Post by harriett on Oct 12, 2012 16:59:39 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;]CAT FULL NAME: harriet quinn dunn ALIAS: har, harri, ri DATE OF BIRTH: 1 april 1989 AGE: 23 OCCUPATION: broadway actress / fine arts major SEXUALITY: heterosexual PLAY BY: kate upton LOCAL [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me third grade play director |
harriet was always a wild child, even in the third grade. she took everything seriously, if i recall correctly. and of course, how could i ever forget that? she was like a star. brilliant and bright on her good days, but on her bad days, and when she exploded, it killed everyone else's light. luckily, when she was young, anyways, it didn't take much to set off the diva inside of her. in fact, those moments of utter and inevitable chaos were few and far between, something i heard got more and more rare as the years passed and her skill increased. even though she was as young as all the other kids in her acting group, she was different. she stood out. there was no doubt about it. she had this old timey class about her. when she sang (which she did, annoyingly enough, a lot..), she sang with soul and ambition. when she acted, she acted with the purity and devotion of someone from many years ago. i suppose, considering her circumstances; every kid has to have some sort of release. i guess since she never had or knew who her real parents were, she channeled her energy on singing and acting, which was a very good thing to do. god knows we don't need anymore messed up people in the world.
fifth grade math teacher[/size]
ugh, i remember harriet. i used to think she was quiet and soft spoken at first, but towards the middle of the year, i was definitely proven wrong on multiple occasions. she was always sleeping in class or was always late for some unknown reason. well, okay, i lied; it wasn't a complete mystery. the whole damned acting program at our school was a complete waste of time. it made intelligent, brilliant students - point and case, harriet - lose focus of what was really important. things like my class. i mean, seriously? algebra and word problems will get you far in life. flailing across a stage for a living? that doesn't get you anywhere. and what made it worse was that harriet seemed like such a smart girl, but she was putting it all in the wrong place first and foremost. second of all, her parents - or should i say, adopted mom - was terrible at showing up whatever kind of parent teacher meeting i tried to set up. it was like she was trying to avoid me on purpose or something like that.
misses dunn[/size]
i've always been supportive of my little girl. she may not be my own, but i still don't let that get in the way with anything. she's my daughter, no matter what the dna tests and papers say. her parents made a mistake when they gave her up and left her to die in the alley way off of fifth avenue. luckily, i found her. and that's pretty much our story. of course, hearing harriet's versions are always much more entertaining. she has a wide imagination, and there's no doubt that she can dramatize just about anything that you ask her to. of course, that can also be a bit of a curse, too. let's just say the "terrible twos" were especially terrible with a primadonna little baby like herself. her older brother, who at the time i adopted her was two years old, took to her very well. of course, i guess i didn't really expect a two year old to hate a bouncing baby, but you never know, right? shortly after harriet turned five and her older brother seven, i adopted my final baby. she was one at the time, and her parents had both died during a boating accident overseas. it was quite heartbreaking to think about it, but all my kids - all adopted, by the way - had stories to tell.
high school sweetheart[/size]
by the time we had gotten to high school, harriet and i had known each other for four years. we met in the sixth grade; i remember being in biology with her, and her distinctly telling me on the first day dissections that i "better cut the damn thing yourself before i faint". yeah, she was a total diva and drama queen. everyone at school knew that. but for some reason, that didn't stop her from being as lovable as she was. she really was a great girl when everything was going her way. on a good day, she was bubbly, talkative, and hilarious, and had just enough sassiness to keep you on edge. she had the potential to do so much more than what i hear she's doing now, but she never pursued a more education based career. acting and singing was always where her heart was. but back to our relationship, i suppose. i dunno what she ever saw in me - all i know is that what i saw in her was an incredibly sex and incredibly talented girl, and i was in love with her, plain and simple. we dated all throughout high school and through the first two years of university, but then things kind of... changed. i guess she got bored of me or something. girls like that always have some sort of bad boy addiction, after all. want to set themselves up to get hurt and not expect to feel the pain, or something like that. it was probably one of the worst breakups in the history of breakups, especially since it involved lots of crying and door slamming, and even after the fact, lots of makeup sex. but i guess i just wasn't good enough for her. makes me kind of wonder if anyone will ever be good enough for her.
fine arts professor[/size]
when i first watched harriet walk into my class - it was a smaller class; it had maybe fifty to seventy people in the lecture hall - i absolutely fell in love with her. not in the real sense of love, no, not at all. but just the way she carried herself and the way she was so confident in everything that she did. she was the only college freshman in a lecture hall of probably all juniors and seniors, but i kid you not - she out shined each and every single one of them. she had her stormy moments. she had days when everything had to go absolutely her way. but then there were days when she was pure magnificence, a brilliant soul both on and off the stage. those were the few days of the week that everyone else in the class loved her almost as much as i did. but they were few, and often surrounded by days where she was a little less than the beautiful angel her innocent face portrayed. but we all dealt with the hurricane if that meant we could see the eye of the storm shortly after. if that analogy always makes sense. harriet was always making analogies when she was in my class, and i guess it kind of just rubbed off on all of us, even though we were never as good at it as she was.
youngest sister[/size]
i can't really say that i never looked up to harri. i guess that was because she was loved by anyone, and i'd always get estranged looks if i said otherwise. i did love my sister. honest. but sometimes she made it very... difficult to like her. she was a huge diva, in all honesty. everything had to go her way, otherwise she would freak out. i don't really have much to say about her to be completely honest. we weren't really that close to begin with, but i still do go to most of her shows...
oldest brother[/size]
harriet gave me a purpose as an older brother. i was already the eldest, so there wasn't any real need for me to compete with her. i was a pretty decent student, and talented on the football field. well, okay... i just sounded extremely cocky saying that. but that's what my mom told me, anyways. and my coaches. but that was besides the point. i said harri gave my position as an older brother a lot of purpose.. and that was true, to a certain degree. she always had boys chasing after her, or always had people wanting to dump her in a trash can. it seemed every day it was a new dramatic issue, but it was nothing that we took together in stride. i guess, in a sense, i'm still her bodyguard today. i come to all of her shows and make sure nothing bad happens. not like she has any real enemies that would do something like kill her, but... i just like to be safe.
uncle henry[/size]
i'd like to take the credit for how far harriet has gotten in the industry, thank you very much. i sponsored her shows, i paid for her costumes, her makeup artist, her lessons - everything. not like her mother, my sister, didn't want to, but because she really couldn't afford to. and i guess seeing a little girl wanting to pursue dreams so big, i felt a little obligated to throw a little cash her way. okay, so it wasn't a little cash. it was a lot of cash. but look, she can pay me back whenever she wants to now - just look at how much money she's making doing just one show.
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