Post by dammitjanet on Oct 19, 2012 3:37:52 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;]CONSTANCE FULL NAME: andrew jonathan white ALIAS: andrew DATE OF BIRTH: 1 august 1995 AGE: 17 OCCUPATION: heartbroken SEXUALITY: don't ask don't tell PLAY BY: jared followill (vintage) HIGH SCHOOL [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me There was no heartbreak like the heartbreak he felt when Cheyenne left for Fire Island. It was like a knife to the heart when she left, and Andrew was never quite the same after that, but I am getting ahead of myself now. There was plenty of tragedy leading up to her untimely departure, a true tale of tragedy. [/style]Born in the Glades of Ireland, he was brought up by religious parents that were strictly against watching television and music that wasn't gospel. Shout to the Lord was one of his favourites, and to this day it still holds a warm spot in his dark dark heart. As he got older he discovered a band that got him through the rough times, and that was the Beegees. There was something about the Gibb brothers smooth crooning that sent shivers down his spine. This was his little secret, escaping to the attack to listen to them in the dead of night. The only one that could possibly compare was Shania Twain, but that's another story. However it was when his parents discovered these sins that he was sent to live with his uncle in Myrtle Beach, who ran a Papa Joe's pizza by the beach. Unknown to him, he had plenty of relatives there scampering about, including a girl he developed feelings for. Cheyenne. Oh he hadn't known she was related to him, but it was love, and they went to the skating rink many nights until she abruptly vanished like a phantom in the night. A tree in the wind. Burying his pain in consuming one mikes hard lemonade a night, sometimes one and half if he was feeling risky, Andrew is now at a new low in his life. The only thing he has going for him is his mane of Robin-esque hair... but even robin is gone now, the last person that meant anything to him. Only a matter of time before he will lose himself in the shadows of Myrtle beach, the crevices of its dark secrets. Soon Andrew began to see Robin everywhere, and he thought at first he was going crazy, but he was positive it was true. Robin was like a guardian angel to him, guiding him away from the jacuzzi store and flights of stairs. This took his tortured mind off of Cheyenne, who he had met in high school and her strawberry lipgloss he still remembered to this day. it was easy for his remaining sanity to slip away, peering out at the beach from his uncle's shack, hearing robin's carried on the breeze, the kindest caress he has ever felt in his 17 years. You see andrew was experiencing the first signs of schizophrenia, but he is not aware of this yet. but what was once a comfort turned to agony. robin began to tell him to do terrible things. to cut class, to watch and wait... to hurt people. he is fighting it, but it is not easy. day by day his bloodlust grows. Maybe one day these wounds will heal, but for now gotta go now baby if i hurry i can still make cheyenne |
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