Post by louisianavermont on Oct 19, 2012 3:08:34 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;]PASCAL FULL NAME: louisiana utah vermont ALIAS: louise DATE OF BIRTH: 3 january 1988 AGE: 24 OCCUPATION: band manager SEXUALITY: asexual PLAY BY: carly rae jepsen TOURIST [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me Her parents were born far away from each other. They weren't high school sweethearts, they didn't live around the corner, if fact they didn't know that each other existed until their late 20s. Louisiana's mother was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her father, on a little farm around Wattis Utah, which is a ghost town now. [/style]Growing up on a farm there wasn't much else to do except work and dive who knows how long to get to the stores. But he was never happy with it. He felt like he was missing out on the world being so secluded and he could never shake the feeling try as he might. He wanted to be happy with the family business and the simple life, but he wanted a change of pace, something exciting, and he woke up one day at the fresh age of 24 and decided to enlist in the military. It suited him, he loved his country and he thought justice needed to be served and freedom protected. And eventually after completing his training he was shipped off to Iraq. Her mother now, was a totally opposite story. New Orleans was busy and at some points swampy and overwhelming. She had pride for her city but she just couldn't keep up with it all. Not to mention she didn't exactly live in the bee's knees part, the crime rate in her area was dangerously high. The military had been in her family's generation for years, and her parents expected their only daughter to live up to the expectation that she would continue the tradition. Of course, she didn't mind, she was honored to be given the chance to make her parents so proud, so she joined the army and later was also shipped to Iraq. When they first met on base, the attraction was instant, however, they didn't realize it. They could only think of how they envied each other, wished to trade places to see if their dreams were everything they had imagined and hoped for and then some. When they finally did come to their senses, they realized that it was very possible they could combine their dreams and create a family and live a happy life raising children in the suburbs. After finishing their first tour they married and sprang at the chance to rent a nice little house. Mr. and Mrs. Vermont wasted no time trying to start the family, knowing very well that it was limited time before they would have to return for their second tours. Mrs. Vermont got pregnant and informed the army of this and she was allowed to stay home and care for herself and the little baby until it was old enough and didn't need her around anymore. The Vermonts had planned this out already, choosing names that is. This baby was their dreams and so she was named after where their dreams were originally created, Louisiana and Utah. Plus with such a patriotic family, it was like blessing the baby to greatness in their opinion. Once Louise turned two, her mother left to join her father in Iraq and fulfill her duties while left in the care of her grandparents on her mother's side. They were nice people and encouraged hobbies such as piano and violin. Her parents did many more tours, traveling all over the middle east together, and when Louise was in 5th grade it all ended for good. In school, Louise was picked on often by the other kids, being an introvert and shy with a name like that didn't do her much good. All she had wanted was to fit in with them and be normal, but they didn't make it easy and she eventually gave up trying. She remembered the day perfectly, like a section of a movie that was stuck on repeat in her head. She can never escape it. She was on stage in the school spelling bee, mumbling letters into the microphone and staring at her feet. After hours of intense pressure and difficult words she won it and for the first time in a long time she was happy and proud. But it wasn't meant to last, when her grandparents took her home they saw a solider waiting outside their door, a friend of her parents she recognized. He carried two flags with him, and two letters. At first she was glad, because she thought that meant her parents would be here, and as she searched the property for them, but they were no where to be found. She looked to her grandparents, every thing seemed silenced as she saw her Nana start to weep. Then it stuck her. They weren't coming back. Her parents weren't here and they never would be again. Louisiana never got over it. And all her house brought was painful memories. Her grandparents thought it would be a good idea to move away, so they moved to a place far, far away. New York City. She continued her studies there, attending a private school. Her grandmother and grandfather tried their best to support her, to give her the best of the best as a sort of "sorry we're not really your parents" apology. Eventually they fell into debt and were evicted, they could no longer support themselves let alone a young girl and soon her grandparents made a decision to change Louisiana's life for good. When Louise was 12, her grandparents sat her down and told her they wanted the best for her, but they couldn't manage to do that. They felt like they were bringing her down, and though it killed them, they were going to give her to a social worker to put her up for adoption. Louise was so shocked about it that it didn't sink in. They were just going to leave her? Just like that? Yes, just like that. On the week of spring break, she officially went into the orphanage. It wasn't a terrible place, it was fairly nice actually, and she didn't feel like such an outcast, but still it made her very nervous. Some of these kids had grown foul tempers because they had been there for so long, other kids depressed, others just seemed to be troubled in a scary way. But she did find other kids like her, and she took to close bunch of two she was never seen without. Eventually, she was adopted by a couple who were incapable of having babies of their own. By that time she was 15 and in her sophomore year of a private catholic high school. Her new parents, the Vandenburgs, were nice people and Louise loved them, but really it was just hard to look at them as anything else other than caretakers. They weren't her real parents and they never would be to her, but to please them she would call them 'Mom' and 'Dad' though she suspected they knew she didn't really believe in it. She went to college there and achieved a bachelor's degree in marketing and also in producing as she had decided to take on a double major. From that she achieved her dream job to work for Atlantic Records. She started as an intern and eventually showed enough diligence and initiative to earn her a place as a talent scout. Only recently did they decide that she should try to find talent from somewhere no one expected, and that happened to be Myrtle Beach. She was nervous of the idea of being out there alone and it was always so nice there that she thought it would be some kind of recipe for disaster but they convinced her to go through with it, and her adopted parents even rented her a nice little two bedroom apartment downtown. Moving there she didn't know what to expect, but nothing could have prepared her for this. A few months after moving to South Carolina she miraculously came in possession of a baby raccoon, he would be her best friend and partner in crime, the first male she let into her life since that random college boyfriend I threw in for the lols. Eventually she befriended Landon Fahmi and the rest of The Accountants. A special depressed fuck up bond was formed between them, and he was the first person she actually admitted everything that happened in her past to, despite being shitfaced drunk at the time. After that mess there was no going back. Louise went to the doctors and was put on antidepressants, which have helped but could still never quite make her feel just right, it was doubtful anything ever would. That September Landon tried to kill himself, but Louise had arrived just in time to save him. It was a trauma she'd never forget and it was something she feel eternally guilty for. She took a vacation to visit her "family" in NYC for Christmas. It was not nearly as fun as she was expecting it to be. Out late one night and though she knew better, she took a shortcut through Central Park to enjoy the scenery. There she was mugged and fell and hit her head, where she was concussed for a month. It was difficult to deal with but Louise figured she'd been at fault for that, and she was actually lucky not to have died. Louise tried to take it to court but she had some trouble with her lawyers. It seemed that pervs had a special attraction to her because every time they were alone the guy would try to hit on her and feel her up. And Louise didn't know what to do because how could she have her lawyer sue himself? She couldn't afford a different one. She decided to drop it and leave him be though he couldn't seem to let her go that easily, carving her face into a pumpkin and placing it on her doorstep. She had nightmares of him for months, even years later she still does. To this day she is terrified of lawyers and refuses to trust them or the cyber crime unit. For a while, things did start looking up. She met Milo Denver, her first love (or as close to love as Louise could feel), who was the grandson of the infamous creeper and personal stalker, Santaman. He was the first boy she let into her bed, and as it stands at the moment, the last. He disappeared from her life about as fast as he arrived, and Louise was devastated. She immediately had her suspicions that this was her bad luck coming into play. Perhaps Santaman was jealous that Milo was getting into her pants and wanted to get rid of the competition. Maybe Santaman was crazy enough to murder his own grandson, she would never know for sure what happened to him. She was on tour around the world with the band she manages when she got the news that Milo had left. Not long after that she got another email from her landlord saying that she was going to be evicted because Raccoon Willie had eaten the drywall and crawled into the vents, probably because Milo had dropped the ball on watching him for her (thx milo). Immediately following her return from the three month tour she was forced to start looking at new apartments. After a few weeks she settled on a place, a two bedroom apartment downtown. Recently she bought the band their own studio and she is currently overseeing work and construction on that so they can get back to recording their second album. Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this. |
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