Post by aurelie rush ! on Jul 1, 2009 20:55:51 GMT
AURELIE APRIL RUSH !
BASiCS !
full name; aurelie april rush.
nicknames; aura, aro, oreo, pie, april, rush, carrot top, decoy, hick, ginger snaps and anything else witty that you people can come up with.
gender; female.
age; seventeen.
birthday; january first.
birthplace; nashville, tennessee.
sexuality; heterosexual.
grade; freshman.
sport; parkour.
APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; hayley williams.
let me explain;someone once described aurelie as an image of a Goddess out of an 'Indian Sky' book. she wasn't sure as to whether or not they were joking so she went out and brought the book in question, only to discover that the person was not, in fact, joking around. ever since that day she has really been taking care of her appearance. aurelie has this really natural beautiful face that is completely faultless and flawless; if she ever does get a spot or two it's gone within a couple of days. speaking of aurelie's face, have you noticed how pale it is in comparison to someone else's...say Beth's? she doesn't know why this is but doesn't mind too much. "It's better being pale when you're blonde because you don't burn as much." - aurelie rush, Interview 2006. not terribly girly as you'd like to think because of her clothing choice, aurelie absolutely adores eye make-up; especially eyeliner and shadow and is rarely seen without one, the other or both. from a distance you could probably say that she looks like a porcelain doll, but once you get closer you'd see that it's just the way her skin is naturally. she has never used Congealer and doesn't make a big deal out of spots; if and when she gets them. aurelie has soft and subtle facial features. her eyes are of a dazzling green color, but she is forever changing her contacts so that they're different colors like electric blue or brown.
the first thing you'd notice about aurelie is her hair and if you don't see her from the front you must be a bit blind to not notice her from behind; she has this gorgeous head of hair, like fire - only it's a lot lighter than that. her hair is not all natural (courtesy of hair dye) and has a fair few layers within it. the orange, shimmering sheet that is her hair, falls to just past her shoulders. along with the long-ness of her hair and the orange-ness comes a side fringe that is rather carefully swept to the right side of her face in a manner that looks messy but is actually neat - you could run a brush through it and she wouldn't complain that it hurts. occasionally she will put another color in her hair just because she felt like it. normally it's either red or yellow, but she has been known to add a touch of blonde and brown. on an off chance that you spot aurelie with her hair tied back into a pony tail, snap a picture because that's probably the only time you'll ever see her with her hair up, most of the time it's always down. aurelie does like to put hair accessories in her hair though, whether it is a simple bow or even a ribbon or two - once she brought a SpongeBob Squarepants phone charm and used it as a hair piece. her eyebrows are nicely shaped too, and when she smiles you can see a nice set of pearly white teeth that are perfectly straight in every way. they didn't always used to be like that though; she wore braces when she was younger and occasionally wears a retainer at night which she 'forgets' to put in before she goes to bed. it doesn’t even matter to her that she has a mild case of diastema.
now as you may have guessed, aurelie is rather small. she stands at a height of five foot and three inches, but this height of hers doesn't mean that she weighs a ton. in fact she weighs much less than that - a measly eighty six pounds to be exact. her height it definitely below average and her weight is most certainly under what it should be for a girl of her age and height - this is due to an eating disorder that she developed when she was younger. as for her make-up she'll wear anything and everything as long as it is symmetrical and perfectly done, otherwise she won't leave the room! aurelie loves to experiment with her make-up and can occasionally be seen with her whole eye covered in 'scene-kid' eye shadow and 'army stripes' underneath her eye which she made with her eyeliner or mascara, whichever she had handy. aurelie does have a couple of tattoos, but they are hidden away from the naked eye. she also has her ears pierced and her belly button pierced. aurelie does also want her lip pierced but decided that she was too chicken to even get it done. she also has a thing about jewellery, especially bracelets and will buy it if she sees it because it caught her attention. you can always guarantee that she'll buy a bracelet when you go out shopping with her, that's like a small habit of hers that she's always been into since she was quite young.
as far as her clothing range goes, aurelie will wear almost anything that you give her as long as it's either skinny or tight fitting or baggy and very loose fitting. she wears, at the most, a size four in clothes and finds it hard to find clothes that actually fit her as well as she wants them too because not many stores do her size in clothes! aurelie absolutely adores the skinny/tight fitting jeans, she'll wear them with tight fitting or loose t-shirts and a pair of dolly shoes or boots over the top. most of the time though she likes to wear short skirts, mostly jean skirts. aurelie has quite a nice clothing style, it ranges from one day to the next because she could be wearing tight jeans and a baggy t-shirt with boots over the top of the jeans on one day and then the next day she could be wearing a short denim skirt and a hoodie that she's stolen off of her brother ( naughty aurelie! ) along with a pair of battered converse sneakers or dolly shoes. aurelie will wear any color clothes and can definitely be defined as a 'scene-kid' as she doesn't like to follow fashion trends; preferring to make up her own styles as she goes along, with any type of clothing that she posses in her suitcase. oh yes, she can never be bothered to unpack her suitcases and likes to live out of them from day to day until the tours are over. aurelie is amazed with all the skeleanimal clothes that are out there and has been known to model some of their clothes from time to time - when her agent decide to take a sabbatical for a few weeks so that they can come up with new ideas for shoots.
overall, aurelie is a very attractive young girl at seventeen. within her agency and their tours and public appearances, appearance is everything and she does her best to make sure that she is looking her best. if someone tells her of a way that she can improve her appearance she will most certainly do her best to try and reach that improvement to the best of her ability - by any means necessary. but she is in no way a vain person.
CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves; alcohol. sex. sex on the beach ( the drink ). good music. when things don't go how people plan them to be. good music. vegetables. lollipops. polo mints. rolos. 'scene' clothes. skinny jeans. hoodies. stealing her brother's hoodies. malteasers. lukas. cherry pie. nightmare before christmas. piggy-backs. jumping on london. the mighty boosh. guitars. singing. song writing. hugging sprees. music. cameras. ice-cream. ribbons. kissing. making out. beaches. candy-floss. amusement parks. her band. cookies. make-up. skeleanimal plushies. swings. parks. interviews. posing for pictures. joking around. pulling pranks on london. shows. piercings. blankets. spongebob. hello kitty. huge sunglasses. jewellery. shushi. milkshakes. lucozade. laying on the floor. sleeping. meeting fans. signing autographs. nachos. tequila. elephants. smoking. dancing. having fun. parties. buttons. pokémon. heels. converse. india. iphones. clouds. staring at the clouds. fan girls because they're not as rowdy as the fan boys. paint. crayons. coloring in. sketching. drawing. night time. stars. tattoo's. shiney things. key chains. william beckett. collecting random objects, much like a magpie. badminton. volleyball. hats. goofing off. skeleanimals clothing. hats. beanies. guys. girls. ipods. stargazing. fluffy things. cuddles. penny machines. bracelents. jumping on beds. water fights. christmas lights. cupcakes. baking. paintballing. salad. the smell of fresh bread. the smell of cookies. cookie dough. group hugs. bundling people. cd's. dvd's. singing her best. magazines. laughing. secret santa. london; the city. fingerless gloves. shoes. saying 'i love you' to random people. milky ways. snow. snowflakes. badges.
hates; doctors. dentists. feeling sick. being ill. modelling. vomiting. hangovers. lazy people. being bored. being alone. people insulting her. people judging her. liars. cheats. fakes. posers. arguments within the set. violence. fan boys when they're drunk and hormonal. when people treat her like a kid. animal abuse and the people who conduct it. abuse in general. films that make her want to fall asleep. when she gets called ugly. dull people. dull colors. people who don't know the right notes when they hear them. failing at life. not being able to write songs. hormonal guys who only want sex (even though she likes it). most of her family. when people expect her to be someone she's not. peer pressure. extremely serious people (live a little, please). death. sleep. nightmares. dreams. crying. coughing. hiccoughing. depression. food. hard seats. people telling her she's crap at modelling. felicity. medication. bad memories. mary-sue's. gary-stu's. being looked down upon. 'preps'. trend followers. selffish people. elevators. cupboards. closet. being locked in a room on her own. rodents. orange revels. burning cookies. jealous people. terrible kissers. homophobic people. shouting. people yelling at her. grass. not being taken serious in her profession. people from her past bringing up her past. death. funerals. hearse's. churches. hospitals. paramedics. the ocean. airplanes. laying awake all not. having insomnia. olives. caramel yoghurt. hedgehogs. people telling her she's no good. being called fat. people teasing her because of her height. ritz biscuits. the smell of cat food. broken cameras. broken crayons. meat. helicopters. trains. subways. cowards. sheep. cottage cheese. pedophiles. older men. lumpy custard. toast. the sight of blood.
strengths; headstrong. independancy. photography. london. doesn't let other people's emotions keep her down. keeping herself together. living for the day and not for the past. music. parkour.
weaknesses; bottling her emotions. alcohol. her past. london. chocolate. low self esteem. lack of confidence. mitchell.
fears; fear. her past. london finding out that she's epileptic. losing london. finding her biological mother. dogs. clowns. loud noise. small, enclosed spaces. the darkness. crowds. people judging her.
goals; to build up her confidence. to talk more. to move on with her life. to find someone she can relate to. to make london proud of her.
interesting facts; aurlie can recite the alphabet in 26 different languages, forwards and backwards. aurelie can do the splits. she once ate thirty cookies in thirty five seconds. aurelie can do a backflip (she is quite the gymnast). she can ride a unicycle.
secrets; aurelie is epileptic. she has an iq of 187. she is anorexic.
quirks; aurelie won't eat her food if something is touching another thing. she twirls her hair around her finger when she's bored/thinking/daydreaming. taps her fingernails on any surface when bored. chews on her straws.
personality;to first understand the female mind that is aurelie we must first dive into the land of milk and cookies where unicorns do exist and everything is just fine and dandy. honestly, you'd think that this kid was on a fucking constant high with the way that she is about everything. so what if she's seventeen years old and in a city where people meet and people fuck after meeting, it doesn't matter to her. aurelie is probably one of the weirdest kids that you'll ever meet in your lifetime. she's pretty damn sweet, occasionally up to the point where it can get a little sickly, but then, everyone is brought up differently, there is no right and wrong in how to bring up a child, unless you're abusive to the poor kid, in which case that'd be wrong. but no, not aurelie. she had a pretty decent life compared to her cousin, alexandré aldéric and theirs is probably one of the reasons why she's one of the few people who actually dislikes aurelie. to further this paragraph another reason to explain her would be the fact that her parents were not a 'normal' couple (whatever normal is).
secondly, another way to understand the female mind of aurelie we must now dive into the land of lucozade and cupcakes, or, in other terms, we could stop using lines like that and just run headfirst into the point. the point is to never, and i repeat; NEVER let aurelie get her hands on some lucozade and cupcakes (or any cakes for that matter); doesn't matter what kind of lucozade it is. just don't let her near any of it unless you really, really want to witness something...disturbing. aurelie is the kind of dudette who goes crazy hyper on something as simple as sugar. it doesn't take a lot to set her off, so it's definitely best if we don't give it to her. on sugar, aurelie does all manner of crazy things, she'll run around the room twenty gazillion times; she'll run around the street in her underwear (she actually did this once); she'll attempt (keyword; attempt) to moonwalk and just generally cause eye sore's where she goes, no matter what she does. how nice of her. aurelie is a bit of a weirdo without sugar, but with sugar she's even worse...how is that even possible? oh well.
thirdly, aurelie, asides all the sickly, strange and gruesome (?) traits of hers, she's actually a very loyal and caring person, especially to her friends. she's the type of person who would put her friends before herself and never hurt them in any way...at least not intentionally anyway. aurelie is what some people have called 'loca' which is derived from the two words 'loyal' and 'caring'. if ever she sees anyone that is in need of some assistance, she would go over there and offer to help; doesn't matter if she's got a load of stuff in her hands or not, she'd put all of that down and still help them out. she would also, if she saw one, go over and comfort someone who was crying of looked upset over something. aurelie would do anything for her friends, she'd die for them if it was necessary. she truly is one amazing kid and you'd be a fool to not be her friend. sure she gets on people's nerves every now and again, but doesn't everyone? she's a complete sweetheart, loyal and caring - the picture perfect friend that everyone should have.
now, you may be wondering if thiss is all a facade. some kind of ploy that she made believable to everyone. that there is more to her then meets the eye. but there isn't. this is aurelie in a nutshell, no strings attached. theirs is who she is. this is who she chose to be and there are quite a few people who definitely wouldn't have her any other way. she loves the way she is and wouldn't change her personality for the world. occasionally she does get annoyed with people, but it is most definitely rare that she'll get angry. she's never shouted at anyone, as of yet and i hope that she never will, because she really doesn't seem like the type of person who would yell at anyone, ever. period. aurelie is just this happy-go-lucky type of girl who loves everything (except war). wait a minute...there are points in her life where she does get very (VERY) opinionated with things, but she wouldn't go so far as to shout at someone just to get her point across. not at all. aurelie equals sweetheart. end of.
but that's not the end of aurelie's personality; that's just the 'human' side of her. now we move onto the ‘other' side of her that makes her the strange person that we all know and supposedly love. there's some things about aurelie that you probably never wanted to know, or experience. now, while she's not exactly like her brother; London gates, in the 'easily angered' trait, she is, however 'angered' but only by things that repeatedly get on her nerves. but most of the time she's angry mostly with herself for the things that she does and says. you see, aurelie, has a habit of speaking without thinking first which more often than not lands her in heaps of trouble, especially with the adults. her knack of not being able to think before speaking not only gets her in heaps of trouble with the humans but also makes others suspicious as to who she actually is. her 'being' is questionable; she certainly doesn't know the sayings of people; for example: she was once told 'whatever floats your boat' and she replied with 'i don't have a boat.' needless to say it made the person who told her this laugh. sometimes it can be very difficult to talk to aurelie because she can take most things to heart too easily and once she's upset it's rather difficult to make her happy again.
BiOGRAPHY !
mother;scarlett young; 35; uknown.
father;adam young; 36; unknown.
siblings; amelia rush; eighteen; musician/student here.
pets; max; andrex puppy.
other family first adoptive mother: cassandra harvey; 36; nursey school teacher.
first adoptive father: william harvey; 38; plumber.second adoptive mother: alana moressy; 37; comedienne.
second adoptive father: charles moressy; 40; comedian.
third adoptive mother: rachael white; 41; teacher.
third adoptive father: evan white; 44; weather reporter.
fourth adoptive mother: margo duke; 45; ceo of microsoft.
fourth adoptive father: jerry duke; 47; ceo of microsoft.fifth adoptive mother: katherine ramirez; 51; high class fashion designer. led a double life as a whore. deceased.
fifth adoptive father: christopher ramirez; 56; high class business man.fraternal twin: bethany shaw; 16; musician.
first adoptive brother: ryan harvey; 17; student.first adoptive sister: riley harvey; 17; student deceased
second adoptive brother: lincoln moressy; 18; comedian.
second adoptive brother: emmet moressy; 17; comedian.third adoptive brother: joseph white; 20; unemployed deceased.
third adoptive brother: joshua white; 19; student.fourth adoptive brother: michael duke; 22; microsoft engineer.
fifth adoptive brother: jeremy ramirez; 24; accountant.
fifth adoptive brother: alexander ramirez; 22; lawyer.
fifth adoptive brother: filipe ramirez; 20; doctor.
fifth adoptive brother: lukas ramirez; 18; musician.
brother: london gates; 21; musician.
significant figures; n/a
history;january first, new year‘s day. you’d think that it was any ordinary day for the couple of scarlett and adam young but actually, it wasn’t. unbeknown to them that today they were actually going to receive a gift that they hadn’t been expecting at all. a gift that would change their life forever and would happen in twenty minutes exactly. yes, twenty minutes. at 9:05am, things slowly unfolded to bring them down to the gift they were going to receive. and no it wasn’t any normal gift. pain etched through every part of scarlett’s body as she clutched her stomach which didn’t look much different than it had done a week ago. you’ve got it; she was in labour. there was so much panic going through her mind that she almost passed out in an instant but around ten minutes later they were in the hospital. all the couple kept mumbling was ‘this must be a nightmare, let me wake up.’ the birth went productively with only a few complications in which the cords ended up wrapped around the babies necks. oh, did i mention that the babies were twins? my bad. anyway, both babies were delivered successfully, weighed, wrapped in towels and handed to mother and father who looked completely shocked. it took them quite some time for it to sink in their minds that they now had two twin girls and that didn’t know what to do. they took it in their hands to name the girls of which they named one bethany and one aurelie. there was exactly a minute and a half between the two girls with bethany being the oldest and aurelie being the youngest. now it was decision making time. what were this couple going to do? there was only one way to find out.
the young married couple, now parents of two little girls, were completely confused about what to do. part of them wanted to keep the babies but part of them knew it could be a danger and could also corrupt their job. for all they knew, their job could endanger their children and they did not want that. it took them a few days to decide what to do but once they had, they were sure it was the right thing. well, possibly not the right thing but who knows? scarlett and adam disguised themselves the very next day and took their four day old twins to the nearest care home in which they stated that they were a poor couple and could not afford to keep their babies. they did insist that the twins grew up together. however, they didn’t know if this was going to happen. they only hoped that the twins never got separated and with that, they were never to be seen again. little did bethany or aurelie know, they were both transported to different care homes never to see one another again. of course they knew no different since they were so young but it was still quite daunting being somewhere that was unfamiliar to you. bethany was taken into a care home ten miles away from her home town. it was quite a nice little place with lots of children of all ages and such friendly staff that would show love and affection whenever you needed it. bethany was given a social worker who looked after her a lot more often than any other member of staff but she rarely complained and was actually quite a quiet and insecure girl as she got older. well, it wasn’t surprising since she didn’t stay in one place for long.
and aurelie? well aurelie had a rough time. she was transported all the way over to quebec, canada to a young couple who wanted a child. she was only six days old at the time and hadn't even been in the foster system for very long before the afore mentioned couple decided to adopt her. aurelie was taken to cassandra and william harvey who already had a set of twins whom were a year old at the time of aurelie's adoption. cassandra was a kindergarten teacher and william was a plumber so they were quite well off. and for the first couple of weeks that aurelie was with them everything was going seemingly perfect until a sudden accident left the harvey family in a state of shock and grief. in some sort of weird, freak accident, riley; the female twin, was killed at the amusement park they were visiting. it was child friendly, but on one of the rides, riley's belt came undone and the ride malfunctioned, effectively causing her to come flying out of the ride, she landed on her head and died on impact. there was nothing the paramedics could do. now the harvey's were rather superstitious characters and they thought that the accident had something to do with aurelie so they sent her to a foster home in quebec where she was put straight back into the system. poor little aurelie was only two months old at the time and had no idea what was going on.
a fair few days down the line saw the arrival of the moressy's who had two sons who were at the ages of two and one at the time of aurelie's adoption. now this was a family of comedian's and so nothing was taken seriously, and i mean nothing at all - how they ended up being allowed to take aurelie on as a child was anyone's guess really because they didn't seem like the type to adopt a child. both alana and charles moressy were stand up comics and worked flexible shifts to accommodate their children's lives, although admittedly there were on a break at the time of aurelie's adoption. when they brought her home everything was fine and dandy. until a couple of days after her adoption, yet another freak accident occurred; this time it was not one of the children to die, but the mother. yes, alana was killed in a freak accident. according to charles, she was only doing the dishes at the time and little aurelie came crawling into the kitchen with a panda bear in her mouth. the toaster fell into the sink at the same time alana put her hands back in there. it was plugged in and she received an electric shock that lasted a couple of minutes before she fell to the floor right next to aurelie who screamed the place down. she was pronounced dead at the scene and aurelie was so traumatised by that, that she was sent back to the same foster place as before. ever since that day aurelie has been afraid of toasters and sinks of washing up. after this accident, the poor girl couldn't sleep at night and developed a fear of toast and sleeping.
moving onto her third set of parents from the foster system. the white family. fairly young at the time of the adoption, again they already had children of their own. two boys who were four and three at the time. they weren't a terribly lenient family, but fairly strict in the way they 'governed' the household that they lived in. they were the kind of family that lived by: 'if you dropped it, pick it up.' and other lines like that. having a girl wasn't something that they really wanted to do, but the just found that they could not resist her baby charm and blonde hair. so they snapped her up right away and she settled in almost instantly. at one point; like three days into the adoption they wanted to change her name because they didn't think that aurelie suited her, but the foster agency stated that her parents expressed their wishes that aurelie kept the name aurelie at all costs. thinking nothing else of it, they looked after her as a normal family would, but noticed that strange things began to happen while she was staying there. little accidents occurred when they least expected, thinking nothing of this they carried on with their lives as normal until a few days before rachael's birthday the unthinkable happened. joseph was out in the yard playing on his tricycle, aurelie sitting on a blanket in the grass with some toys while rachael was just making up a tray of snacks. there was a loud cry, a loud bang, a crash and aurelie started screaming. rachael dropped what she was doing and ran outside. the scene before her eyes was not pretty. joseph had ridden his tricycle into the slide set which had collapsed on top of him. there was blood everywhere; even over aurelie. it took two firemen crews and a paramedic crew to get joesph free, but it was too late. the side of his head had been severed and he had died from massive blood loss. and as you can probably guess already; aurelie was sent straight back into the foster system. this time with a fear of blood and slide sets. she had yet another problem with sleeping and often had nightmares.
there was an air of superstition hanging around aurelie now and it looked like nobody wanted to adopt her because they had read those stories in the papers. but she had quite a nice time in the care home she was placed in, even though she was a bit of a nightmare child now. to be fair though, she was in trauma over everything that had happened in her last foster homes; those accidents gave her nightmares and she was only ten months old at the time of being shoved back into the care home. up until she was fourteen months old aurelie had little to no-one to look after her. then the duke family came along. they were a fairly rich family with a smug aura around them. they seemed terribly proud of the fact that they were adopting a child and made sure that everyone in the vicinty knew what they were doing and which child they were adopting. margo even made a huge fuss of aurelie when she was brought out. their son; michael was less than pleased at having a new child in the family and instantly decided that he hated the little girl. but he was only 6 years old at the time and although he should probably know right from wrong, he didn't and made aurelie's life a living hell. he would torment her in her cot, take away her toys and pinch her when his mother wasn't looking. at school he told everyone that he had a baby sister and that no-one was allowed to see her because she was too ugly to be seen and was kept locked away in a room that only his mother entered three times a day; this was far from the truth though. margo flaunted aurelie's beauty and exotic name. but everything was soon dropped when michael collapsed suddenly - he was in aurelie's room at the time and he just collapsed to the floor, unable to breath and turning blue. it was a half hour before michael and aurelie were found. she was huddled up in the corner of the room, crying her eyes out and pointing at michael's cold body. he'd been dead too long. paramedics were called but unfortunately they were too late to revive him. now they were concerned with the afore mentioned superstition and aurelie was thrown straight back into the foster system, yet again. this also happened to be the day of her first birthday. she was now, even more traumatised than before.
news had lead out in the foster agencies that aurelie was not the child that you'd want to adopt. and for a couple of months people had been 'hmm'ing and 'uhmm'ing about whether or not to adopt her into their families. but no-one did. until a high class business man and his wife, came along to quebec, canada with their four other children who were; eight, six, four and two at the time. for two years they had been trying for a girl but were unsuccessful. then the doctor came along and told katherine that she was infertile and wasn't able to have any more children. this was annoying to her and so they went through an adoption agency who referred them to the care home that aurelie was in. it was actually by chance that they found aurelie. there they were; the ramirez family, sitting in the living room, watching all the children and deciding on which one to adopt, when the little blonde girl toddled into the room with the ear of a stuffed toy in her mouth and a blanket trailing behind her. jeremy, the eldest, thought that she was the cutest thing that he'd ever seen before and asked her for a hug - which she gave him. jeremy then decided to show his parents and carried aurelie over to them. katherine and christopher fell in love with her instantly. it was her big brown eyes that caught their attention first and the sadness within them. they asked her what he name was and she replied: 'aurelie.' calmly. they thought she was just being cute again and inquired about her past. it was safe to say that the ramirez's were rather shocked and stunned about her past and decided right there and then that they would adopt her. so they took aurelie back to their stately home in quebec where they lived rather happily.
being only a year old meant that aurelie wasn't well aware of the 'classes' within societies, neither was she aware of the status of her new family. but as she grew up she soon came to learn that their big house was no ordinary house and the work that they did was no ordinary work. it was world class and high class at the same time. every single day there was a new face in the ramirez state home and every day the children were told to stay out of the way until the meetings were over. the children always did as they were told and kept to one room; the play room, where jeremy introduced aurelie to the wonderful world of music and art. he taught the one year old how to draw simple things and started her out on simple pieces of music. and this continued through the days, weeks, months and years. the children were home schooled because the parents rarely left the house and at one point katherine made a ludicrous suggestion to christopher. she suggested using aurelie in one of her fashion shoots - this was when she was around five years old. at first christopher didn't agree to the exploitation of their daughter but once katherine explained the pros about it he agreed, although rather reluctantly at first. a fashion shoot was arranged in quebec, canada where they lived and katherine took aurelie along to it. now being at such a young age, aurelie was fascinated with everything and like bethany, she too didn't look where she was going at all and ended up wandering off from her mother and running into another person. the blonde girl ended up in a heap on the floor with her arm curled up underneath her and the other girl half sitting on her. it definitely looked like a painful way to land but aurelie was okay - well, she said that she was okay. suddenly the other girl was pulled to her feet and there was a hand in front of her face. not knowing what to do aurelie just continued to sit there, staring at the brunette before her. some kind of weird connection was going on between the two of them and she wasn't sure whether she liked it or not.
eventually aurelie was back up on her feet, just in time too! because her mother had appeared out of no-where to see what had happened. apparently her mother and the other girls mother knew each other and started talking to one another for a while, as the two five year olds simply stood there staring at each other. unlike bethany, aurelie was brought up to always be polite, no matter how snobbish the people were around her, unfortunately she didn't like talking much and people found her to be as rude as they were themselves. at this very moment in time, aurelie didn't know what to say to the girl and just looked her up and down once before clinging onto her mother's leg and sucking her thumb. the girl apologised moments later and came over to her, bethany. her name was bethany. aurelie looked up to her mother who nodded, indicating that she could talk with the little girl. "i'm aurelie." she mumbled, thumb still in her mouth. a couple of minutes later, all the shyness that was there with aurelie had disappeared and was replaced with happiness. she felt as though she had known this girl her entire life - oh, if she only knew. for an hour or so while the two mothers talked ( and we all know how much mothers can talk ), aurelie and bethany ran around the fashion shoot, getting lost in the back room several times before falling into a pile of old clothes. aurelie had a wrapped cookie in the pocket of her designer jeans, she pulled it out, unwrapped it and broke it in half, handing one half to bethany before nibbling at her half whilst holding on her blanket with her free hand. she never went anywhere without her blanket. but then they were found by their mothers and taken home, never to see each other again.
at the age of six while christopher was away on a business meeting, aurelie wanted a cuddle from her mother half way through the night because she had had a nightmare about all those people that had died when she had been with them and wandered into her room. the scene before her eyes was not a very pretty one. there her mother was, stark naked on the bed. and there a strange man was, stark naked on top of her. aurelie had no idea what was going on, but she knew that that man on the bed with her mother was most definitely not her father so she just stood there staring at them until her mother saw her and pushed the guy over the side of the bed. katherine shoved her dressing gown on and ushered aurelie back to her bedroom where she cuddled her tightly before putting her back to bed and telling her that the man was a friend and there was nothing wrong with what she was doing. it was adult stuff she was told. aurelie didn't take in a word of what she was saying though because she was too traumatised. now she felt dirty. once she was sure that her mother was back in her room, the blonde girl wandered to the bathroom attached to her bedroom and turned the taps in the bath and added some bubble bath. aurelie ran her own bath and bathed herself, but she slipped once she was dried and clothed and hit her head on the taps. a scream escaped her lips as she fell back into the bath. everything was plunged into darkness and the poor girl was going to drown. fortunately for her, jeremy had the room next to her and heard the scream. he pulled her out of the bath and revived her, but he didn't call the paramedics because he figured that she was okay. after helping her change into dry clothes he slipped into her bed with her and she fell asleep on his chest.
as the years progressed aurelie developed an eating disorder, anorexia to be exact - this was in no way to do with all the skinny celebrities that every child/teenager wished to be like when they grew up, no not at all. her past was catching up with her and she often had nightmares about everything that had happened with her last foster homes/parents. the chilling nightmares began and she'd wake up every single night at the same time and let out a bloodcurdling scream that would wake the whole household. not only that but around the same time the children were playing around with flashlights and jeremy accidentally flashed his one straight into aurelie's eyes. this caused her much physical pain; her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the floor in a heap; limbs convulsing in a sort of fit. later on at the hospital she was diagnosed with epilepsy and was prescribed medicines. the doctor also told her mother to keep her away from bright/flashing/strobe/neon lights. not that she listened. by the time she was nine aurelie had been into the hospital around nineteen times because her medication had been 'forgotten' to be administered to her. another year went by and aurelie turned ten, she found that she didn't like her family anymore and wanted to run away. and that's exactly what she did. in the dead of the night aurelie packed up a small bag and left her 'home' - she didn't know where to go, heck she didn't have anywhere to go she just started to walk. she managed to get to a canal before she collapsed from exhaustion; waking up the next morning in her bed back home. this is where she didn’t want to be. this was the beginning of the brutal punishment from her parents.
at the age of ten her mother decided to take an interest in her love of music and took over from jeremy in teaching her guitar - aurelie had already mastered everything that she needed to know so there really was no point. it was just an excuse for katherine to claim and alibi as to her whereabouts when her husband questioned her about her not being around much. the truth was that she was sleeping around with other men; she would have brought them back to her house but by this time christopher had started working from home because he had suspected something of her and wanted to know what was going on. well, christopher had a business meeting to go three thousand miles away from their home and it was to last a week. once his bags were packed and he said goodbye to all of his children and katherine, he departed in a car and katherine sighed loudly. she had decided that this would be the opportune moment to get back into her 'business' and started bringing men home to 'work' once again. on one particular night there was a raging storm and she had invited the man to stay for the night in her room/bed. during the night this man and aurelie had both awoken from their slumber and needed a drink. aurelie went one way to the kitchen while the man went another way. they met at the kitchen and started talking with each other. then all of a sudden his mood changed and he picked aurelie up and threw her into a room which he locked the door of and advanced on aurelie. not knowing what was going on she began to panic and felt as though the walls in the room were closing in around her. she couldn't breathe. he removed her nightclothes and raped her.
after that night aurelie's mood began to change dramastically. she was no longer a sweet, caring child that would be as quiet as a mouse. she was loud and obtrusive. she was anti-authority and got on everyone's nerves. this was because she was 'insecure.' she didn't know what to do with her life anymore and decided that it was time to quit the music business before she even started and instead turned to modelling instead. she starved herself to become stick thin and refused to wear the clothes that her mom picked out for her. by the time she was fifteen, aurelie had been with two modelling agencies. she tried to fit in, but apparently she 'didn't have the look' and so they didn't want her. aurelie wasn't amused, she was fed up with trying to fit in and so she decided that maybe she should just give up and look how she wanted to look and not how others told her to look. aurelie 'forgot' about her image and concentrated on her school work, until she heard from a long lost relative...her father. she arranged to meet him one day, but there was a catch; she had to leave new jersey for a while...which she did. aurelie left new jersey behind and moved to new york where she lived with her father, her biological father for a time. he got her into modelling agencies and pretty soon she was the poster child for skeleanimals and all was right in her world...not really. her father got drunk one night and fell in front of a moving train, he died on impact and aurelie was shocked. she moved back to new jersey and was trying to start her life all over again. but that didn’t last very long because soon after that she found that modelling was not her thing and new jersey was not the place she needed to be. aurelie packed her bags for the last time and moved all the way to perth where she was found by perth sporting academy for her amazing abilities at parkour. intrigued she enrolled like they asked her too and is still there today.
ROLEPLAYER ![/size]
alias; jude, fish, pie, etc..
other characters; jett zaboravljen && alessandro gabriel spencer.
how did you find us?; in the cookie jar.
how can we contact you?; tweet.
roleplay sample;
ONE SONG,
ABOUT A GIRL.
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can't breath when i'm around her.The remains of last night’s take out pizza lay littered across the table that one young man was currently asleep at, his head in a pizza box, a can of mountain dew in his hand and a half smoked cigarette in the ash tray next to his head; still smoking slightly. The stench that was being let off from all four subjects wasn’t that bad, but if you had a weak nose then, well… the guy probably needed to take a shower to get rid of the smell and the other stuff would definitely need to go in the trash can. But that would all be done once the boy was actually awake and with it. At the moment is was drawing to around ten in the morning and he was still asleep after having fallen asleep at half past nine on a Saturday night. How sad was that? Well it wasn’t actually if you’d know what this particular boy had been doing all morning and all afternoon - well, he was on tour and he did have a lot of music business stuff that he had to attend to because he was in a band and when in a band there was quite a lot of things that you had to do and not all of it involved music like most people probably thought. There was the whole writing the songs, writing the music, tuning the instruments, organising band projects, organising sets, promoting the music and all the other things that comes with being in a band. It was all so tiring and it was a wonder that the boy had fallen asleep where he had. You couldn’t blame him to be honest, but be thankful that he didn’t fall asleep in a weirder place such as the bathroom, or, or under the tour bus!
At around half past ten there was a small amount of shuffling coming from the end of the tour bus where all the bunks lay, one on top of the other, but the boy did not stir, he carried on sleeping with his head in the pizza box - face, no doubt, covered in tomato sauce and whatever was on the pizza that they had last night. Once he woke up he’d have a shower. There was no doubt about that because he wouldn’t let himself walk around all day smelling like some kind of hobo. Sure it would probably scare off all the fan girls and keep them at bay, but only for a while, if he left it for a little longer then there would be no fan girls for him to poke away with his big stick (he doesn’t really have a big stick, but he says he does, in hopes to scare off the fan girls - it doesn’t always work though). Anyway, there was no way that this boy would go any where without taking a shower because he likes to be clean and smelling nice, and he especially liked the smell of his shampoo. Coconut smells nice. According to him anyway. The pizza was actually sticking to his face as his head lay in the box and the sauce was getting all over his face. Yum. If he was too look up right at this moment in time he would have looked a sight and I’m betting a quarter that the fan girls (if there were any outside the tour bus) would start yelling obscenities at him such as ‘can I lick your face?’ and other such atrocities that would scare the poor boy half to death. Most fan girls scared him with what they said to him while those select few scared him with the acts that they performed. He once said that fan girls should be banned. Unfortunately no-one ever listens to him and the poor boy is stuck with the fan girls wondering what he could possibly do with them, or what he could possibly do to keep them at some length or another.
For what could have possibly been about ten minutes, the boy was still sat there with his head on the pizza box and the can of mountain dew in his hand. If anyone were to walk past they would not have noticed him due to the fact that he had been covered over by a couple of coats and some blankets to keep him warm - the pizza was doing a better job of that though. He did not hear the sounds of Dakota making her way around the tour bus, nor did he see her when she sat down on the sofa thing to eat her dry cereal - if he had he would have probably joined her in the eating of the dry cereal and then perhaps he would have given her a cuddle of some sort before cleaning himself up in the shower and making everything in the tour bus neat and tidy. That’s what he was like. A couple minutes more and Dakota had left the tour bus and everyone inside of it. At the sound of the door shutting the boy looked up sleepily and sure enough there was a slice of pizza hanging off his face along with some sauce that was on his nose. The boy rubbed his nose sleepily, smearing some of the sauce around his face more. His hand came into contact with the slice of pizza on his face and he jumped slightly. Peeling it off of his face, the nineteen year old dropped it back into the box, stood up, scooped the box up in his hands along with the mountain dew and dumped it all in the trash can, then, rather sleepily, he made his way over to the small bathroom and shut the door behind him - but he did not lock it. Claustrophobia got him at the best of times. Stripping his clothes off, the boy turned the taps on the shower and stepped inside almost immediately. The water was hot and it wasn’t too long before the whole bathroom was steamed up. Quickly he shampooed his hair and washed himself, then he stepped out and went to get dressed.
Everything stayed neater in his suitcase so he decided that it would be much easier if he lived out of it rather than the tiny closets that they had in the tour buses. Wrapped in his towel and trying to keep it on himself so that he didn’t expose himself to anyone or any of the fan girls (now that would have been bad), the nineteen year old rummaged around in his suitcase for some decent clothes to put on. It took him around ten minutes but he finally found the clothes that he wanted to wear and shuffled over to the small ‘equipment’ room which is where he liked to get dressed, ‘just in case.’ First on went his SpongeBob boxer shorts, then his socks, after that came his skinny fit black jeans and a tight fitting white t-shirt with ‘headphone’ print detail around the neck. Towel drying his hair off so that it looked messy, he put his towel on the dryer rack and made his way over to the other side of the tour bus where all the shoes were kept. Once there he picked up his beloved, tattered black converse high-tops and sat himself down on the floor to put them on. It took him several attempts at getting them laced up correctly (OCPD.) but once that was all done he was ready to go. Grabbing his scarf, wallet full of change, Sidekick and keys from the dish on the side, he exited the tour bus quietly and made his way along the road with no idea of where he was heading too. Then it struck him that he didn’t have any breakfast and looked around for the nearest store where he could buy some lucozade. Eventually he found one and brought two bottles of lucozade which he polished off quickly.
Now he needed to find a trash can of some sorts so that he could put his bottles into it - he wasn’t a fan of littering and thought that everyone who littered needed to be poked with a very large stick and made to pick up the stuff that they dropped and put it in the trash can. He found a trash can, dropped the two empty bottles into it and looked down at his feet, deciding that they would do all the walking today and he wouldn’t complain where they took him - as long as it wasn’t a place where the fan girls would see him and try to glomp him. Actually, to be perfectly honest he wouldn’t mind if he wound up in a place where a certain little orange-haired someone was. Oh, that would definitely make his day. What he would give to see her today, he’d do anything just to see her smile and to feel her touch, anything at all. As he walked, the boy wished that he would be able to see her - it had been too long since he had last seen her and he didn’t want to not see her. He hated not seeing her, although he was in the same band as her, it killed him slightly whenever he couldn’t see her because, and this is a secret, he has a crush on her and is secretly in love with her. Although he could never tell her this though for fear of her rejecting him - even though there was no reason that she should. It was the way that his little mind worked.
His feet led him to the arcade where he came across the wonderful sight of an orange haired young lady on the Dance, Dance Revolution. Obviously she hadn’t meant to show off her hair so that people would recognise her, the hood from her hoodie had fallen down and apparently she hadn’t noticed. With a sly grin (the two bottles of lucozade he had earlier were already working their magic upon him), the boy pulled his scarf up over his mouth so that he looked like an outlaw. Putting on a fake Spanish accent, he mimicked a fan boy. ‘OHEMGEE!’ he started, bouncing up and down a little for some emphasis. ‘YO USTED DAKOTA!” to make it seem more believe-able he had to add in some Spanish words along with the accent otherwise she would probably realise who it was before she’d even turned around. He squealed immediately after having said what he said and kept his scarf over his mouth, bouncing all the while. He hoped that he hadn’t frightened her too much, that would have been bad and he didn’t much like the thought of making her hurt herself. Just in case she slipped he put his arms out to catch her and hoped that she wouldn’t hit him. Why would she hit him? He had no idea.
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REPLY STATUS: Koti.
OUTFIT: outfiiiit.
LYRICS: About A Girl [BY] The Academy Is...
STATUS: completed. finally.
WORD COUNT: 1834 and that's without all these codes. o___o
MISC: erm. wheee. sorry it's a tad, er long.
