Post by LOKELANI DARLING on Oct 25, 2012 2:32:28 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;]LILY FULL NAME: Lokelani Belle Darling ALIAS: Lani DATE OF BIRTH: 06 06 1989 AGE: twenty-three OCCUPATION: Student/ Behavioral Analysist Rookie SEXUALITY: Bisexual PLAY BY: Anna Christine Speckhart UNIVERSITY STUDENT [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me The First Person Narration Lokelani Belle's Life. |
So I was born in Hawaii. Honolulu to be exact. My mother was from there and surprisingly my father was from Britain. I’m of a mutt. They met when he was on vacation. Matthew Darling and Leila Sweetwater. She was the hotel maid and he was on business. He spent most of his free time chasing her around and hitting on her. My mother, being who she is, blew him off several times. Her family wanted her to marry into a nice Hawaiian family. But as push comes to shove, my dad finally got the chance. He ended up staying in Hawaii. He had his job transferred over there and they went out for a year and a half until he got the courage to finally ask her to marry him. Actually he had to ask twice. The first time wasn’t special enough. My mother is such a character. She is lively, feisty, stubborn, confident, independent, and determined. A ball of fire and I got it all. My father is more of the preppy, cool jock. He is very laid back and charming. He is always nice and laughing. He doesn’t yell or really get mad. He just goes with the flow and such.
You can think of my father as a Sherlock Holmes of sorts. He has an OCD for looking at every little detail. It is sometimes very annoying and sometimes quite funny. But he isn’t a sarcastic smartie. Well he is, but he isn’t rude about it. As for my mother, after marrying my father, she was stay at home kind of woman. Very spoiled which led to me. Father being busy, mother having needs. Oh yes this leads to an affair. I was the oops baby. My father is actually Damien Emerson, and didn’t want anything to do with me. It was strange my father supposedly took it very well. He saw the clues that led up to it and sort of prepared himself for the truth. And instead of shouting and throwing my mother out and making her deal with me alone, he raised me as his own, and this is where I came in.
My name is Lani. I was born twenty three years ago on a hot, humid day. My mother wasn’t very happy about that, but she loves me anyways. When I was two we moved to California. It wasn’t that much of a change. California had beaches and honestly I was too young to remember Hawaii. We didn’t start taking trips there until I was around eight. That was also around the time things started falling apart. My father was diagnosed with cancer. We went in and out of treatments. He would have it, then taken out, then chemo just to start the process all over again. It went on until I was about twelve, that’s when he died. I was kind of a wreck after that. I’m sort of daddy’s girl. Still am. I think of him every day. I have this necklace he gave me. It’s one of those tribal things that has been handed down from generations. My grandfather gave it to my father after he married my mom and became part of the Sweetwater family. Instead of keeping it, he put it around my neck and I wear every day.
From that moment on I haven’t been the same. I found out Mr. Emerson had bipolar disorder, and guess what? That’s right it was passed on to me. We didn’t find out until I was about eighteen. But we’ll get into that in a bit. So my mood swings took a jump after my father’s death. I spent middle school getting into trouble, detentions and suspensions for fights and talking back and disrespecting my teachers. But somehow I always got acedamic awards. But once I hit highschool, lot more problems came on. I didn’t care about anything really. I just went with the flow. My grades slipped and I got into more trouble. Parties and drugs, all that stuff. It wasn’t the best part of my life. Actually I don’t remember much of it, I was too high or drunk at some points. It got really bad. I was self medicating and was hanging out with the wrong group.
I was seventeen, the end of sophomore year, yeah that’s right sophomore and I was already in that stuff. Anyways I got in a really bad car accident. I was in the backseat and didn’t get much injuries but the front two were killed. I love seat belts. After that I got a wake up call. I signed up for summer school and started working my butt off to make something of myself. I know my father wouldn’t want me to have that past life. Then junior started and things got good. I placed in some tests for advance placement, though they didn’t want to put me in it since my grades were crap, but they gave me a chance. I became a cheerleader and then met Kyle. He is a huge part of my life or was. Senior held back a few years, twenty, while I was eighteen. It was already a bad idea, but I could not resist. I had to have him, I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he was trouble like I was, I mean come he was held back.
I guess I was like my father. Kept going after him until he said yes. But it was a secret. It took for ever, but finally he gave in. It was maybe a month, give or take, until I was pregnant. Yup, more trouble for me. I honestly did not know what to do. I for sure didn’t want him to know. So when I told my mom, I asked her if we could move. He went to school with me, and I didn’t want to deal with the drama. And so we left and hit South Carolina where my mother had a cousin. We stayed with them until we found our own place. I finished high school there. I managed to save myself, it was a month before graduation, barely any bump. Which was the first sign.
While I was filling out the university’s application, blood happened to spread everywhere. I was heading into two months and there was something wrong. I was rushed to the hospital. Miscarriage. It left me scarred. All summer was sat staring off into space and one day I took a knife. I was hospitalized. I lost the last thing I had of him, of Kyle and I was getting used to the idea of being a mother, I got excited. Then it all disappeared and I wanted to do the same.
There they found my bipolar and I was put onto medication. They watched me until they said I was stable, then I was sent to school. I finished my generals in no time. I didn’t take spring break or winter break, I studied and studied. I then went into criminology. Behavioral Analysis. That’s what I wanted to do. Study criminals and catch them. So I worked on that. I was a lot of law and criminal justice classes plus psychology and sociology. When I finished my AA, I got a CSI certificate and began working with the law enforcement. It wasn’t much but when I got my BA, I got the behavioral analysis certificate and then was moved up. I’m still a rookie and part time, but hell, its better than nothing. I’m moving up quick.
So I work there now, supporting my mother (she went back to being a maid and then I made her quit since I was bringing in enough money for the two of us). And I still go to school. I’m working on my masters. I sort of want to be an agent, but with a Dr. in front of it. Thing is, once I moved up. I ran in something big. Now you are caught up with my life to the day. Have fun following.[/blockquote]
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