Post by DANIELLE BROOKE SIMMONS on Feb 1, 2010 14:14:27 GMT -5
DANIELLE BROOKE SIMMONS
[/font]" I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOUR HEART BREKAS WITH EVERY INJUSTICE "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: Danielle Brooke Simmons[/blockquote]
AGE: twenty
MEMBER GROUP: citizen
GRADE: na
BIRTH PLACE: california
RELIGION: atheist
SEXUALITY: straight
PLAYBY: adriana lima
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
Hey! My name is Danielle. Don't call me by my full name. Just don't do it. It irritates me. I have a number of nicknames: Dani, D, Simmons, Brooke even! Or make up your own nickname for me. No big as long as it isn't freak or goody-two shoes or something. I'm seriously sick of that shit. Sorry, I usually don't cuss a lot -- being the daughter of the school principal and everything. But hey, I'm twenty now and living on my own. I'm in the real world, gout on my own! Its so exciting and scary at the same time. Don't tell Daddy though. He'd be so sad that I'm making tons of money being half naked for the world to see. Though I'm sure mommy knows since she owns like every lingerie magazine known to women[/center]
Every one knows that I'm straight edge and just as straight in my sexuality. I've never had a real relationship in my life. I mean, I've dated but none of them have been those perfect high school stories every one talks about. I've kissed, hugged, done the deed. Yeah, I've had sex. know all about it. I may have been a total geek to everyone else, but trust me, they don't know me like they all think. I mean, I hit freshman year and I was out with the older kids. The kids my age, at my school thought I was the little angel of the fucking state. What they didn't know was that I was out at the parties they only dreamed of ever attending. My parents tried to keep me locked up and behaved. Fuck that. I learned to tweak the security and the cameras so that I could sneak out behind my parents' backs. Not to mention that I burned down daddy's school.
Uhm. So I have pink pucker lips and bright green eyes. Most people can't help but double take. Usually I don't notice when people are staring. I think my face is too perfect, actually. Most pictures I have taken are crap because everything is so... i don't know. I just don't like my face most days. I have an oval shaped face, a wide forehead and narrow cheek bones. Hey, I'll be honest with this. I've studied myself in the mirror enough to know what I look like without looking into a mirror. I accept that I am not perfect. I'm human after all. Normal thing right? But if it counts, I like my body... I have a little tummy that sticks out when I sit, but I'm not fat or anything... Uhm. I'm only five foot five inches, so I'm usually caught wearing heels if I can get away with it. Daddy doesn't like them, mother treasures them. My body is portioned funny -- my lower body is longer than the upper. No big. I hate my hair. Its dark brown, long. the end.
Anyway, my clothes. Uhm. I love my clothes. More than anything. Jeans, love them. I wear jeans more than anything. Let me tell you, jeans are the thing that run my bill up. ugh. even though I try and stick to sales, it doesn't keep the tab down, trust me. I love boy clothes too. like their shirts and stuff. But it would be a little weird for me to go running around with those on. Anyway.
Okay, so being the daughter's principal there is some unwritten rule that I need to behave myself. Most of the time. I'm a young woman and what woman stands behind the line? I don't. Mother and I have this unnamed game on who can win daddy's pride better. I win. Anything against my mother is nothing, thanks. So, I'm not that out going. I'm actually more passive aggressive rebellious. I stay quiet when I'm pissed and just damn them to hell. Then something bad happens and I laugh my ass off.
I'm a wandering mind. Curious, imaginative.. whatever you want to call it. i wonder things and think things. And when I'm curious, I try to figure it out. I'm an atheist, that's another stain on me that my family can't hide. And I won't ever change that about me, but I explore things. Like wonder why people can believe in some figure that they've never seen and such. But just because I wonder about it doesn't mean it'll change my opinion. I mean, plenty of people tell me that being the principals daughter isn't that bad. well screw them, they weren't the ones living it.
I use to be pretty quiet and observant. I mean, some people were almost intimidated by the fact that I’m the principal’s daughter. So most people just stay acquaintances with me. I never had a real best friend till after high school. And I notice things a lot of other people. People are so easy to read. Just as much as I am predictable. If you yell at me or if I do something wrong, you can bet your bottom dollar that my reaction will be me clamping up and glaring at my shoes. Every time. Legit. And then I'll apologize a while later because I hate when people are mad at me for any reason. it just eats me away.
All right, enough of the cracking me down. Simple things now. You know? The top layers of it. First off, I love, love, love to read. I have books on my bed that I sleep with instead of some teddy bear. I grew up with books, dude. They're amazing. Then next to that would be drawing. I get this itch to just draw sometimes. it doesn't matter where I am either, I pull out my pad of paper and pencil and draw. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm drawing; I just let my hand do its own thing. It usually turns out okay. Yeah, I'm not a good artist; I just said I liked to draw. You're the one assuming things. My dad has a few of my lame sketches framed up in his office though. It's embarrassing. Those are my main hobbies.. after that its normal, simple things like running, walking, hanging out. Hmm. Okay, so hobbies are my likes: reading, drawing, running, walking, hanging out. Along with little things like white chocolate. Don't ever send me flowers. I hate flowers. Buy me a book instead for valentines or something. no wait.. not valentines. I hate valentines. Its a hallmark holiday. So.. presents for Christmas. Or my birthday, I like my birthday better. That's on August 20th, remember that. Jeans too, I can never get enough of those.
I'm an atheist. So there isn't much to my beliefs. Sorry. I can be really stubborn, too. So, please, don't try to change my opinion or my beliefs, it'll just irritate me and make me not like you.background
Danielle's mother is the exact opposite of her father. In a way, her mother is the one who is dominant in the relationship. If people knew how Danielle's father was at home, they'd probably have no respect for him at all. With her mother around, there is no spine to Principal Jones. At home, he is simply Rob. And he replies curtly to that demand. While Danielle's mother, Anna, was pregnant with Danielle's non existent sibling, it was all precious, sweet loving. But then just a few months before the birth of that supposed to be child, Anna was in a car accident. Needless to say she lost the baby that would have been Danielle's older brother. Or maybe after that child, they wouldn't have had Danielle. But she did, and they had. It took a year for her mother to get over it and give into trying to have another child with Rob. He was the one who wanted to try again. And when they had Danielle, she became the little angel in life. Her mother wasn't so welcoming. Her mother wanted a son to raise, someone who could take the reigns. Danielle just sees her mother as demented, but never voices it out. Her family is supposed to be perfect inside and outside, because that's what everyone says. But as usual, her mother was good at playing her part of the perfect, loving mother. Until Danielle turned thirteen. Then she was on her own whenever Daddy wasn't around and her mother became the evil witch from Danielle's favorite childhood stories. What a witch. It became a very fitting nickname that Danielle called her, in or out of ear range. Not that Anna cared since she felt the same way about her own daughter. Twisted mother, right? No one would think it's possible, but some people are just made of ice.
Anyway, Danielle hit middle school and the affect of her mother's oh so loving compassion effected her. She stayed quiet in class and when there was a group project, she did her part then went quiet again. It was something treasured when Danielle spoke up or gave a joy of laughter. Not too many people saw it or heard her voice for very long. This is how she spent the majority of her middle school days. It was when she became a freshman that she felt herself changing in many ways. She became the same shape as her mother and hated her body for quite some time. She discovered what boys were for and that girls were just as cruel as her mother. She learned that her dad did happen to have his own spinal cord and was able to demand control. In her second week of being a freshman, she'd finally cracked a bit of her shell. Only a few people ever stuck around her for long. But she always told herself before going to bed that as long as she had her books, she'd never be so alone. Saying this only made her feel more alone than ever. And because of this twist in her life, she rebelled against everything she ever grew up with. She never outright disobeyed, but she was known after a while to sneak out and drink booze with people she'd met just that night.
By the time she reached her sophomore year, she was full of wonder and amazement from the summer of spending her nights out at parties and her parents oblivious, while her mother bossed the man of the house around. Danielle ignored the demands that were directed at her, simply because she was proving to her mother that she wasn't the only one with balls around the Simmons' residence. And by the time she as Junior Danielle formed a this black pit of resentment against her mother. And her father for being so weak around her mother. That just wasn't real love. That was fake. And she hated being a part of it. It was then she decided to break down the one wall her father had against everything else... and burned down the school. With his castle gone, Danielle only hoped that he'd finally, finally man up and be the father he needed to be. To actually take charge of her insane mother and realize how stupid this family was. ------
I know, I seem like a freak, just like my mother for burning down the school. But in my opinion, it's for the best. Now that my father doesn't have his own place, he has to start from the bottom again, maybe this time, some where along it all, he'll finally be a good husband, a good father and not come weeping to me about it all. I don't want to hear his pathetic complaints about that Witch. I want him to become a man, grab his balls and slap her across the face with them.
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WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: michelle
AGE: eighteen
EXPERIENCE: four years
TIME ZONE: mountain
OTHER CHARACTERS:n.a
Thank God it was Friday. That was all Devon could think in the ridiculous cheerleader uniform she was currently sporting. Because being a cheerleader meant that every Friday you dressed in uniform to show your cheerleader spirit. Too bad it was non existent with Devon. Roman had been the one to sign her up as a cheerleader. He'd never admit it, but she knew it was him behind it. And she was damned if she didn't get her revenge back. She felt ridiculous in the uniform, even though everyone she saw and knew were telling her she looked great. Didn't every cheerleader look great? Wasn't that the whole job of being a cheerleader? Looking good twenty four seven? Whatever.
Devon thought it was and it wasn't her thing. But she needed to keep her smile on and just keep conversing with the people who spoke to her since she couldn't just ignore them. Now that she was cheerleader a number of the younger years looked up to her and though she was the shit that spit out sunshine.
As stated previously, she felt ridiculous. And she was going to do everything she could to get back at her best friend, "Roman Carter, you are so dead." She muttered to herself, looking over at the classroom clock. It told her that the bell for lunch was supposed to have ran already. Stupid school time. She stood up anyway, and gathered her things, ignoring as the teacher kept on talking. There were benefits in being a cheerleader after all, she decided, once she slipped out of the classroom door without one comment from the teacher. She peered down at the uniform and pulled the shirt up a little, hating how the uniform showed off nothing worth showing off. Of course, the one time she'd actually end up in a cheerleader uniform it wasn't even skimpy. She rolled her eyes a little, letting the shirt go so that it would cover up her naval again and just made her way to the cafeteria. Normally, she was supposed to sit with the rest of the cheerleader group, but she was sick of hearing the word cheer and cheerleader and didn't want to hear their loud, annoying voices anymore today. All they did was bug her about Roman Carter anyway. Ha, being his best friend sure came with a lot.
She let her backpack drop onto one of the cafeteria tables, glad that Helton took pride in their cleanliness and appearance. The tables weren't cheap, anyone could tell just by looking at them. And the janitors were hired to clean up any spots and leave the surfaces glistening. Devon hated it but was glad she didn't have to worry about getting her stuff dirty. She pulled her hair down from its high ponytail that was yet another regulation with the school. Hair up, uniform and pristine manner. God, this school was going to kill her one day. It was like the exact opposite of what she was. She ruffled her hair a little, missing the way it felt when it was down, since she'd had it up the whole for school. But she had to tie it back up so she wouldn't get into trouble. Then she pulled at the shirt again and the skirt that went all the way down to her knees. Well it was supposed to, but she'd managed to get a size smaller so that it was shorter, but every cheerleader did that, so there was no reason to actually go with a knee length skirt. She tied her hair back up and plopped down onto the table, not caring that she was sitting on the table, there was no one around to kick her off just yet. She reached into her bag for a while before pulling out of her text books. There was paper sticking out from it, which was really the homework she hadn't finished yet. She pulled out her favorite pen, green ink, and chewed on the end while she looked over the work, not looking up when people started to pile in. She heard her name called a few times, but she just waved a hand not even looking up from her work. Her school work was probably the nerdiest thing about her since she cared about her work being presentable and everything. most people didn't believe she did her own work, but she did. School wasn't something that was difficult for her, just the tedious, time consuming classes...
Devon thought it was and it wasn't her thing. But she needed to keep her smile on and just keep conversing with the people who spoke to her since she couldn't just ignore them. Now that she was cheerleader a number of the younger years looked up to her and though she was the shit that spit out sunshine.
As stated previously, she felt ridiculous. And she was going to do everything she could to get back at her best friend, "Roman Carter, you are so dead." She muttered to herself, looking over at the classroom clock. It told her that the bell for lunch was supposed to have ran already. Stupid school time. She stood up anyway, and gathered her things, ignoring as the teacher kept on talking. There were benefits in being a cheerleader after all, she decided, once she slipped out of the classroom door without one comment from the teacher. She peered down at the uniform and pulled the shirt up a little, hating how the uniform showed off nothing worth showing off. Of course, the one time she'd actually end up in a cheerleader uniform it wasn't even skimpy. She rolled her eyes a little, letting the shirt go so that it would cover up her naval again and just made her way to the cafeteria. Normally, she was supposed to sit with the rest of the cheerleader group, but she was sick of hearing the word cheer and cheerleader and didn't want to hear their loud, annoying voices anymore today. All they did was bug her about Roman Carter anyway. Ha, being his best friend sure came with a lot.
She let her backpack drop onto one of the cafeteria tables, glad that Helton took pride in their cleanliness and appearance. The tables weren't cheap, anyone could tell just by looking at them. And the janitors were hired to clean up any spots and leave the surfaces glistening. Devon hated it but was glad she didn't have to worry about getting her stuff dirty. She pulled her hair down from its high ponytail that was yet another regulation with the school. Hair up, uniform and pristine manner. God, this school was going to kill her one day. It was like the exact opposite of what she was. She ruffled her hair a little, missing the way it felt when it was down, since she'd had it up the whole for school. But she had to tie it back up so she wouldn't get into trouble. Then she pulled at the shirt again and the skirt that went all the way down to her knees. Well it was supposed to, but she'd managed to get a size smaller so that it was shorter, but every cheerleader did that, so there was no reason to actually go with a knee length skirt. She tied her hair back up and plopped down onto the table, not caring that she was sitting on the table, there was no one around to kick her off just yet. She reached into her bag for a while before pulling out of her text books. There was paper sticking out from it, which was really the homework she hadn't finished yet. She pulled out her favorite pen, green ink, and chewed on the end while she looked over the work, not looking up when people started to pile in. She heard her name called a few times, but she just waved a hand not even looking up from her work. Her school work was probably the nerdiest thing about her since she cared about her work being presentable and everything. most people didn't believe she did her own work, but she did. School wasn't something that was difficult for her, just the tedious, time consuming classes...
