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helplessly in L O V E
Group: Teacher;;
Posts: 142
Member No.: 6
Joined: 30-December 07
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 "Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?"the P U P P E T M A S T E R
narrator
Name/Alias: Tober
Time Zone: Eastern
Other Characters: Cadynce Jillian Turner && Jaden Elena Nuñez && Andrea Mackenzie Bridges
Way to Contact: PM please (unless you have my screenname/s)
the P U P P E T
character
Full Name: Addison Carter Bridges
Nicknames: Add, Addy, "Sunny", Carter
Age: 26
Birth Date: October 31, 1981
Birthplace: Stoneville, California
Position: Teacher (but also famous fashion designer)
Subjects Taught: Permanent Substitute for Drama teacher
Qualifications: The drama teacher gave birth to her first child, so she was asked to fill the position
Education/Training: Addison went to UCLA with a major in fashion design and minor in education - mainly drama
the S U R F A C E
physique
Height: *
Weight: points
Hair Color: down
Eye Color: at
Body Type: the
Skin Tone: paragraph
Body Art: *
General Appearance: Addison stands at standard height and is in the “normal” weight range that a young woman her age should weigh. Her hair is long, dark, and slightly curly at the tips. She usually has it falling into wisps against her back and over her shoulders, allowing it to frame her olive oval-shaped face. Her eyes are a bright array of green and brown and have a knack for changing colors depending on her mood. They go from a dark brown to a vibrant green. Clothing also brings out certain colors. On her left cheek, she has a tiny birthmark which people have said makes her stand out in a crowd. No doubt they are very accurate in their words, but they are missing a key ingredient that makes Addison such a magnificent looking woman. Her dimples. When she smiles, truly smiles, Addison has two dimples – one on each cheek – and her eyes shine brightly as the edges crinkle with happiness.
Addison has developed a keen eye for fashion. She has also taken the liberty to add more piercing to her body (two in each ear lobe, one on her right cartilage, and a final one, more towards a halfway mark between the second lobe piercing and cartilage). Along with the piercing, she has a few tattoos. Angle wings with her son’s name by her heart, a heart with coils around it on her left forearm, her zodiac sign on her right shoulder blade, and on her right wrist of a dolphin jumping over a half moon.
Finally, back to her clothing; she has a tendency to wear very up-to-date and stylish outfits. Designer brand jeans, skirts, dresses, tops, shoes, make-up, you name it, she wears it – for the most part. But as with Addison, she also has her “Target” side. She loves the place and she knows when she has to give up the mall for a different feel in clothes. She loves being comfortable as well as fashionable and has a good taste in the aspect.
on the I N S I D E
persona
Personality: With her family she is very open. She doesn’t hide anything from them especially if it is in her best interest for her parents or brother to know. She lets her guard down around them as well as her emotions. She is very sentimental when she is around them and very loving. She tries not to show her weaknesses, faults, or fears to them, but they know her too well and can sense when something is wrong, and they will confront her about it.
With her son she is over protective. She takes care of him to her fullest extent. She plays with him as much as she can and does not stop until he laughs. She reads to him every night and is always there with him. When she is with him she is at ease, but this is when she is also the most vulnerable. He is her main weakness and she would do anything for her son.
With her friends she is spontaneous, wild, loud, and fun. She released her inhibitions with them which might not always be a good thing, but she can’t help herself. She knows how to have fun, able to dance the night away. She does drink, but on occasion, preferring to stay sober.
With her brother she is over protective. It doesn’t matter that he is older (even if it’s by two minutes); she is still by his side. Sam and Addison are closer than any pair or siblings they know and therefore have a lot of inside jokes and share a lot of likes and dislikes and everything. He is her rock. She never ponders about what she’d do without him, because she never expects to be without him. Samuel was the one person that could make her laugh for a long period of time, so when someone caught her smile, they were enchanted because it was a rare thing; to see such a dazzling smile on such a beautiful girl, and to many it is still enchanting even if she smiles without her brother by her side.
With Damien she is a basket case. She has been attracted to him for longer than she cares to imagine. Even though she dated others, she knew that she could never forget Damien and what he meant to her. He is the father of her child, and yet, no one but Dallis knows who it is, because no one but Dallis knows that they ever slept together. She and Damien are now working side by side, so Addison knows she will be seeing Damien more, and that frightens her. She does not know how to tell him that he has a son – and has had one for the past eight years – and therefore tell the whole world the one secret no one ever found out.
With John she is herself, just like her friends but slightly more reserved. He is her rock and she loves him. She has questioned it a few times in the past, but not enough to leave him, and nearly not enough in her mind to make them unfit to be with each other. Even though they've only known each other for eight years, and even though she has never answered his question of who Logan's father is, they are as close as a happily married couple can get, without the married part. She would do anything for him.
With everyone else she holds up a wall. She guards herself from people that can hurt her. This is when she can be a true bitch, because if the person is disrespectful or does anything to cast a bad shadow over them, Addison will not take kindly. She holds grudges on occasion, depending on the offense the person cast, and does not forgive easily. Likes: º her family
º her friends
º her son
º sex
º drinking - at times
º guys
º parties
º ice cream - mint choc. chip and cookies-n-cream
º cheez-its
º movies
º video games
º christmas
º nightmare before christmas
º corpse bride
º halloween
º horseback riding
º her car
º when she wear guy clothes that look hot on her
º pirates of the caribbean
º scary movies
º panic! at the disco
º gym class heroes
º classical and soft rock
º glenn miller orchestra
º the beatles
º all american rejects
º cobra starship
º fall out boy
º martina mcbride
º carrie underwood
º bon jovi
º rolling stones
º kelly clarkson
º Hiphop/Rap (Chris Brown, Akon, Kanye West, etc)
º 80's movies
º old movies
º cooking
º playing the drums, guitar, and bass - the little she knows
º harry potter - books and movies
º brave new world
º mark twain
º shakespeare
º reading long novels
º interview with the vampire
º dr. pepper
º cherry coke/pepsi
º lucky charms
º one tree hill
º supernatural
º prison break
º lost
º reading bedtime stories to her son (even if he’s getting too old for them)
º paintball
º hiking
º camping
º singing
º acting
º rollerblading
º thunderstorms
º the beach in the morning
º the beach at night
º music
º dancing dislikes:º all seafood – she doesn’t enjoy the taste
º her exes (sometimes)
º liars
º hypocrites
º being criticized for her actions
º cheaters
º disrespectful people
º cheap horror movies
º clowns
º mean people
º anyone who hurts her son habits/quirks:• runs her hands through her hair constantly
• is random
• bites/drums her nails/fingers
• is secretive
• keeps to herself at times
• has a big sex drive strengths:• she’s a great mother
• acting
• good listener
• good friend/sister/daughter
• can keep secrets – when they’re not life threatening
• has a big sex drive ?? weaknesses:• her son - Landon
• the man she can’t get over - Damien
• her twin brother - Sam
• her friends
• her family
• chocolate
all the N O I S E
details
Fears:fears: - that her son will not love her
- that she will fail her son in any way
- that she will never find someone who loves her fully
- that she will die alone and unwanted
ambitions: + to be a great mother
+ to be able to give her son a great life
+ to be successful in the entertainment industry
+ to find someone to spend the rest of her life with and to adopt her son as his own (unless of course it’s Damien's)
+ to have a big family
Biggest Secret: That Damien Roberts is Logan's father
Friends: N/A
Enemies: Lacey R. Parker
Financial Status: Wealthy
in the B E G I N N I N G
history
Father: Samuel
Mother: Meredith
Siblings: twin - Samuel, JR (if picked up please portray him as Jared Padalecki)
Other: Logan Aiden Bridges (but his birth certificate says Logan Aiden Roberts) and pet – chocolate lab puppy Bandit
History: Addison Carter Bridges was born two minutes after her twin brother – Samuel Aiden Bridges – on October 31st to Samuel and Meredith Bridges. Samuel and Meredith never had anymore children, but it didn’t matter; with Samuel junior and Addison, their lives were complete. As babies, they never had to worry about their children getting into too much trouble (like poking around dangers objects) because they always kept each other entertained. And when the twins were taken to their doctor because their parents were afraid they were not speaking yet, they were told that it was because they already had someone to talk to.
There was never a dull moment in the Bridges residence. With all the giggling and pitter patter of tiny feet running through the house, it was hard to have a quiet moment, so when there was, it was always known that the twins were planning something devious. One was never without the other. Even as they grew up they shared the same likes and dislikes and even friends. It was expected that if you invited one you were inviting both, and if it was protested then neither went. It wasn’t a rule designed by the parents; it was a pact that Sam and Addison shared.
That was until they discovered the secrets of dating, but that wasn’t until years later, and even then, during high school, they were still side by side. People hated them simply because they never shared such a bond with their own siblings and they thought it crazy to cling to them the way these two did, but Sam and Addison just ignored them.
During their senior year of high school, they learned to pull apart; having the same group of friends, but also having their own, being in their own clubs and teams, even if they were both in drama together. They knew that come next fall, they would most likely not be together, so in their final year they tried to get away from each other. Graduation night, they went to the biggest party in town and seperated there. Addison ran into Damien there, and after some drinks, dancing, and an intense make out session, they found an empty room and carried on there.
It was a bitter-sweet farewell that summer; moving away from home and what they (she and Sam) knew to be on their own and apart from each other, but each realized that nothing could keep them apart. They spoke to each other every day, most days more than once. So when Addison found she was four months pregnant, she called her brother in desperate tears, seeking acceptance and guidance.
With the help of her brother, they told their parents. To their surprise, they accepted the news calmly and asked if they knew the father. She nodded, giving them the truth, but not giving out the name of the father until the child was born six months later - March 4th to be exact.
It had been a difficult time for her considering she had been going to school either way and being away from her parents and brother was stressful on her. She did have a roommate she could count on - her best friend. At four in the morning on the first of March, she had woken up with pangs and as she turned, she realized she was having contractions. Panicking, she'd screamed for her roommate who rushed her to the hospital and then proceeded to call Addison's family and boyfriend. For the next three days, Addison was on bed rest, going through contractions and being watched over. Surely she could have the child four days early, but she was afraid and her brother couldn't get off school. She couldn't do it without Sam.
So, on March 4th, Logan Aiden Bridges was born. It was there, two hours later, in the presence of her parents and twin tha she revealed the boy's name to be written on the birth certificate and therefore letting them know the father of the child. Her son would be known as Logan Aiden Bridges, but his true name would be Logan Aiden Roberts.
That was the only time that anyone other than her best friend knew who the father was, but they all swore to keep it secret, and even eight years later they have kept it. Addison has a feeling that none of them like keeping that detail a secret, but Addison cannot figure out how to tell Damien or anyone else. It was one of the few secrets in her life that had never been public to any of her friends (not even her boyfriend who knew of Damien), and to tell Damien eight years later that he had a child?
Now, she is back in her hometown, a successful fashion designer, girlfriend, and mother and is settling down to begin her new designs as she takes the position of drama teacher at her once high school until the teacher finishes with her maternatiy leave. It is there that she gets the most stares for the student body (boys and girls alike) know who she is by the clothes and ads around them as well as for her beauty. The teachers and the remaining staff watch on as well, amazed that the lady before them was once their student. Afterall, why would anyone return to their old high school? Does it really matter? It doesn't seem like such a horrible idea until she runs into Damien Roberts on campus. Questions resurface, including her feelings for him. She loves John and knows that Logan does as well. Every child deserves to know who their true parents are, just as every parent deserves to know when they have a child, right?
last I M P R E S S I O N
other
Member Title: helplessly in L O V E
Celebrity Being Used: Sophia Bush
RP sample: idea for my Jordan Hart character at Cruel PoisonA scream left Jordan’s lips when she felt the sun against her skin. Instantly, she rolled over and fell onto the floor, shielding herself from the rays of the early morning sun. Panting, she stared at the floor and slowly covered herself more. She didn’t want to think that this man was for real. As she thought harder and harder she realized why his name was so familiar. Licking her dry lips, she slowly looked around and began moving on the parts of the floor still covered in darkness. Reaching the far wall, she turned and stood quickly, staring at the man on the other side of the bed.
The sheets had fallen from her body, but that didn’t mean anything. She had an amazing body, but she doubted it would make anyone forget what had just happened, and if the person forgot then the smell of burned flesh would bring their memory back quickly. Staring at the man, she licked her lips once again and eyed him carefully. They were both in shock, which was obvious, but soon it would elapse and a fight would ensue. Jordan was sure of it. As if on cue, the man attacked, jumping over her bed and towards her. In the glimmer of sun, she noticed a sparkling object in his hand and realized that it was a knife.
Hissing, Jordan jumped away just in time for the man to run into the wall. Grunting, Jordan turned slightly and gazed at the man, her eyes changing color as her body roared with hate. Still following the dark patches in her bedroom, Jordan rushed towards her dresser and pulled it open, pulling on a long shirt along with the hidden knife underneath. Turning, she stared at the man and licked her lips. She was ready for a fight. Granted, she was weak from their night, but she had enough to fight and kill this hunter.
Without a word, she rushed to him, swinging her knife at the man’s chest. He moved with amazing skill which caused Jordan to curse under her breath, but she would not give up. It was her life at stake. Even more important, it was every member of her family and Julian’s family that were also at stake. She knew she had plenty of resources on hand; she had the ability to sense his move before he even started, she could move fast, she could smell the man’s fear and hear his blood pumping rapidly through his body. But he had the power of light on his side. One thing she was tempted to do was still his mind, calm him and set him at a tranquil state so she could kill him; feast on him, but she could not. She wasn’t that type of vampire.
In that hesitation, he attacked. Jordan moved, but not quickly enough, and his knife pierced her flesh, entering through the left side of her lower stomach. While that did not kill her it definitely hurt and slowed her down. Screaming in pain and rage, she felt her fangs protrude, and dropping her knife, she lunged, his knife still embedded into her side. Tackling him onto the floor, she threw punch after punch until the smell of his blood overtook her senses. Moaning, Jordan grinned evilly, her eyes almost a deep black as she stared at the man. She moved slowly then, leaning forward and breathing in the scent of his blood deeply. She sighed against his skin and giggled huskily. “You smell so good.” She whispered before placing her tongue over the wound and licking his blood off of his skin.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she groaned. She wanted more. Letting this side of her take over, Jordan neared his neck, watching his aorta pulse. She watched as it quickened as her face neared. Cackling softly, she grazed her fangs against his skin and cooed, “Oh, now you’re afraid. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shame really because I’m usually harmless, but we cannot have you exposing me and my family you know. We just can’t.” Closing her eyes, she sunk her teeth into his flesh, ignoring his shouts of pain, and prepared to drink from him; to drain him of all life.
As she sucked on his neck for the first time, she felt a surge of ecstasy fall over her body. The first droplets of his blood were giving her strength; the strength she’d been searching for, but it was abruptly interrupted when she felt his hand push his knife farther into her body. Screaming louder than before, Jordan pulled away and punched the man before he shoved her roughly off of him. Gasping for air, Jordan reached down and attempted to pull his knife out before he regained himself, but such luck never came to her.
He stood over her and kicked her roughly, and as he did, she screamed and moved away, unable to stand for the pain coursing through her, but she stopped as she realized he was directing her towards the sunlight. Swallowing, she looked up at the man and shook her head. “Don’t do this you idiot! How can you attack me when I never planned on hurting you? You fucking hunters think we are all the same! You are very much mistaken! Just let me go!” She shouted, tears filling her eyes as she continued trying to remove the knife from her side.
She knew it was useless wasting such words for a man that only the night before wanted everything to do with her, and deep down she knew she should have known, but she let attraction get in the way. She stared up at him either way, her fangs disappearing and her eyes turning back to their usual soft green. As he moved away from her body, she sighed, daring to think that he had taken her words, but it was not so as he took her ankles and pulled her back into shadow.
Watching the man, she said nothing more, but instead watched as he moved over her and pulled her shirt off, making sure she was back to being naked. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched him gaze over her body and slowly realized he was going to kill her. It was such injustice! She ignored the fact that a moment before she was willing to bite him and drain him of his life blood, but he had dared attack her in her own home! A hiss left her lips when she felt his booted foot make contact with her body.
Slowly she began to lose her fighting stance. She knew the world in which she lived in was harsh and no longer cared to be a part of it. She groaned and cried and screamed with each blow he made, but as he took her own knife in his hands and brought it to her body, she screamed and reached out for his wrists. “No,” she cried, determined not to be stabbed and killed by her own knife. What irony would that be; dying by your own weapon? She fought back as best as she could, but realized that it was not enough. The man had strength, and had she bothered to put more of an effort beforehand she might have already killed the skilled fighter.
But truth be told, she doubted she would have been able to kill the man. It wasn’t who she had grown up to be. It didn’t matter if it was in her nature or not, she didn’t enjoy fighting like this. She had never done it but in her dreams, but to have it be real was too much. Taking the knife from the man, she turned it and quickly dug it into his thigh, screaming herself when he screamed and kicked her in her stomach. Sobbing, she cried as he continued beating her, waiting for when he would push her back into the embers of the sunlight.
Jordan knew he was tired, but as he stopped and gazed down at her, she realized what his intentions were. With a quick glimpse into his mind, she saw everything she needed. He was planning on leaving her for dead. Letting her suffer alone until she died from the knife wound and not having blood to aid her. She flinched when he spat at her and went towards the door of her bedroom. She watched him pull her knife out of his leg and pocket it, leaving his own in her flesh.
She stilled and listened, hearing the man run from her home and run through her empty restaurant, overturning tables and smashing glasses, dishes, and other breakables. Sobbing softly, Jordan swallowed and looked around her room. With the blinds still open, she knew the sun would slowly reach her. Licking her lips, Jordan looked around the ground, watching for sun patches as she moved towards her closet where it was dark.
Collapsing inside, she grunted as she hit the knife wound, and held her breath. Counting in her mind, she settled back down and made herself relax. She began concentrating on other things, hoping someone would find her sooner rather than later. Throughout the next few hours, Jordan fell in and out of consciousness, becoming weaker and weaker as the day went on. Swallowing, Jordan watched the light in her room slowly begin to fade and opened her mouth, sighing softly, roughly.
She felt movement next to her and grunted softly, curling up against the moving object, but when strong arms roamed over her waist and pulled her tightly, Jordan opened her eyes slowly and smiled. Taking in a deep breath, she smiled at Julian and leaned forward as he did the same, kissing his lips gently. “Good morning love,” she sighed softly against his lips, giggling when he turned and pushed her back against the mattress.
Jordan gazed up at his smiling face, grinning widely herself before reaching up and caressing his cheek softly. His parents were gone for the week to visit other relatives which left them alone to do as they pleased in his home. Her parents knew she was there, and they had their guesses as to what they were doing, and although they were furious that she was constantly shooting down other men, they knew better than to offer her up to someone other than Julian himself.
“Do you think my parents will leave me be today?” She asked softly, letting another soft giggle leave her lips as she leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. She laughed when he shook his head and mumbled a no against her neck before kissing her gently and moving his lips back towards hers. Returning the kiss, Jordan wrapped her arms around Julian’s neck and pushed her hands into his silky hair, moaning against his lips as their mouths open and they began a continuation of the previous night.
“Julian! Jordana!” Samantha’s voice screamed urgently from the first floor and seconds later her footsteps began up the stairs. Ignoring her, they continued their quest with each other’s bodies. Jordan moaned as Julian pressed his body against hers, moaning softly against her wet skin. Her hands made fists against his sheets as her eyes closed and she pressed back, ignoring the screams and footsteps of the small girl that was about to barge into something she was too young to see.
“Julian! Jordana!” Samantha screamed again, knocking once to give them a chance to pull away before rushing in. Sighing, the two separated rather quickly, but as Julian gazed up at his sister, his impatience vanished and a frown drifted over his face. Leaning towards the floor, he took his pants and pulled them on and left Jordan with the sheets. Rushing to his sister, noting her paleness, he took her into his arms and swallowed. “Are you alright? Have you been harmed?” He asked, glancing up at a frightened Jordan.
As she moved next to the two siblings, Samantha gazed at her and sobbed. The girl stammered, unable to speak no matter how much she tried. “Mar ... Marsh ... all.” She stuttered, tears streaming down her face. With one glance at each other, Jordan took off out of his bedroom to care for his fainted sister and rushed down the stairs and out of the house. Ignoring the darkness which told her they had been asleep for longer than usual, she ran towards her own home, screaming for her parents. “Papa! Mum!” She screamed, panicking when she heard screams from her home.
Rushing inside, she stopped and stared as her mother pulled her husband into her and hugged him tightly. Her two sisters and their husbands watched from the other two entryways, thunderstruck at their father’s actions. “What’s happened?” Jordan asked softly, taking in a deep breath when they turned to gaze at her. Moving away from her husband, Jordan’s mother moved towards her and took her into her arms, hugging her tightly and kissing her temple. “Sweetheart, we have some terrible news my love.” She whispered and without saying anything more, she penetrated her daughter’s mind, telling her the news that way.
Pushing away from her mother, Jordan shook her head and crossed her arms as if it would change the truth. As her mother attempted approaching her, Jordan pushed her away and turned and began running back towards Julian’s home. She saw him running towards her, and with a feeble call to her best friend and lover, she fainted in the grassy plain between their land
“Marshall,” Jordan sighed, waking up from her sleep only to hiss at the pain that was now her body. She knew she was going to die; it was the last thing that was needed. No one would find her. She had fought with Julian and she was sure he would not return to the restaurant that night, or to check up on her. The thought of leaving him without so much as an “I love you” or the truth about her feelings towards him broke her heart, but she knew she had no more strength inside of her to carry on. Her time to leave the world had finally arrived, and there was no Julian to save her this time.
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