turn [remington] the lights [redd] on

[remy]

REMY! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Riley and I've shot for the moon fifteen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via personal message.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

The birth certificate reads remington anne redd
But Everyone Calls Me remy
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for eighteen years
The say I Am jobless
Ive Been Told I Look Like diva atlanta

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall five foot ten inches
And I Weigh one hundred fifty pounds
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced one, two, three, four, five, and six
They always say I look like

Remington isn't what you would call beautiful or drop dead gorgeous, but when most see her they are lost of words. Each strand of her hair is dyed a bleach blond color drawing the eye for a surprise. Remy will go every six months before dying it again and she rarely ever allows the dye to be fully removed and show her natural brown. Normally there are black streaks in front of her ears to spice it up even more. Her hair reaches about six inches past her shoulder and it is completely straight, not a single curl. once in a great while if Remy is having an unusual day, or at least an odd day for to her, she'll twist her hair up into a messy bun or pull into a loose ponytail. The young girl stands five foot ten which is a tall height and she wouldn't have it any other way. Being an average height she is a pretty average weight of one hundred and fifty pounds. Her figure is slightly curvy and she is naturally built thin.

Remy is eighteen years old, which means she is in the perfect skin faze. Finally no more of those ugly red dots and all the cover-up makeup and no wrinkles of old age. . . just a natural pretty look. She has the heritage of French, a small amount of Irish, Canadian, and English so her skin tone is pale, but not quite porcelain. Reflecting off her skin is her divine, bright blue eyes that seem to change from light to dark depending on the weather. Most people find her eyes to be warm and soft, but if she gives someone a dirty look they seem to pierce through their skin. Then again, it takes some effort to get a glare from miss Remy. Her lips are considered a light red, but she thinks of them as more of a light pink with a hint of cherry. Most girl's do tend to make everything more appealing when speaking though, don't they?

Remy has a very distinguished style of her own. She hates to be like anyone else, which must count how she compares her clothes to others as well. A normal outfit for Remington on her average day would be a neon shirt, skinny jeans, long socks, and converse, with bright accessories. Her outfits change according to how she feels at the time she is getting dressed or how she thinks she is going to feel that day. For example if she is feeling lonely or wants to be left alone her outfit may transform into jeans with a plain black shirt, and sneakers. No matter how much her parents disapprove of her 'wild act' of dressing, she loves the way she cuts up her clothes and wheres lime green ties to work. When it's Summer time, Remy will still wear some kind of crazy hat or her long socks, heat doesn't tend to bother her to much.

Like all young women, a favorite thing of Remy to do when she first wakes up is to slip some makeup on her face. Again, her makeup coordinates with her mood. Most likely people see her with mostly eyeshadow and eyeliner, nothing too strong looking. The shape of her face is not rounded, but slightly oval, just a nice shape. A lot of people are insecure about their nose, but this neon loving girl has a cute tiny small nose that needs nothing at all to be more defined. Many would say Remy is just plain proud of the way she looks.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out her bright blue eyes, pale skin, and the black streaks in her blond hair.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore

• men
  
• horses/riding
  
• fruit
  
• neon colors
  
• painting
  

I Abhor

• cleaning/housework
  
• vegetables
  
• very hot weather
  
• swimming
  
• funerals
  

I Rock

• riding/dealing with horses
  
• flirting/dating
  
• trustworthy
  
• thumb wrestling
  
• cooking

I Suck

• chocolate
  
• dressage
  
• secrets
  
• love
  
• singing

I Do

• tends to be attracted to odd numbers and hates even numbers.
  
• when ordering a drink it can't be anything that has a plain white straw, it bugs her to death.
  
• she taps her fingers when she is nervous or under too much pressure.
  
• when she is sick she gets very emotional and may tear up at random things such as hearing someone saying 'hello' to her.
  
• snaps her fingers constantly when she feels unsure about herself.

I Want

• to learn how to become a professional dancer.
  
• begin to trust someone and really know they won't hurt her unless they're doing it for her own sake.
  
• to get married and to fall in love.
  

I Fear

• those massive fluffy moths that suddenly appear in the same room as you and pretty much attack you or at least make you scream in fear.
  
• falling in love. once you're in it, is there a way out of it?
  
• commitment to anything really, not just relationships. it could be something as simple as doing an art project or house project.
  

I Shut up

• takes depression pills.
  
• does drugs every once in a great while.
  
• sneaks into clubs to have a few drinks and dance... what can she say to defend herself? remy loves to party.
  
• has little holes in her back from her childhood because of the cigarettes that were put out on her.
  
• has never kissed anyone or had a boyfriend in that matter.
  

I am

Remington is a nice girl with high hopes for herself. She is extremely out-spoken and isn't afraid to speak her thoughts. Through-out school she would always have to be sent out of her classroom and out to the halls because she would be caught talking during a test, or fighting with the teacher if she been cheating on quizzes. Remy will talk to anyone, she isn't the sort of girl who is in the cliches or believe to be cool you have to hang out the 'the right people',but screw that Remy would be happy enough to talk to a freakin hobo for all she cares. Remy can also act younger then what her real age is, but when people tell her that her reply is simple and quick, 'Live life to the fullest, right?' and that is that. She also has the sweet side to her and she is actually very mature. She wants a constant going life and someone she can rely on. It isn't hard to see if she is in rage, depressed, happy, or shocked... you can see it all straight in her eyes. Which makes it hard for her to lie because you can see the guilt. So, she doesn't tend to lie much, unless she feels she is protecting a friend or family member.

Remy can also be quite competitive, especially when it comes down to horseback riding. She loves to win... but she isn't a huge sore loser like a lot of people are. Remy does it for fun, but when she wants to be serious and really win, she will get down to business. She can be sweet too. Just because she is out-spoken and can be a little wild, she can also be very soft and gentle. She can also be quiet and when she feels nervous or sympathetic she is like a whole different person. She loves to spend time with people and even though she doesn't act it, she tends to barely trust anyone. Remy knows she has a slight trusting problem, but a single person only needs one other to really trust to be able to survive. Her whole image can change if someone needs helps and she turns into Mother Remy in a snap. She has only been like that is is very trustworthy and you never have to worry about her spilling any secret you have exposed to her. She would let you cry on her shoulder and she would gently cradle you in her arms and make you close her eyes, she would cry along with you, but at the same time sooth you. Remington isn't afraid to suffer with people she loves or hates.

The young women also has a natural instinct to protect others. She will go out of her own way to help someone and she is very shameless. She tends to act before knowing the complete truth, but it usually comes out to a good result. Remy tries not to lie and right now she is aiming to just get her life going. She is looking for an apartment, but needs a room mate or someone to buy one with her, so she is beginning to act very stressed out lately. When Remy gets stressed she gets shy around others or just simply won't talk at all. She will take on as many things as she can, but she doesn't sleep well because of her hard past and sometimes things can get out of hand for her. There is one thing that effects everything she does, her emotions will control her. When she feels a certain way her actions will come out of that. Even though Remy has never had a real boyfriend and hasn't yet had the chance to express the romantic side of her she knows exactly what she wants from a guy. Remy is very sweet and she is a romantic type. Though having a home movie and a bag a popcorn with him would be fine with her.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From
Father - Ronald Redd - twenty-nine
Mother - Rosaline Redd - thirty
I Share My DNA With
May have step siblings
I Come From
Maine
But I Live Here Now
Virgina
This Is Who I was

When Remington was first born everything started to go downhill for her entire family. Her mother's boyfriend, or her father, wasn't ready to take responsibility just like most eighteen year old men wouldn't. Setting into a frenzy of stress and panic he took up the likings of alcohol and drugs. Of course, little Remy wasn't effected much by this since her father's target was more of her mother than anyone else. Honestly, Remy didn't know a single thing that was going on. Her mother loved her dearly and would always protect her from her boyfriend's harsh ways. A year later when Remy was able to walk like a little wild thing her mother got married to her boyfriend in fear of having to raise her daughter alone. A fear which is feared by many unmarried mothers.

Everything was the same, but now Rosaline couldn't get away from her drunk husband and only wanted to best of Remy. Fortunately, her husband left her before she was forced to leave him. The shock hit Rosaline with a great deal of pain; sooner leading Remy's mother to start up on drugs to get rid of the suffering and empty feeling. She was at the age of only three when her mother was beginning to abuse or harass her at least three times a week. She would walk to pre-school, which wasn't too long of a way, but her mother was always to high or drunk to drive her. The tiny girl would then come home and learned to dash to her room before her mother caught sight of her. Remy grew up like this before she turned eleven years old and moved her Rosaline to New Hampshire, this worse time of her life.

Rosaline had decided to begin to date other man, usually men who were in gangs. At night when Remington was snuggled up underneath the blanket she would hear a gun shot every now and then, making her terrified of almost everything. She turned out to be a very fearful girl. She was mentally messed up and she hadn't the slightest idea. Remy learned the tricks to avoid the abuse she was forced to take and the simple answer was to: never speak, never walk always run, and stay in her room at all times. She went through this for a straight year and on her twelfth birthday she was alone with a cigarette burn on her back from one of her mother's drunk boyfriends. Deciding to celebrate her own birthday she took a walk, holding back the tears that wanted to spill. That's when she met an angel; Taylor Frost. She accidentally bumped into him when she wasn't paying attention and this man said the most amazing things to her.

"Are you okay, miss?" he had asked her with kind filled eyes. The little miss had been stunned and had nodded, looking down coldly. "Things will get better. They're probably so bad now that it doesn't seem that way. . . but you can only go up from here, right?" his words had passed Remy in amazement, like this man just knew who she was. He patted her head bending down to be her height and smiled gratefully at her. "Why don't you come and see me tomorrow night?" he had handed her a little card before walking off.

Remington went to Taylor every day and he cared for her most of the time and her mother was either out so she didn't know or too drunk/high to care. Taylor was a therapist, which explained how he knew what trouble she was going through on day one and ever since then her mental health become normal, if not better, then anyone. She grew up doing this until she was finally at the age of seventeen and ready to take a stand up to her Rosaline. One day she came home from Taylor's house and saw her mother sitting on the coach, making out with her most recent boyfriend, Jared. "I need to talk to her," she went straight for it. Jared laughed and pushed Remy away and in fury the young teenager screamed it this time. She had to get to her mother one way or another. Rosaline agreed to talk to her for a single minute and then she had to stay out of her life. Satisfied, she could see her mom wasn't drunk at the moment.

The young girl showed her mother the cigarette burns from Jared, the bruises from her, and explained she had been going to Taylor's house every night since she was twelve. Rosaline hadn't realized this and when Remy finally asked her Mom to go see Taylor and that he could help her too, she broke into tears, but decided to do it for her daughter. Another year later her Mom was sober and Jared was no longer with her and now her mother had Remy's support and pride. When she turned nineteen her Mom bought her an apartment that she could live alone in by herself for now. The apartment was out in Virgina in a small town. When she heard about the stable, she decided to get a hobby and maybe teach or groom for some extra food on the table. Though since the young women moved she has found it stressful and has taken up a few drugs and runs to the answer of drinking. Taylor had predicted this may happen, but wanting her to be safe from the option of killing herself, he asked her to take depression pills. Remy has agreed to that and she still takes them if she remembers. She is trying to find herself; it's what most young adults are doing at this age.
This Is Who I am Remy does have nasty little habits of drugs or alcohol use every now and then. She is currently on depression pills which Taylor gave to before she moved to be sure she was safe from, at least, herself.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Men
I Love
- brilliant smile
- good breath
- romantic
- clean
- playful
- cheerful
- confident
- likes to take charge
- sweet
- old fashioned
I Loathe
- way too full of themselves
- seriously too perverted
- has bad b.o.
- pig when eating
- unsure of himself
- not caring
- depressed all the time
Maybe I loved No One
Maybe I Didnt No One

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome

It was a vibrant feeling today. Everything was perfect and everything was amiss at once. The sky was a dim gray with streaks of dark blue continuously revealing itself; acting as the sun was going to come out. But it never did. The fields of fresh green grass carpeted the Earth's ground and blew silently in the warm, enveloped breeze. The pastures were almost bare of the horses, most in eating their grain in sweet pleasure. The environment was peaceful, none less, still. The only thing that ruined that placid moment was the frenzied mare that bolted around her lonely pasture. The mare's mane flowed back with the breeze as her pitch black hooves slammed into the ground, leaving the shape of her hoof behind her. Her muscles flexed as if she were about to kill another savage animal. The nineteen year old kept her distance for now, watching the insane beast run her black heart out. Sorrow filled the teenager's optics; too many people mistook this horse for a death trap when they looked right past the black mare's true beauty. Kelsie saw the potential in her horse and that is all it would take to prove Sapphire needn't to be put down. Kelsie held on tightly to the purple and black lead rope that set in her hand, preparing herself to catch the flashes of black running through the pasture. Taking a deep breath; the orange haired girl opened the wooden fence without hesitation, closing it behind. She double checked the lock, just in case; we didn’t need an accident here.

Sapphire swung her neck around wildly, her optics flashing open and closed like she was having a seizure. It might be hard to believe, but this is what the mare looked like around someone she half trusted. This horse couldn’t trust a human completely, not yet she couldn’t, and Kelsie respected that. Sapphire began to run at her, as if she was ready to trample her. As much as Kelsie was around this horse, you would think she knew better than just stand there. But she stood perfectly still holding up the lead rope and her mare whipped right past her not wanting to get caught. Kelsie smirked quietly to herself and being around the trakehner was really the only time the girl was silent and calm. Most of the time she would be hitting up a conversation or at least moving around in some way, even if it was simply tapping her fingers. Now, she stood like a statue. Sapphire had a very particular pattern with her movements, which did take at least a few weeks with working her before most caught them. Kelsie had, at first, tried doing huge leaps with her horse instead of taking small steps. She tried going from getting Sapphire into the pasture to making an attempt to put a saddle on her. Mistake. This horse could only handle one thing at a time and that one thing for a long time. Putting her a lead rope and leading her around was a good start off instead of tacking up.

“Come on.”

She made a soft kissing noise to get Sapphire’s attention. The horse broke down into a trot, making a circle around Kelsie, like she was playing. Sighing, Kelsie moved so she could face the young mare and raised an eyebrow at her. This was never an easy task. All she simply wanted to do was work with her before she went in and ate inside. Normally, she wouldn’t work with her horse at this time of hour, but she hadn’t had any time earlier. She had been too busy was work until dinner and than Taylor, her old therapist, had called to make sure she and her mother were okay. Not exactly a normal or pleasant phone call.

Because of getting up early this morning, Kelsie had bags that barely showed under her chocolate colored eyes. She had a green sweatshirt on because of the unusual early June weather with a plain white tank top underneath. It was surprising to see that Kelsie looked just plain today, nothing very special about her outfit at all. Even her jeans were a natural dark navy blue, not neon, or torn. Clicking her tongue a few times in a row Sapphire pricked her ears toward her owner and came in a little closer, slowing down her pace. More then anything she wanted to catch Sapphire without a chase. Oh, how nice that sounded! She took a small step toward the black figure who let out a snort in disapproval of being put on a lead. Kelsie only took her horse outside the pasture on one of the mare’s good days and this obviously wasn’t one of those rare days. Sapphire bounced, acting like she was startled, as Kelsie took a tiny step toward her. She reached out her pale hand slowly and gently, knowing it was all about patients. Kelsie softened her eyes as she touched the round surface of Sapphire’s muzzle. The mare stood still with tense aversion, waiting to take off at any moment. Kelsie worked her hand underneath the mare’s chin and then clipped silver top of the leap rope to the silver lope of the halter. Success.

“See? Now that really wasn’t that hard, baby. You should just behave like this from the start instead of that twenty minute wait for me and twenty minute run for you. Do you see any other horses being this difficult for their owners? Hm?”

The nineteen year spoke in a hushed voice, knowing it could look slightly crazy talking to your horse out in the middle of a bare pasture. Yet, she also knew Sapphire needed this kind of affectionate passion offered to her. A strong breeze passed by as the sun began to go down a small bit. Checking her watch, it read 8:30 pm. At least she wouldn’t have to go home for awhile now that she had an excuse not too. It was lonely, sitting in your own apartment and frustrating when your mom calls every five seconds to tell you about her newest boyfriend. The animals misty breath poured from it’s nostrils while having it’s ear straight up and twisting around to hear every movement of noise. The horse’s breath tickled her neck, but she ignored it, not wanting to giggle and frighten her horse. She gave a light tug on the rope and clicked once with her pink tongue, asking the mare to walk on. Instead, the mare made a break for it. Kelsie gripped the leap rope as tight as she could on instinct, but the beast was too strong for her. Sapphire kicked out at Kelsie, so she jumped the rope and got out of the way just in time. Great. Just great. Kelsie took a deep breath, hiding her brown eyes behind her eyelids. There was no way she could catch her mare by herself now.

Status? done <3!
Tagged? open to anyone!
Credit?crazy tasia chica of caution
Notes? ehh... i really have nothing to say [ :!

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[Charlie Parker]