Post by MIRABELLE BROOKS on Nov 13, 2012 3:56:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]RUBY FULL NAME: mirabelle valerie brooks ALIAS: mira, belle, val DATE OF BIRTH: february 8th, 1988 AGE: twenty four OCCUPATION: blackjack dealer SEXUALITY: heterosexual PLAY BY: therese fischer LOCAL [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me What's your full name? [/style]mirabelle valerie brooks In terms of your nicknames, what are your preferences? i usually go by mira. only one person ever called me belle, but that was a long time ago and i'm not all that comfortable with anyone else calling me that. How old are you? twenty four What's your occupation? i run a daycare in my house during the day, and then i work as a blackjack dealer at night. Where were you born? tallahassee, florida Five positive personality traits fighter, protective, motherly, responsible, serious Four negative pesrsonality traits guarded, pleaser, sensitive, naive Three favourites object: mickey mouse person: daughter place: somewhere high up like a roof top or mountain Two secrets - sometimes i starve myself to make ends meet for my daughter and myself. - i lied when i told him that even if i was pregnant, it wasn't his kid One dream a happy life with a career, someone who loves me unconditionally, and a family... a proper family. Who is this "him"? it started when i was fourteen. we met while we were volunteering to be first aiders. we got to know one another and it just sort of clicked, you know? i mean it wasn't one of those cliches you read about where we immediately got into dating. it wasn't like that. i admit, we did shamelessly flirt with one another, but he wasn't the type of guy i should fall for. he went against everything i believed in. he was a bad boy, to say the least. he was a charmer. the kind that knew he was good looking and used it to his advantage. i was also pretty sure he had a girlfriend. but we were good friends, best friends, even. he had his girlfriend and i had.... well i was single, but it didn't matter to me at that point. well, it didn't until he broke up with his girlfriend. i knew there was a bit of sexual tension between the two of us. we crack enough dirty jokes with one another as it is, but it should have stopped there. it didn't, though. our friendship went from strictly platonic to one filled with sex. and i mean a lot of sex. we didn't classify it as a relationship because he wasn't ready for one, and to be honest, i didn't really care. it was a no strings attached kind of thing. best friends who have sex. i mean, it happens all the time, right? of course it does. that's why they called it cliches. because i had undeniably fallen in love with my best friend. i was ashamed with what i was feeling. i had promised him i wouldn't fall in love, so i tried to distance myself. i didn't see or talk to him for a whole month before he came knocking at my door. he told me he missed me and the cliches of all cliches happened; he proclaimed his love for me. he told me he would never want to lose me again. at sixteen, and a hopeless romantic, i had believed him. i wanted a life with him. we were the kind of couple everyone envied. there was no denying that we loved each other. even at a young age, we knew that there was no one else for us, that no one could stand in our way. after graduation, we moved in with one another. we were ready to start our life together. we knew we were too young to get married, but that didn't stop us from being together like we were. i was twenty when i fell pregnant. we had always talked about starting a family, but he always told me he wasn't ready. he told me he didn't want a kid until he graduated with a degree and had a career. i understood where he was coming from, of course. but then when i saw the positive on my pregnancy test, i had no idea what to do. i remember it clear as day. he had just come home from class and had kissed me as a greeting, but when he realized i hadn't responded, he asked me what was wrong. she smiled tentatively at him, "oh nothing, i was just thinking" she told him before placing her cup of coffee back on the island table. he raised an eyebrow at her, "about what?" she shrugged, watching him place his bag down on the couch, "nothing in particular." he had known she was lying, of course. they had been friends for six years. he knew her like the back of her hand, so when he gave her a pointed look, she caved with a sheepish smile, "i was just thinking what you would do if i was pregnant." he froze, eyes widened at her for a minute before he cautiously narrowed his eyes at her, "why? are you pregnant?" he asked in panic. she laughed, shaking her head, "no, i was just asking. so.... what would you do?" he relaxed visibly before shrugging, "i don't know belle. you know i want a family with you, but i can't have a kid yet. i want to have a life first." after he told me that, i just kind of... shattered, you know? i couldn't get an abortion, but i couldn't let him know that i was pregnant either. i didn't know what to do. so i did what i thought would be best for the both of us. i left. he was in class when i packed up all my things. i was so afraid that he would break my heart if he knew i was pregnant. i wasn't prepared for that. i left him a note. i told him where i'd be. i told him i was pregnant. he didn't come see me for months. but just like that first time when i left him, he came knocking on my door. imagine my surprise when i saw a rough looking spencer standing in my doorway, looking like shit. but i didn't care. i had given him a chance to come find me when i left him. i waited for six months. he never came. i was ready to slam the door in my face, but his foot stopped the door from closing. "i'm sorry belle, i am so sorry. i know that no matter how many times i say it, it will never be enough, but i love you belle. please, just listen to me. let me explain." she hadn't wanted to. she didn't want to hear anything he had to say, but he wasn't moving his foot, and she didn't want to stand there all day, blocking the door, so she stepped aside to let him in. he took a step towards her, hand caressing her cheek, but she stepped back away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. he sighed, "belle, i'm a complete wreck without you. you're my best friend, my world, and i would be an idiot to let you go again. i love you my beautiful belle, and i want to be part of our child's life. please, forgive me." he rubbed his face, "i know i haven't been here for the past few months for our child, but i want to be there for our child when it comes out. i want to love our baby as much as i love you. please mirabelle, forgive me." his hand searched his jacket pocket before producing a ring box. he opened it, producing a small silver ring, "it's not the engagement ring we talk about, but this is a promise ring. this is my promise to you, belle. i promise i'll love you forever. i promise that i will always be there for you, and i promise that our baby is going to be raised by one hell of a family." and just like that, i was sucked right back into his charm. but then i lost the baby when i was in a car accident. i lost my baby boy when the car ran the red light while i was crossing the road. needless to say, i miscarried. i was devastated and so was spencer. we were in a rut for a while, but then we told each other that we could always try again. and we did. we tried for months, but nothing. and the more we failed, the more we argued, and then within a year, we couldn't even speak to each other. and then one day, exactly two years ago, i found him sleeping with another girl.... on our bed. he had cheated on me for a whole year, told me he was sorry, and that he had fallen out of love with me. the same day i was going to tell him i was pregnant. i didn't have a chance to tell him though. not after what i found. i was too sick with the sight and the pregnancy to respond. his new girl toy was the one who had suspected that i was pregnant, though. called it "woman's intuition". the two of them had confronted me, but i reassured them that even if i was pregnant, it wouldn't be spencer's child. he didn't really know me if he believed that bullshit. of course, i packed my things and left. but i had nowhere to go and to be honest, i didn't really want to stay in tallahassee, so i gathered everything i saved and i jumped the state. i didn't stop until i found myrtle beach. i gave birth to my beautiful little daughter, alannah, and have been doing my best to raise her on my own. but money was scarce, even with my daycare job, so i took a part time job at the casino as a blackjack dealer. it was hard to make ends meet for the boy of us. she's only a year and a half, and the baby materials weren't exactly cheap. from diapers, to clothes, to baby food... my baby girl was growing each and every day and i wouldn't be able to afford every piece of new clothing for her. so sometimes, to make sure i gave my daughter everything i could, i had to skip a few meals or take extra shifts. but life is life. because when life gives you lemon, you make fucking lemonade. |
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