was going to try to avoid it as best as damn possible.
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