Post by alyc on Jul 15, 2009 18:45:47 GMT -5
Delphinium! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Alyc and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
They call me Alyc and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads DELPHINIUM RENEE IRVING
But Everyone Calls Me DELPHI, DEL, and PHINNY
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 20 years
The say I Am an INTERN at the PINEWOOD GENERAL HOSPITAL, and a BARTENDER at RUMORS DANCE CLUB
Ive Been Told I Look Like LIZZ MOHIN
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'6
And I Weigh 115lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced None yet.
They always say I look like She has thick, long, dark, black hair, showing her Native American heritage. Her dark hair makes her deep brown eyes even darker. She has soft cheeks that make her look younger than she is. Her soft, lightly tanned skin is free of blemishes, acne or freckles. She has a pouty bottom lip and a brilliant smile, full of straight, white teeth.
Her long arms and legs make her look taller than she is. Her small frame shows how skinny she is, often getting her accused on having an eating disorder. She had a model's body, and works out often, giving her a nicely toned body, but not one someone would see as being suitable for farmwork. But they'd be surprised, because she gets her small hands dirty, and works with the toughest of them whenever she can.
Her physical appearance makes it easy for her to wear just about anything she wants. She can fit into any social group, and wear as much or as little clothing as she sees suitable. It just so happens, she tends to think that less is always suitable. Her ribs, collar bone, and hip bones often show, giving her a bit of a sex appeal that can't be explained.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Her smile.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore modeling, dancing, partying, smoking, animals, riding, helping people, sleeping, hanging out with family.
I Abhor girls, facial hair, drugs, lack of internet connection, abuse of any kind.
I Rock dancing, riding, modeling, being around people.
I Suck knowing when to shut up, staying out of other people's business.
I Do She plays with her hair a lot, when she's flirting, nervous, or bored. She taps her nails when she's anxious.
I Want She wants to be a surgeon, get married, and have a family.
I Fear Delphi is afraid of dying alone, or being killed in her sleep.
I Shut up Her little sister is adopted. She often struggles with anorexia.
I am Delphinium is a partier. She loves to go out and get hammered. She is well known for her wild antics, weither she's been drinking or not. She tends to end up showing a lot of skin, sometimes taking her clothes all the way off when she gets drunk. She'll make-out with people at parties, if she knows them or not, as long as she finds them attractive. So, maybe she's a bit of a slut, but no one seems to mind, except for other girls.
She's a very smart young woman, or so her grandparents tell her. She doesn't show her intelligence around anyone but her family, not much caring what people think of her. Though, when she's at the hospital, she's all business, quite interested in furthering her career, not making friends with other interns. She is competative and caring when it comes to patients, not thinking about anything else.
With her family she's a perfect angel, not wanting them to know about her... other activities. Even though they know, they don't really care as long as she's the picture of good behavior around them. Her grandparents do nothing but spoil her and her siblings, but it hasn't gone to any of their heads. She's typicially quiet at home, hiding out in her room and studying, avoiding the fights she and her siblings often have.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Robyn Irving, a vetrinarian, and George, a lawyer, died, ten years ago in an automobile accident, going to pick up their adopted, eight year old daughter from her horseback riding lessons.
I Share My Dna With Ashley, her twin brother. He's a stablehand, and a struggling musician. He has a bit of a rugged/ grunge rocker look. Hollywood, her adopted sister. She is 18, and works at the record store. She is a little bit of a punk.
I Come From Maryland
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, with her grandparents.
This Is Who I was Delphinium and Ashley grew up together, getting along very well. They had loving parents, and were quite content with their life. Their parents decided that they didn't want to have any more kids, but they would like to bring another into their home when the twins were about four. They adopted the two year old Hollywood, and she was welcomed into their home. The three children played together as they got older, all artisticly inclined, their personalities meshed well. Delphinium had her dancing, Ashley had guitar and singing, and Hollywood had photography, and all three rode horses. They all had their own ponies, being very spoiled children.
When Ashley and Delphinium were ten, they were spending time with the neighbors kids, when their parents went to pick up Hollywood from her lesson. Hollywood stayed for hours, waiting for them, and the neighbors finally called the police. Delphinium and Ashley didn't find out until they arrived at the hospital, and Hollywood was there with her riding instructor. They never said anything, but both twins secretly blame Hollywood for thei parents death.
She made friends easily, and it was obvious at a young age that she would be a heartbreaker. She flew through Elementary School, all of the teachers loving her. When she got to Junior high, she hit a rough spot. Puberty was hell. She gained weight, and boys didn't like her. She wore baggy clothes, and hid in the corner. She had friends, all of them loners like her though. Then came high school. She continued getting good grades, until she started to lose what her grandmother called 'baby fat'. Then she met boys... Her grades slipped, and her grandparents grabbed the reigns. They pulled her back in, but couldn't keep her for long. She soon started sneaking out of the old white house, slipping down the porch, and off to see some boy.
When she was 16, she got to graduate early, and went away to college. She was away for four years, recently returning. Her grandparents were estatic, but Hollywood and Ashley felt differently. Hollywood and Delphinium had fought constantly, before Delphinium left. Ashley was also a bit unhappy, he and Hollywood got along fine, and they had the big brother, little sister bond, while Delphinium tended to be bitchy towards Hollywood, upsetting her. She didn't really care though, what they thought didn't matter, her grandparents were the ones letting her live there.
This Is Who I am She still loves the town, though she's tired of the boys. She wants something new, something fresh. She wants to have some fun, tired of having the same old routine.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust straight
I Love muscles, big hands, dark hair, dark eyes.
I Loathe facial hair, acne, body odor, red heads.
Maybe I loved None really serious, typically flings.
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome This room feels so empty, but so close. My chest feels tight as I stare at the computer screen, and hold in a scream. The tendons in my fingers tighten as I grip my hair, threatening myself with my short locks. Get a hold of yourself. You’re a big girl. My wrist turns down, and I feel the tension on my roots. The grip gets tighter as hair tries to slip between my fingers. I’m just so fucking frustrated with this. My eyes shut tight, I try to remember the last couple hours of my life. The last thing I remember… It was eight o’clock at night… And then it’s all dark, and the bright red digits on my clock say it’s one in the morning. How did I get in my bedroom? I swear I was in the kitchen… On the phone… I just know I was. So how the fuck did I get here?
This has been a reoccurring thing for me… Get stressed, black-out, and somehow…I’m somewhere else, and I don’t know how I got there. Hours pass, and people are angry with me. I used to hear voices in my head… And they’d yell at me as I looked in the mirror… They are gone… Possibly because I’ve broken every mirror in the house. Sometimes I forget what my face looks like, and I pretend it’s beautiful. I think I preferred the laughter of the voices, at least then, I had an idea of what was happening… But this… I can’t even explain it to the people I hurt when I’m out… I was possessed? I don’t believe in God, or Satan, so that would just be silly.
Running my fingers down my face, my nails snag something, and a warm, sticky liquid runs down my face. The thick, metallic tasting liquid runs over my lips, and into my lap. It’s blood. These unexplained injuries are going to get me into trouble one day. Reaching out, slowly, I see cuts along my knuckles…what did I do? It doesn’t matter. I jiggle my mouse, and my computer flashes to life. There are internet windows open, I don’t know how they got there. On the toolbar is a Word document, and I click it.
“Dear Rebecca.” I read slowly. “You do not know me, but I think it is time I introduced myself.” why am I writing a letter to myself? “I am Tiffany. I am an eight year old girl, and we are the best of friends.” I stare at the screen. That’s it? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I don’t know anyone named Tiffany.
I go to one of the internet windows. Silly little games for children are on it… Tiffany?
My fingers graze the keyboard, and I’m at a search engine. Another group of strokes, and I’m looking up unexplainable blackouts. Nothing. Nothing to explain ‘Tiffany.” Maybe I’ll talk to my psychology teacher tomorrow, and see what he says.
I walk the floor to my bed, and lay down to stare at the ceiling for six hours, until it’s time to get ready for school. The dark is so peaceful, and the silence is calming. I want to stay here forever. I let the cold surround me, and ignore the blanket next to me on the bed. My toes curl and uncurl as the minutes tick by, and my eyes grow heavy, but I don’t sleep. But don’t think I’m not trying. I haven’t slept for days, afraid of the blackness that my mind has become. I think up stories. I think about how things would be for me, if it weren’t for my childhood. What if my sister and I hadn’t been raped when we were just small. What if, later, we hadn’t had to sit there and watch as our mother was raped, and our lives were threatened. Or, what if we had died one of those days that I thought for sure we would. What if it was all over? The razor blade on my desk was enough of an answer for me. There were no ‘what if’s’. All there was, was me, and this battle that waged inside of me. Inside of my head. But it was obvious who would win, and it wasn’t me.
Light filled my room as the door was swung open before my alarm. “Get up, you have a mess to clean up.” a man’s voice complained. I sat up, looking for his shape as my eyes adjusted to the light. “Don’t give me that look, get the fuck up.”
Trudging down the stairs, I could hear bacon sizzling, or was it sausage? My face lifted to allow my nose to sniff the air. Bacon. My feet carried my faster down the stairs, thoughts of a delicious breakfast in my mind. My feet were moving almost too fast, and I stumbled down the last step, catching myself with my face. “Fuuuck!” I growled. “Watch your fucking mouth.” I heard, a permanent drunk slur in my dad’s voice. He most likely had a hangover… But when didn’t he. Maybe that was why he was rushing to make pancakes, bacon and eggs. But, I’ve only lived with him for sixteen years, what do I know?
“How’d you sleep?” Greg asked, sitting a plate in front of her. “Fine.” she lied, taking a fork and digging it into the soft and fluffy pancakes. If my father was good at anything, it was cooking. Sure, he was big and tough, being a marine did that to you. He had the shiniest bald head I’d ever seen , and the biggest biceps. He could shoot a deer, gut it and drag it home in the dead of winter. Yea, my dad was a great man. He knew how to take care of his family. Too bad he was an ass hole to his youngest child. Sure, she meant that he couldn’t go do whatever he wanted, she meant he still had to be a mature father, and watch over her. When she fucked up, he had to fix it, that was just how it worked, and he couldn’t get over it.
Fatherhood wasn’t his forte. When he met Roxanne though, he was in love When she said they should get married, he agreed. When she wanted a kid, he agreed. When she wanted another, he agreed. When she wanted three more, he agreed. Now they were all grown up, except for Rebecca.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
