Post by danielromero on Jul 25, 2009 0:06:34 GMT -5
DANNY! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Ari and I've shot for the moon 15 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM's.
Ktxbi.
They call me Ari and I've shot for the moon 15 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM's.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Daniel Cruz Romero
But Everyone Calls Me Dan, Danny
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for AGE 20
The say I Am Stablehand
Ive Been Told I Look Like Pablo Lyle
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 6'0
And I Weigh 145
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced None
They always say I look like
Everyone in Danny's family is pretty tall, and Danny is no exception. He stands 6'0 flat, and due to his love for sports, he is pretty muscular and strong. Still, Danny has never been "big", so he's lean and almost skinny. If he didn't do sports and work out in the weight room a lot, Danny would be a scrawny, thin man, and it takes a lot of effort to keep his muscle mass up. His hands, perfect for basketball, are pretty big and his fingers long and skilled. He also has huge feet, a fact which makes it very hard for him to find a decent pair of shoes that fits. Danny's main gripe about himself is his feet. Since he is Mexican, his skin is a deep, gorgeous caramel color. It's true, he does get a lot of crap for being Mexican, and Danny hates every minute of it. But he has never been one to get in a fight, so he keeps his mouth shut. All in all, he has a very good body. The girls like it, at least.
Danny has a very handsome face too. His cheekbones are high and chiseled, matching his sharp jaw. His eyes are dark- in some light, they look almost black, but usually they shine a deep chocolate-y brown. His eyebrows are a bit on the bushier side, and he really isn't a fan of them. Danny's hair is dark brown- a lot of people think that it's black but he is quick to assure them that it is really just a very, very dark brown. It curls slightly at the ends, and if he were to grow it long it would probably be a bit curly. But Danny despises having hair longer than the nape of his neck, and always keeps his hair trimmed short.
If you were to ask Danny about his fashion sense, he would look at you for a second, maybe squint an eye or raise an eyebrow. "Fashion sense?" he would reply, "Me?" and then he would laugh. Because in the full sense of the word, Danny has no idea what "fashion" means. Clothes, to him, are bits of fabric used to keep you warm and cover what nobody wants to see. As he learned in middle school, if you wear clothes with the right brand names, you get extra popularity points. But Danny could never afford clothes from stores like abercrombie and hollister. Instead, he figured out that if he shopped at consignment stores and bought stuff that had tags from all those brand-name stores, he would fit in just fine. After high school though, when the clothes you wore didn't matter anymore, Danny simple wore the clothes he liked. Basketball shorts and loose t-shirts, occasionally jeans if it was cold out. He also has a necklace made of hemp that he usually wears. Now don't get me wrong, Danny hates wearing jewelry- usually. This particular necklace was given to him by his sister, Antonia, before she left for college. He always wears it to remember her.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Hair, skin, height
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore sunsets; walking in the woods; basketball; running; chocolate; his family
I Abhor drugs; alcohol; money; talking about his dad; school; cleaning
I Rock very sensitive; good at making friends, good at sports
I Suck always overthinks things; can't talk to girls; has a really bad short-term memory
I Do blushes a lot; has slight OCD; runs his hand through his hair when he's stressed out
I Want To go to college
I Fear Never going to college; someone in his family dying; one of his siblings not going to college; gangs; getting lost
I Shut up His family's poverty.
I am
When a lot of people go through a tragedy, it really messes them up. They start cutting, turn anorexic, decide to hate the world, or something else crazy. Not Danny. Maybe he was messed up, but not in the sense that most were. Ever since his father died, Danny became very shy. He wasn't shy to an extreme- he would talk, but he rarely initiated conversation. He mainly just doesn't like talking about himself, which makes him well-liked by a lot of people (because most people absolutely love talking about themselves). He hated talking about money especially, and whenever the conversation would turn to money Danny would become deathly silent. The other thing Danny hates talking about is his father. Usually when people find out that Danny's father is dead, the conversation quickly turns very very awkward. Despite his shyness, Danny was always pretty popular. He is really into sports, so that was really a plus in helping him make friends. I suppose you could say that he is the "strong and silent" type.
Here's another way that Juan's death changed his son. At five years old, Danny became "the man of the house." Of course, being so young, this responsibility didn't really mean anything for several years, but it meant a lot to Danny. He has taken it upon himself to always protect his younger siblings, no matter what. This might be why he decided to give Antonia his place in college. And not just with his siblings, Danny is a natural leader. Not because he is outgoing, which he isn't at all. He just has a sort of... draw to him. Just a sort of feel that he is a leader. Or maybe this is just because he isn't a follower at all. Danny marches to his own beat, so to speak. For example, he has never been into drugs. All of his friends had tried drugs at some point in their life, but Danny always just saw drugs as stupid. Sure, he's had a couple drinks at parties, and even gotten drunk once, he tells himself that he will never have enough to actually get him or others hurt. And so far, he's been right.
Danny is very sweet and sensitive; an unintentional ladies man, if you will. He is good at tuning in to the emotions of others and acting accordingly, causing all the girls to swoon over him (his looks help with that too). But the thing is, Danny always feels super awkward and uncomfortable around girls. Once they get around the initial hook, they realize that he really knows nothing about being a boyfriend, and that's a turnoff for most. Danny really prefers to be friends with girls, but even then, things can get crazy. Danny is a simple man; he doesn't like fancy things and complications and the sorts. And very few girls are like that, so sometimes it's hard for him to get along with them.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Mother; Ramona Romero - 38 -secretary
Father; Juan Romero - Deceased
I Share My Dna With Antonia Rose Romero - 19 - Because of the small age difference, Antonia and Danny are very close. Antonia lives in San Diego though, so it's harder for them to keep in contact. Antonia is very beautiful, and very ambitious.
Guadalupe (Lupe) Ramona Romero - 16 - Lupe is the youngest daughter, and a real comedian. She can make anyone laugh and cheer anyone up even on the darkest of days.
Juan Carson Romero - 14 - Juan, the youngest of the Romero's never knew his father. He is a solemn boy, but very smart and very into sports. Although he rarely speaks, he is exceptional at listening.
I Come From San Diego, California
But I Live Here Now Pinewood
This Is Who I was
From the moment Ramona found out she was pregnant, she knew that her child would have an uphill life of starts and stops, potholes and ditches, tears of joy and tears of sorrow. Ramona was an 18 year old farmer's daughter, and the baby's father, Juan, was a 21 year old farmer. They lived in one of the many poor rural parts of Mexico, and the pregnancy was the result of an unplanned fling, late at night. Juan knew that the only thing he could do was marry Ramona, and so propose he did. They were married only weeks later, hoping to disguise her pregnancy till they were actually married. However, Ramona's father found out that his daughter had been pregnant before the marriage, and his fury was unmatched. He disowned his daughter. Desperate, the young lovers made the rash decision to come to America, in search of a better life for their future child. They left in the dead of night, as to avoid drama with Ramona's father, and used an underground tunnel that Juan's friends had told them about. The words "Illegal Immigrant" hung cold and dank that night, but the word "Desperate" was a solid fact that couldn't be ignored. The couple reached San Diego and Juan started the search for a job. Problem was, nobody wanted to hire a young Mexican who only spoke a couple words of English and couldn't come up with citizen papers or an ID. It took months, but eventually a struggling auto repair company realized they could use Juan's skill with automobiles and hired him for minimum wage. Juan and Ramona knew they would get nowhere in America without identification, so Juan got help from another Mexican working at the auto repair shop, and the couple was set up with fake identification and papers.
Soon enough, in the single tiny bedroom of their tiny apartment, a baby boy was born. They named him Daniel Cruz. Only months after little Daniel was born though, Ramona discovered that she was pregnant- again. She knew that they could hardly afford another baby, but abortion wasn't an option and she hadn't heard of adoption. So one struggling year later, a baby girl was born and dubbed Antonia Rose. Juan's meager minimum wage was far from enough to support a family with two babies, so Ramona learned enough English to land a job as a waitress and earn a little more than minimum wage. It was barely enough, but they scraped by. By the time Daniel was three years old, his apartment had been foreclosed twice, he had lived on the streets for a total of one month, his parents had been through a total of ten different jobs, and his mother was pregnant for a third time. It was a given that the children would never attend preschool. When Guadalupe was born, the family was hundreds of dollars in debt with no idea how to pay it off. Five year old Daniel had experienced things many teenagers had never seen: gang fights in the alley behind the shack of Juan's friend that the family often stayed in; life on the streets; a family of five surviving in a one bedroom apartment; a family of five surviving on minimum wage- to name a few. And Ramona was pregnant again. The year Daniel was five was the year when everything changed.
It happened when their apartment was foreclosed for the third time. Desperate to keep his family off the streets, Juan asked his best friend Terry if the family could spend a couple nights in his living room. Terry agreed. They arrived at his little house at eleven o clock pm, and Juan and Ramona were carrying the three sleeping children. Terry lived in one of the sketchier parts of town, where gangs were known to make appearances. In fact, his house was right by an alley that was commonly used for gang fights. Of course Juan and Ramona knew this, but they were willing to risk it if the trade meant a roof over their head versus sleeping on the sidewalk. After all, gang fights rarely ended up breaking into houses. At about midnight, a gang fight started. It was louder than usual, and little Danny couldn't sleep from the noise. He crept silently into his parents bed, and knew that they were awake. "Papa," he whispered, and Juan looked up at his son. "There are bad guys outside." Juan nodded. "I know, son. Cover your ears with your pillow." Danny nodded, and crawled back into bed. He rammed his pillow over his head, but he still couldn't sleep. "Papa!" he cried, from his bed. Juan got up slowly, and walked over to his son. "Shhh. Don't wake Antonia and the Lupe up." "But Papa," Danny sobbed, "The bad guys! Make them stop!" then he broke down to all-out bawling. Antonia and Lupe woke up, and soon all three children were wailing. "Papa make them stop!" Daniel bawled, trembling. By then, Terry was up too. Having had a little too much to drink, Terry got it into his head that he could break up the fight. Juan and Ramona tried to hold him back, knowing that only death could come from this insanity. But he was stronger than the two of them combined, and he burst outside yelling drunkenly at the gangs. Crazed with fear for his best friend, Juan followed, grabbed Terry, and tried to drag him back in, or at least cover his mouth so the gangs couldn't hear the profanities and abuse he yelled at them. Ramona screamed at the children to go hide in their beds, and watched, face pressed against the window. The two little girls obeyed, terrified, and hid under their blankets. Danny however, didn't want to miss the action. He refused to move from his mother's side. It happened in two deadly shots, aimed with an expert's precision. Bang. Bang. Each shot shook the earth, resounded miles away. Bang. Bang. A fact that couldn't be denied. Two lives were taken that night, and four were shattered. At the sound of the shots, Ramona pushed Danny to the ground, yelling, "Get your goddamned head under the covers now!" The five-year old knew she was not to be crossed, and hurriedly shoved himself under his covers, shaking uncontrollably. Ramona hurried out onto the streets, silently as she could in order to avoid angering the gangs. "Jaun!" she shrieked. "Juan, talk to me! Get up now! Juan.... Terry.... no...." because by the time she was out there she was too late. Juan had been shot squarely in the chest, Terry in the head. They were dead on impact. Ramona collapsed on the sidewalk, lay there all night beside her dead lover, and fell asleep to the sounds of a gang fight that mercifully ignored the distraught woman. The three children trembled in their covers all night long.
The next morning came in a blurry haze, and Ramona came in to the shack to find her children all huddled together in Danny's bed, fast asleep with eyes red and puffy from crying. She sat beside them, staring straight ahead, till they began to wake up. Danny looked at his mother, looked around the room, and looked back at his mother, eyes too hollow, too broken for any five-year old. "Mama," he whispered. "Is Papa dead?" Ramona blinked at him, swallowed the lump in her throat. "Yes," she whispered. "Children, your Papa is gone." Lupe, the confused two year old, stared at her mother. "Dead?" she asked, unfamiliar with the word. Ramona nodded slowly. "You will never see your Papa again. He has gone to a different place. It is called heaven. Heaven is the best place to be- everything is good there. There are no fights and nobody ever cries...." and then she broke down and sobbed. The whole time, Danny had been staring straight at his mother, calculating. He suddenly burst into tears. "Mama! It's my fault Mama! I made Papa be dead!" he was hysterical. Shocked, Ramona shook her head violently. "Daniel Cruz! Never say such a thing! Of course this is not your fault!" But Danny shook his head. "But it is, Mama. Because I told Daddy to make the bad guys stop! But they didn't stop!" and here he sobbed even harder- "They shooted him and Terry too." Eventually, Danny stopped insisting that it was his fault, but still, he knew. He knew that, indirectly, he had killed his father.
Instead of becoming weaker, Ramona grew stronger with her husband's death. She asked her coworker if the children and Ramona could stay at her house till they got back on their feet, and the coworker, a middle-aged widow named Julie agreed wholeheartedly. Julie then offered to teach Ramona and the children English. During the day, Julie tutored the three children in English and helped Danny and Antonia learn to read and write. At night, after Ramona worked, Julie tutored her in English, reading, writing, and arithmetic. Danny attended kindergarten at the local public school. At first, he was one of the worst in his class, but with Julie's patient help, he soon improved. Julie asked for no payment for her help. She was a godsend. When little Juan was born, Julie helped deliver and care for him while Ramona worked. Soon, Julie's help enabled Ramona to attend a community college. She worked nights at a local bar and tried to give all her wages to Julie, who wouldn't accept them. By the time Danny was nine, Ramona had a job as a secretary with a decent amount of pay, and the family had moved out of Julie's house into their own apartment. Things for the Romero family were starting to look up. The kids were doing all right in school, Ramona had a job. Still, it was a hard life as a single parent who wasn't even legally supposed to live in the states. The Romeros were always poor, and Danny was always embarrassed. He was always pretty popular because of his funny, social nature, but while his friends were wearing the hottest new styles from brand name stores, Danny had to buy from discount stores and get brand name stuff from consignment stores. The poverty was especially hard on his sister, Antonia.
By the time Danny was in high school, he had pretty much gotten used to living in relative poverty. He played basketball, and was one of the top players on the team. In fact, the coaches fully expected him to get a full ride to college from basketball scholarships. However, he didn't do quite so well academically. His grades were low, usually C's, and he was thisclose from being kicked off the basketball team. By his senior year, Danny was getting D's and the occasional B or C. He was kicked off the basketball team, and all his hopes for college were washed down the drain. He came home one day and was surprised to find his mother waiting for him at the table. He was expecting the worst news, and then she told him the best: they had enough money to send him to a state college. Danny was elated. He would be the first one in his family to go to college, and he could finally get a high-paying job and help support his family. And then he remembered Antonia. It was her lifelong dream to become an equine veterinarian... and the way Danny saw it, if he went to college, he would be taking away his sister's hope. And so, that day, Danny made the hardest decision of his life. He told his mother that he wouldn't go to college; that he would instead let Antonia use the money. He would get a job, and he would make enough money to send himself to college. He knew it would take years, and maybe he would even be middle-aged before he got to college. But he would do it before he died. And it would be easier for him to get a job that it was for his parents because he was actually a US citizen. However, there are so many Mexican immigrants in San Diego that no one wanted to hire Danny, an inexperienced teenager. So he did something he would never do: he followed his sister's advice and got a job with horses, of all things. Danny really knows nothing about horses- just that working as a stablehand at Pinewood is a paying job.
This Is Who I am I'm trying to send myself to college.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Straight
I Love laid-back; laughs a lot; doesn't care what she looks like; intelligent; tall
I Loathe way into clothes and makeup; girly-girl; uptight; ditzy
Maybe I loved They don't matter.
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome I hope it's all right that it's from a horse RPG :]
There is a scientifically proven study that everyone's favorite word is their name. It makes them happy to hear there name, especially coming out of the mouth of something who a: they love or b: loves them. But how bout someone both hates and is hated by the party whose name is being said? Hearing your name said by your sister should be an average thing, but what if your sister is the one who completes that relationship of mutual hatred? Sure, everyone hates their sister sometimes: "Mooom, Katy's using my shampoo again!" and "Ugh, stupid Tracy is so annoying! And she always gets everything she wants." But to hate your sister so much that ever morning you wake up and know that you have her to face and that simple fact makes you never want to get up... makes you want to die. To hate her so much that you wish she were dead. To hate her like this every single freaking hour of every single freaking day of every single freaking month of every single freaking year every single second of it. To have a sister who ruined your life and never looked back... let me ask you this then: do you like to hear her say your name? No, of course not. It fills you with dread. It makes you want to curl up and die but first you have to kill her. It makes you hate the world and everything in it. It makes you want to be dead.
Satan? She knew that voice anywhere. Even from a distance, even from so far away that she couldn't even see her sister. Why the hell was Fantasy saying her name? Satan clearly wasn't in her sight... curious, Satan walked silently closer till she could see Fantasy behind a wall of ruins, talking to a cream colored stag. Fantasy did always get all the brutes, Satan thought bitterly. But now... this was not the Fantasy she knew. This Fantasy was different.... but how? And then it hit her like lightning and she almost stumbled. This Fantasy was.... broken. And that was such a novelty... god, strong Fantasy, invincible Fantasy, perfect amazing sweet kind disgusting evil heartless cruel false lying Fantasy... broken. It was a strange thing to see, and it made Satan think. It marked the final disintegration of her past the beginning of the future. For Fantasy it was awful... but for Satan it was nothing but pure shining hope.
The worst part is, she still walks. I did not physically kill her. I don't wish I had, but you see, She haunts me. She reminds me of the misdeeds I have done. I stole her hope away. Her kindness, her love. I burned it, and threw the ashes to the wind. She is denied every peace, and in that way, she attempts to take it from others as well. I have always had everything I had ever wanted. Been better than her at everything, but it got me nothing but this. I am in an awful state and yet she is no better off. Much worse, even. I am still given the better side after all I have done. Why?I feel the guilt of what I have done. but I don't know a solution. Anyway, after all that I have done, don't I deserve to answer for it? Oh god... Satan's head was suddenly spinning and she felt as if she was in a space ship falling to earth, watching her ship shatter before her eyes and yet why why didn't she feel happy by this? Relieved? Any normal equine would feel justified by this confirmation of her hatred. What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe Fantasy was right. Maybe she was dead mentally. Maybe she was but a zombie, walking this earth in search of meat and meat was her sister... burned it and threw the ashes to the wind... was there really no hope? ...she is no better off... wow glad to see you're finally waking up dog... don't I deserve to answer for it.... don't i deserve to answer for it.... don't I deserve.... something within Satan was exploding. She was in fire, a minefield, breaking down and falling apart...
yes! you deserve to answer for it bitch. Fueled by exploding bombs and shrapnel, Satan took a step forward towards her sister, aiming to kill. This time there would be no excuses, no second-guessing herself. This time would be different. She would attack out of nowhere, and her daggers would slice through Fantasy's skin like a carving knife through butter. Blood would gush scarlet and fresh, and the air would be tainted with rusty sweet salt. Fantasy's screams would pound the ruins till they shattered and oh she would answer for it. She would answer for every freaking moment of Satan's life that she had stolen, oh she would answer for it. And Satan was thisfreakingclose to charging straight ahead when something stopped her. Satan... what are you doing? This isn't how you operate, Satan. You're smarter than this. You do things methodically, you think things through. You make sure that when the impact comes, it will hurt as much as possible. And if you kill her now... well this is what she wants. To die. You'll be granting her a wish and since when are you a freaking Fairy Godmother? As much as Satan hated to admit, that little voice was right. She was smarter than that, and she had a plan.
It grew inside her mind, starting out a tiny red seed and she watered it with anger and hatred. It grew quickly- too quickly and soon it was all she thought about. It took up her entire mind, and it kept growing. The branches reached around her cranium and strangled her brain, strangled every last hope she had of being human. Of being normal. No, the plan hadn't taken that. Fantasy had. Her thoughts came fast and logical, like numbers. Do to her what she did to you. Flame. Dead. Get Revenge. She'll fall in love soon. It's obvious, she couldn't go through life not loving. It's who she is. It's programmed inside her, she's looking for love without even knowing it. You won't have to wait long. Kill him. Kill her love and then, only then will you have revenge. And don't kill her. No, never kill her. Because only living will she know what you felt. Become a zombie Satan, become the living dead. And when you find your prey... bite. Hard.
And she will join you.
word count;; 1,100
listening to;; in the end- linkin park
comments;; Bahahaha I love Satan. She gives me so much muse xD
Thanks Isa for helping =]
