Post by SCARLETT DRESCELL on Jul 18, 2012 15:41:27 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;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: scarlett serena drescell ALIAS: scar , red , ss , bitch DATE OF BIRTH: 30.06.1992 AGE: 19 OCCUPATION: university student SEXUALITY: straight PLAY BY: phoebe tonkin UNIVERSITY [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]all about me CHILDHOOD DAYS (0-16 years old) [/style]quotes: “daddy, you have to promise to come back! mommy and I miss you..” – 16 years old. “oh can you please pass the peas?” – 14 years old “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to bumps into you” – 11 years old “waaah…daadddy. want..daddy” -- 2 years old “can I please be excused from the table?” – 4 years old traits: happy, sweetheart, caring, attentive, affectionate, spontaneous, giggly, caring, warm, gentle, animal lover, reserved, shy, precious, innocent, adored, beloved, thoughtful, moral THE SWITCH: it was a a cold december morning, the brunette lay in bed, her hair sprayed out all over the pillow and her eyes squeezed shut, her legs shifting under the sheet with the images that were being played in her mind in the form of a dream. her fingers wrapped around the blanket tighter, and suddenly her eyes shot open to be met with the while wall of her bedroom. out of the warzone, she loosened her grip on the now wrinkled comforter and rubbed at her eyes. feeling a dip in the bed, the sixteen year old girl groaned and rolled onto her stomach to hide her face into the pillow, trying to escape her mother’s gentle voice to wake her up. scarlett went to so far as to block out the sun with the blanket over her head. “now is that anyway to greet your father?””, the cover was thrown off and her head picked up to stare that the middle aged man that was sitting on the edge of her bed dressed in his army uniform and everything that went with his credentials as a high ranking officer, DADDY! she shouted, hearing her mouth giggle from the doorway. he arms wrapped around her father’ neck as a child would hug a stuffed animal, but she had not seen him in almost a year except for the few moments that they talked through the computer but even that was not enough for scarlett. at sixteen, she was spoiled, there was no doubt but she held onto her respectful side and remained down to earth. feeling her fathers arms around her resulted in the tears to flood to her eyes followed by a chuckle as she burrowed her face into her father’s neck, never wanting to let him go. “i can eat breakfast like this but you young lady, have grown too big for me to carry..”, pulling away to brush a strand of hair from her tearstained cheek. daddddy…, her voice pleading as she was afraid to ask the question that she had been aching to ask, “yes my darling scarlett..” he asked while cupping her face into his large calloused hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead. scarlett had missed her father terribly since he had left to go across seas to the war, which she had wished would just end. scarlett was no doubt to be a daddy’s girl and it reflected on the more affectionate side that she showed to her father over her mother. taking in a deep, shaky breath as the tears of joy were still leaking out of her eyes, she dared to ask the question, how long are you hear for?, her voice small as she glanced up through her wet eyelashes. “just for tonight..” but his trailing off and long pause had her breath hitched as she waited for the rest, at least hoping there was more, “but i go back for two weeks, finish trailing jordan, clean up the camp a little and then I’m back..for good..”. the grin had been growing since the but, waiting for this day for over six years for that was how long as her dad had been enlisted. her arms flew around him again and the force knocked the high ranking officer off the side of the bed and had him crashing to the floor as his daughter hugged him in excitement. that is the best Christmas present dad!, giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to tell her mother who undoubtfully already knew. TWO WEEKS LATER dolled up for the event, scarlett had not been able to sleep for the past day since the days had been crossed off her calendar, and finally it was Christmas and her father was to be coming home, for good. with a grin on her face and an extra bounce in her step, scarlett made her way down the step to see that her mother had already planned everything out from the day that they were going to have and scarlett had agreed to leave the house for a little bit so that the night portion of her mother’s plans could take off. scarlett finished cooking the breakfast, and wrapping the last of the gifts and with a glance to the clock, she counted down the seconds until the door would open. an hour had passed though and she was still sitting at the kitchen table, moving her food around on the fork, you sure his flight wasn’t delayed? she asked her mother who was mimicking her only daughter and pushing the cold food around the Christmas plate. “I’m sure baby girl..” she commented, flashing her daughter a smile to her father’s nickname for her. scarlett’s smile grew even larger, not offended this time by her mother using the nickname that her father created for his only daughter. however, her eyes dropped to her food as her mother began to start to pack the food away, you realize that you will do that and he will show up mom. it’s murphy’s law… but her voice trailed off and she began to help her mother. taking only minutes to clear the kitchen table off and pack away the food for later, scarlett heard a knock at the door and perked up with a raised eyebrow to follow her surprised expression. why didn’t he use his key.. she asked, glancing at the empty spot on the key rack that was hanging on the wall as she passed into the living room and opened the door, her smile instantly dropping and her brows furrowing, can I help you.. the two dressed officials held every army families worst nightmare, a folded up flag and a letter that was folded to look official. ontop of the flag was the dog collar, half burnt away that read “willams”. blinking, scarlett felt as though a hole had been punched into her entire being, not just her body but her soul. the items slipped from her fingers as her mother crumbled to the floor to gather the items, wanting to cherish them. the officers began to turn away and scarlett blinked, reaching for one of their uniforms and causing him to turn around to face her, “miss please remove your hand..”. scarlett could not even find the right question, so much as the right words to say. this is a joke right…you guys are playing a joke… but the look that the two men shot each other confirmed her answer and scarlett just shook her head in disbelief. what do you mean…I mean..how…why…WHY!?, her voice suddenly raising to a volume that was unnatural to her, causing her throat to be strained. the men just looked at her, one looking away with a distant look in his eye as if he was transported back to another time or place while the other cleared his throat, “it’s all in the letter” and they began to walk away again. growling, she felt something snap in her whether it was her faith, her heart, her hope, or her actual sanity, is yet to be determined but she ran off the porch, barefoot into the seattle snow to catch their arm once more. no, that is bullshit and you know it. that letter will just say that he died in combat and that he will be cherished. did you even know him!? why is he in a casket and not you!?, her words stinging the males and she saw it as the one was brought back to present time with her shouting, “I knew him.” he stated. her eyes flitted over to him as he continued, “I was there, he saved us. he saved us all.”, his eyes darting away from hers as her father and her had the same colored eyes and it just reminded him of the pain that he felt in watching the building explode with the commanding officer, “he loved you a great deal..”. she heard herself scoff, and her head shaking as she dropped her hand from his uniform and finally registered that her knees were knocking together. whether it was from the cold, or from the actual realization that her father was not coming home, scarlett crumbled to the ground, clutching the snow the surrounded her. maybe the snow is what turned her soul cold, or maybe it was the cold that she got only weeks later to build ontop of her father’s death. “he was a brave man, I wouldn’t be standing here if it weren’t for him. he took the bomb for us.”, with cold glare up to him through her curled brunette locks, she felt her soul turn to ice and her heart turn even colder and she mumbled, I wish it was you instead of him., and the officers turned away from the girl, giving her nothing but a small questioned answer and an ache in her heart that just kept growing. her mother moved on quickly, and scarlett was left to fill the void all on her own, a feat that she has yet to fulfill. PRESENT DAY (19 years old) “are you fucking blind?” “ha, in what world?” “go to hell” “if you don’t get out of my face, I’ll stick this pen through your eye, the only part of the brain that might be functioning” “do you mind?” traits: cold, uncaring, cunning, manipulative, slut (with standards), huge tease, bitch, heartless, emotionally damaged, emotionally unavailable, gave up on love, abrasive, aggressive, blunt, scared, scarred, hurting, still grieving, feisty, drinker, partier guarded, indifferent, writer, |
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