Post by » daphne taylor . on Sept 27, 2008 1:31:04 GMT -5
THIS LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT
QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE
QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE
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» Your Alias; Aleyah
» Age: 16
» Years Role playing: 6-7
» Random Fact about yourself: i like cheese.
I WANT A BRAND NEW HOUSE
ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS
ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS
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» First Name; Daphne
» Middle Name: Claire
» Last Name: Taylor
» Nickname (s): Daph, Dee-dee, D.
»Age: 18
»Gender: Female
»Sexual Orientation: Straight
I WANT A NEW TOUR BUS
FULL OF OLD GUITARS
FULL OF OLD GUITARS
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» Face Claim: Mandy Moore
» Height: 5"10
» Weight: 128 lb
» Natural hair Color: Brunette
» Current hair Color: Brunette
» Eye Color: right one is blue, left one is green
» Birthmarks: a cloud-like shape on her middle lower back
» Scars: two coming up from her right lip, very faint.
» Distinguishing Features: her heterochromia (double coloured eyes).
» Tattoos: pair of cartoonish angel wings on her left hip
» Piercings: one in each lobe.
MY OWN STAR
ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
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» Likes:
english, thinking, cats, punk music, japanese music, the colour green
» Dislikes:
her past, dogs, try-hards, the colour pink, calculus
» Bad Habits:
nail biting, glaring for no reason.
» Random Habits:
bites her lip when she's thinking
» Secrets:
she secretly wants to talk again, but can't
» Random Fact:
daphne is a mute.
» Favorite Smells:
vanilla, jasmine
» Favorite Movies:
a walk to remember, step up
» Favorite Foods:
pizza, rocky road
» Favorite Words:
freedom, blue bird, aquamarine
» Favorite Colors:
lime green, forest green
» Hobbies:
fighting, horse riding, creative writing, composing music
I'M GONNA TRADE THIS LIFE
FOR FORTUNE AND FAME
FOR FORTUNE AND FAME
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» Parents:
gregory leonardo taylor -- thirty seven
isabelle samantha taylor -- thirty five
» Siblings:
steven alexander taylor -- deceased at 17
» Good Memory:
going to the AFI concert
» Bad Memory:
the car crash
» Random Memory:
waking up in a hospital room, trying to scream, but no sound coming out.
» History:
Her small, nimble hands were what groped for a good future. She wished and hoped against many others wills for a reach of salvation, or a reason of good will anyways. She had smoked, done drugs, and had sex at least once, but she was a hard one to understand. She was always hard to understand, and she never spoke to anyone. She never spoke at all. Daphne had been mute since she was 13. That's Five years. She was in a car accident when she was 13, and she had never spoken since. Was it because her older brother had died in the car accident (they were very close) and she had been so traumatized that she had never spoken again? I've heard stories of people's eyes changing colour when traumatized, which Daphnes did. her left eye changed from blue to green, the recessive gene colour. She had turned into one of those "troubled teens", everyone talked about (though she was troublesome before).
Sure, before she had been quite the troublemaker. Always setting spiders loose on the popular, preppy kids of her grade, hanging out with the "troubled teens", doing things a thirteen year old usually wouldn't be doing. But the car accident had changed her. She had changed. She was quite the chatterbox before, but now... Well, she didn't speak a word. She had been to counseling, but that didn't work. But she never reverted back to her old ways… In a sense, Daphne was still the troublemaker, but she was more secretive, more sinister. Daphne became the talk of the town, in their small neighborhood.
Her dreams most constantly dwelled on the day she had lost her ability to speak. They haunted her, and she always saw her older brothers face. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she'd wake up, and start crying, with no sound. She was always haunted by her decision to sneak out of the house with him and go see A.F.I in concert, but it was when they were coming back, drunk as a skunk, that another car, with another drunk driver, had smashed into them.
Many people said it wasn't Daphne's fault, but she still blamed herself, and in her mind, would scream and yell and sob and speak to her hearts content. But she never did aloud. She never spoke again, after the accident. She still dwells on the time she lost her ability to speak, five years ago. It may seem like a long time to you or me, but to Daphne, it seems like just yesterday.
HEY, HEY
I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR
I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR
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» Sample Post:
BRANDI watched Jagger with amusement, her clear blue eyes sparkling. She giggled at his attempt to look cute, but still be a Johns, her hand going up to her mouth to stifle the giggle. She wondered if the person who ran the gossip pages was inside the hard rock café, watching every move. She and Trish had already been spoken about, and before she met jagger, she would have been scared stiff, but now, she didn’t care. Not in the slightest. The gossip page had so much incorrect information, that one would wonder how everything went on. So she didn’t worry anymore. Almost all of her fears and insecurities were wide open for Jagger to see, but around others, she was the shy, weird girl, never really talking, always blushing, and always looking away. It was amazing to see her come this far. Brandi always felt like her heart wanted to fly out of her chest now, but if her heart belonged to Jagger, why then, was it still with her, and not flying free?
SHE pouted in the most adorable way, when Jagger smirked at her, her eyes going all big and pretty much, like a puppy. She couldn’t hold the face for long, though, and giggled again, looking towards the floor of the Volvo, blushing fiercely. She looked up, and raised an eyebrow, looking slightly skeptic. ”And if you’re built like a god, then what am i?” Brandi smiled cutely, and allowed her fingers to intertwine with Jaggers. This relationship of theirs, well, one would say that it was as natural as breathing, which only death could stop. So fuck other people, and fuck what they said. But even so, there was no way that Brandi would lose her virginity in the back of a Volvo. The blonde seventeen year old wanted that part to be special. She didn’t care how many girls Jagger had slept with, because that was in the past, and there would be no need to make that resurface.
RAISING an eyebrow, Brandi laughed, and shrugged. Like before, it was in the past. Nothing mattered but them, at this moment in time, anyways. And there wouldn’t have been any other way that Brandi would want this to happen. She wouldn’t change a thing, even if jagger did propose to her in the front seat of a Volvo. She blushed again, and just as she went to avert her eyes, Jaggers lips met hers again, and she returned the kiss with a sweet shyness, letting Jagger lead. ”I love you more.” She spoke softly against his lips, a small smile forming, and she giggled. Here she was, getting married- well, eloping would be the more appropriate term at the current situation, with the love of her life. And she wouldn’t be getting cold feet now. Not now- not ever.
AND it wasn’t even her fault when she started laughing, as Jagger backed out. She redid her seat belt up, and ruffled her curly blonde hair, a large smile spreading across her face. She was laughing at Jaggers incoherent babbling, and his mind working much faster than Brandi was used to. This amused her to no extent, because Jagger looked like a kid in a candy store at the moment. ”Jag, calm down, I don’t want my fiancee getting a headache- wow. Fiancee…” Brandi’s voice faded out, as if the words became more apparent in her head. This was true. Fiancee was a big word to use, but even so, Brandi was ready for it, and apparently, so was Jagger. She giggled again, watching the dark road loom ahead, which was a weird metaphor, seeing as they were going to begin the best part of their lives, together,
THINKING to herself, about what her marriage plans used to be, Brandi got an idea. ”Well, of course Angel has to be there, and I’d like Trisha to be there too. I’m sure I’ve told you about Trish.” Brandi paused for a moment, and then shrugged. ”I always had a dream of getting married in Japan, under the cherry blossoms…” Brandi started dreamily, but then sighed sadly. ”But the cherry blossoms aren’t in bloom anymore. And where would we go for our honeymoon? Would we even have a honeymoon? Jaggers babbling had its effect on Brandi, and now she was babbling too. Thinking about their plans, about what was to come. But money didn’t matter. Jagger cam from a rich family, sure, but so did Brandi, and she had a huge college fund waiting in her account (which would probably be useless, because she’d get in on a scholarship, knowing her grades, or get a music label and drop out).
STOPPING for a moment, Brandi decided to flick the radio on, and do some good old channel surfing, until she found the country music station. Sure, Brandi had a thing for country music, and she laughed when she heard the song that was playing. long slow beautiful dance by rascal flatts. She giggled, and listened to Jagger babble as she hummed long to the song.
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