Post by *chrys weaver. on Mar 13, 2012 12:47:34 GMT -9
chrysanthemum weaver
let's start with the basics
[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]name ::
chrysanthemum lynette weaver.nicknames ::
chrys.age ::
twenty.birthday ::
january twenty seventhhometown ::
address ::
occupation ::
pilot.[/style]
don't dare try to judge me
[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]but let me tell you what i look like ::
i guess that i'm about average height and people have told me that i am a little bit underweight. i have blonde hair and blue eyes. i wear my hair sort of long, but usually i pull it up into a ponytail to keep it out of my face. as for clothing, i king of wear whatever i want, as long as it's clean. the only staple of my wardrobe is my knee high leather boots. they are my favorite.[/style]
that's just the way it is
[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]i really like ::
freedom. that's why i'm out here. let's see... i also like videogames, broccoli, routines, and leather boots. hmm... i have a fondness for spicy foods. logic. reason. training. hot coffee, i'm a hopeless caffeine addict. but i don't like ::
messing up, i hate it when people sit in my spot. i hate it when people do things without thinking. i hate it when people mess with my stuff. crowds. i hate it when people use my favorite green coffee mug.i rock at ::
handling spacecraft. i’ve been flying since i could walk and i’ve always been the best. i also work well under pressure (author’s note: it’s because she gets so pissed off about things not going her way.) i have very quick reflexes.but i can't seem to ::
handle failure. or criticism. i hear that this is often the case with child prodigies. i can’t cook. at all. i have no sense of direction.i am afraid of ::
the dark. losing control. failure.you know i'm not normal ::
when i’m frustrated, i run my hand through my hair. i look at people from under my bangs when i’m thinking. i get upset when things don’t go as planned. i carry a notebook with me everywhere, full of my thoughts and plans.i think i like ::
both?so if you want me ::
um… tell me so i guess? chances are that i’m not interested. i’m not interested in most people, so why should i be interested in you?but never ever ::
bore me. people are generally boring, but what can you do?everyone has secrets ::
she saw her father kill her mother. she killed her father by accident.someday i'm gonna ::
be the best pilot in the galaxy. i’m always working out new maneuvers and keeping us out of trouble. maybe someday i’ll find a not-boring to explore the galaxy with.if i had to sum it all up ::
i grew up a child prodigy. i was in a cockpit by the time that i could walk. my childhood made me incredibly sure in my abilities, but never overconfident. it was a ridged life, and i was never good enough to please father. i learned to be sure of myself, but to know my limits. i didn’t take chances; i was never allowed to do that. to this day, i still don’t take stupid chances. some of the things i do may look reckless, but nearly everything has been thought through in advance. i hate not knowing what’s coming. don’t mistake me, i hate not knowing what’s coming. i don’t fear it.what i fear is failure, especially now that failure might very well mean death. i know how to get out of anything i can think of. hopefully that will be enough. i couldn’t have other people’s deaths on my soul…
besides being a perfectionist, i get on fairly well with others. while most people are boring, i don’t dislike them for it. from time to time someone will catch my attention and that’s when i make real connections, but that’s only happened to me once before.
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where i'm comin' from
[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]my mother is ::
lynette weaver. she would be about forty now i guess. she died when i was very young. father said that she was beautiful and sang to me every night until i fell asleep. my father is ::
ambrose weaver. father would be forty two next month. he drug me to every space-track he could find, used me to make our money. he’s been dead four years now.i was born in ::
and i grew up with ::
nobody. just me.i'll always remember when ::
i was ten or eleven years old. it was my first real race. everything before that had been planetside. this was the big leagues. father told me i had to win, and if i did he would take me out for a burger. i was so excited, because i knew all of the food was gone and i hadn’t eaten since the night before…if i had to write an essay ::
] my parents fell in love in college on the core planet ___. the young couple married as soon as they could, and wanted a place they could call their own. the government was giving away free homesteads on the outer planets, and even though they knew little to nothing about the colonies, they set off to claim land for themselves. by the time they got there, lynette was pregnant and they were broke. the land they got was just that. land. work was scare and so was food. eventually, father got a job at the local engine shop, and mother had me in a tent they had erected on their scarce acre of land.
slowly, they scratched out a life there on that desolate outer planet. when i was two or three, my mother got pregnant a second time. she carried the baby almost to term, but when the time came to deliver the baby, both bled out and died. i was left with only my father to take care of me.
father took me from the little house they had built, and we moved in above the engine shop. my “uncle” james says i cried for weeks. “uncle” james was my father’s boss. a kind man just a few years older than my father, he was always kind to me. he taught me about engines and always brought me treats. he obviously felt bad because i’d lost my mother. i heard him call me ‘poor child’ when he thought i couldn’t hear him.
my father was stoic though my whole childhood. he loved me well enough i guess, but he never praised anything that didn’t deserve it. he just raised his eyebrows when he noticed how well i was doing in the races i got into with the other kids. after that he started helping me though. and before i knew it, he had me on a real space track.
by the time i was fifteen, i was at the top of my league. we had plenty of money. father and i were finally doing well for ourselves. he had me wrapped around his finger though. i did everything he said, and we never took chances. i didn’t know why at the time, and i wish i had never found out.
i fell in love with a boy. another racer. father was enraged. he stormed out of our hotel room and didn’t come back until it was very late at night. (author’s note: this next bit is stuff she wouldn’t tell anyone.) he was drunk, and he started to ramble on about my mother. he was mad that she’d gotten pregnant again. he didn’t need another mouth to feed. he went on and on.
i tried to get him into the hotel room, but he wouldn’t listen to me. finally i broke through his drunken haze and he laughed at me. he told me how he had killed my slut mother. killed her because she’d gone and gotten pregnant again; in shock, i pushed my father and he fell over the hotel’s railing.
he died and i panicked. i went to find my boyfriend, who told me to go to the police. he told me that they would believe me. i did, and they mostly believed me. not enough though, because they sent me to a reform school for girls on the core planet, ____.
i went to reform school for about a year before i broke out. it really wasn’t that hard. i just snuck out in the middle of the night and caught a ship for the outer planets. from there i hired on with _____, and i’ve been here ever since.
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the face behind the curtain
[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]hi i am ::
Nic.and i am ::
22you should contact me by ::
pm, email, or hit me up on AiM.i also play ::
none.and i know the code ::
[secret]let me show you my skills ::
Her smile was contagious, and Ry found himself caught up in it as she gave him the once over. “Fan of the kings? Me too. I used to hang out with one of their members a lot back home. I actually used to be a drummer...” At the mention of the Kings, Ry felt like he might faint. Then, he realized she was commenting on his shirt and involuntarily looked down at the old thing. The bassist was almost surprised that he was wearing it. He hadn’t looked at his clothes at all this morning when he threw them on. ”I- uh… I guess you could say I’m a fan,” Ry managed to get out. He wondered who she had hung out with. This girl looked way too smart to be one of Mike’s girls, so it had to be Kevin or Jasper that she was talking about. The thought of Kevin of course, sent a pang of guilt into the depths of his stomach. ”Who were you friends with? If you don’t mind me asking.” While talking about his old band mates wasn’t something he really wanted to do, Ry was intrigued by this girl. After all, how many people just walk up to you with frozen yogurt and say hello?
((I’m missing a comment about Jasper. AAAAAAAAaaaaa. Lol))
“Keep in touch if I can,” she said and then rushed to qualify her statements. “I’m not name dropping I promise. Jeez I sound like an idiot...” Ry couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered she got. ”Well, maybe a little bit, but I don’t mind," Ry replied playfully. I wonder what she would say if she knew who I was, he pondered. He wondered why he’d never met this girl, since she knew Jasper. Maybe he had met her at some point and had forgotten. He had been caught up in his own drama after all. And then Jasper had been mad at him after what happened with Natalie, so maybe that had something to do with it.
“If you want me to go away now I wouldn’t blame you at all.” That comment brought Ry’s attention back to the real world. How many times had he said that sort of thing to a girl himself? He told himself to pay better attention to what was going on. How long had it been since he really took the time to talk to someone other than Brooke?
Mentally shaking himself, he looked the girl in the eyes. ”No way. It’s been too long since I met someone as interesting as you,” he said, and he meant it. ”Would you like to help me eat this frozen yogurt? Maybe after you could help me find some real breakfast.” He hoped that she would. He was lost in this new place, and finding breakfast would be hard enough in a new town even if he hadn’t had the worst migraine ever.
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