Post by lacie delilah kolarado. on Oct 18, 2009 12:02:04 GMT -5
lacie delilah kolarado.
eighteen . musician . bulimic
eighteen . musician . bulimic
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]lacie delilah kolarado .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]lace, kola-bear .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]eighteen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]innocent, sweet, endearing, caring, clumsy, foolish, naive, loving, stubborn, secretive, dependable, artistic, flirtatious, optimistic.
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]my parents? oh, well.. louise and jonathan kolarado. yeah, they were married before they had me. let's start off with.. my hair. my dad doesn't like the fact that i have my mom's hair. he says that he's never liked my mom's hair. he was disappointed when i came out with mom's hair. but i dye it darker and he compliments me once and a while; tells me it's nice like that because he never liked mom's hair. i tell him that i know. i kind of dye my hair darker for my dad. i like his attention. it's nice. he never really had any time for me, he was always busy with work. mom says that's why that she filed for a divorce five years ago; because he never had time for her anymore and they were fighting all the time and she didn't want me to hear any of it anymore. i always used to hear it, even if i blocked my ears with my pillow. mom and dad were always really loud. my dad used to tell my mom he thought she was cheating, too. my mom didn't like that. my mom's not a cheater. not on guys, not in games. she doesn't like to cheat. i think my dad just wanted to defend himself a lot of the time when she said he never had time for us anymore. she was right about that--and she said that he never told her he loved her anymore. i know it's true, but he always denies it. he says he still loves her, but in the friendly way. i don't think dad loves mom at all anymore. anyways. like i said, i used to be bullied when i was younger for being too fat. i never had a lot of friends because of that. my sister did, though. i wonder if that's why my parents liked me better, if it was because she had more friends then me and they saw it and they felt bad so they gave me more attention then her. my sister's adopted, but that doesn't stop them from treating me better. maybe it's because of my "musical talent". i'll never know. my sister used to scream at me because i used to get all the attention from dad and stuff. whenever he was there at home before my mom filed for a divorce, he always wanted to tell me things, to talk to me. and he always took me places when my sister had to go other places and he left her out a lot. my sister didn't like that. once, when i was, i think.. nine? she hit me because she was so mad. but it's over now. we hardly see dad so it doesn't matter.
mom isn't as important to us as dad is, because he's around so rarely, you know? and.. high school was okay. i mean, i'm glad to be out of it, for sure. it was a place that wasn't very nice. the bullying was even more, but now because people said i was too thin. i ignored it because i knew and still know that it's not true. i'm fat as a pig and i'm not pretty at all. a lot of guys tried to go out with me, but i never let them. i always told them that i didn't have time to go out on dates and stuff. they asked why and i told them that i had homework. they always used to laugh and roll their eyes at that. but one time.. i think it's gotta be the worst memory that i have. i hate it, i hate it, i hate it. one time.. my friend tracee asked me if i wanted to go to a party. and my mom was out with her friend that night and i didn't have anything to do and my sister was going and i don't like being alone in the house so i said yes. and this one guy, i don't even know his name. but he had sex with me without my permission. ..rape? that's what it's called? okay. so the guy raped.. me. and i didn't like it. i screamed and told him to stop but he just kept going. and at the end he said that i was pretty and that he loved me. it was weird because i'd never seen the guy before. like, ever.. and i screamed for help again. and he hit me and told me to shut up and to never tell anyone about it. so i didn't. well, until now. so don't tell anyone? he's going to be angry if i do. and uhm.. now i'm here? i don't know how to say that i'm famous now. it doesn't even seem real. i mean, the flashing lights of the paparazzi make it semi-real, but i've always been the small, unwanted girl from new jersey and now.. this.
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all about you - - -[/size] tourist.[/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]
ooc name: aurelish.
pb being used: demi lovato.
years of experience: threee.. four?
membergroup: tourist, citizen or student
[/quote][/center][/blockquote] [/color]-- SOMETIMES, lacie thought back to that night. it still haunted her; plagued her dreams to turn them nightmares. she didn't know the man, atleast, not that she could remember. she saw his face once or twice in the dark room, and it had seemed familiar, but she couldn't place a name or anything. and it struck her a little suspiciously that this guy that she was talking to over msn -however funny and amusing he was- wanted to meet her in person the second she had told him what her last name was. she was confused, more than anything. what did he want to talk about that was so important that it had to be face to face? and why had he suddenly decided it when she told him her last name? she bit her lip as she paced her place, her nerves making her palms sweaty and her heart race, her stomach queasy. she didn't know what it was about this boy that made an uneasy feeling settle in her gut, but lacie usually listened to her gut, and if it was telling her that this guy was up to no good, well, she believed it.
-- LACIE cleaned when she was nervous and jumpy. which she was, so she went to cleaning the place. it wasn't really in her mind to clean for the boy arriving, exactly, but things were getting a bit clutered and since she was waiting with nothing to do until he got there, she figured it would be a good idea. she rearranged the family's dvds by alphabetical order, taking the stray disks and finding their correct cases and such. she sighed when she was done, checking the time. he still wasn't there. she got off of her knees and looked around for something else to do, scurrying off to gather the books and such off of the coffee table and put them in the rooms in which they belonged. she cleaned her room efficiently, half-way through her clothes pile at the end of her bed when she heard the knocks. jumping up, lacie ran down the stairs to the door and inhaled, shaking the balls of stuff off of her outfit and fixing her dark hair, before opening the door.
-- THE breath was knocked out of her when she saw his face. her mind went back to that night, the night she was raped, and her face fell, her eyes widening at the same time. y-you. she gasped, tripping over her socked feet and landing on her ass. she yelped and jumped up, fixing herself before she shook her head, not letting him in. you.. she started, then hesitated, not sure if that's what he came over to say. you're the one who- who cheated on my sister. she whispered, all of this finally clicking into place. like pieces of a puzzle finally being put together after years of the owner leaving them alone. oh shit. she breathed, staring at him. her heart felt like it lept into her throat, and lacie wasn't sure if that was a good thing. he was the one who raped her. the one who had cheated on her sister. he was the one in her tenth-grade math class, nicholas benson.. he had cheated on her twin sister with her. her mind whirled and she clutched the doorframe, her mind whirling with the new revealance. why? she whispered, staring up at him. she was scared, yes -- but a flare of anger ignited in her when she examined his face. he was definitely her rapist. she couldn't forget his face, even though at the time she couldn't put her finger on the name of it. YOU CHEATED ON MALLORIE WITH ME! she suddenly screamed, her voice bursting out of her like lava out of an errupting volcano. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO IT?! she inquried loudly, bringing him inside and closing the door behind him with wide eyes. you broke her heart. her voice was low with the statement, tears in her eyes.
