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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 3:05 pm
Everyone told me love was blind,
then I saw your face and you blew my mind,
finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time. bubblybubbles✰ ＷＥ'ＬＬ ＳＴＡＲＴ ＳＩＭＰＬＥ
bubbles➽ full name →﹙ Addie Lana Hayes ﹚
bubbles➽ gender →﹙ Female ﹚
bubbles➽ age →﹙ 19 ﹚
bubbles➽ sexuality →﹙ Straight as a board! ﹚
bubbles➽ role →﹙ the Little Sister ﹚
bubblybubbles✰ ＴＨＥ ＭＩＮＯＲ ＤＥＴＡＩＬＳ
bubbles➽ eye color →﹙ blue ﹚
bubbles➽ hair color →﹙ blonde ﹚
bubbles➽ height →﹙ 5'8" ﹚
bubbles➽ weight →﹙ 124lbs ﹚ bubblybubbles✰ ＵＮＤＥＲＮＥＡＴＨ ＩＴ ＡＬＬturtles My mom always said I'd grow up to be beautiful. I never believed her. I inherited her blonde hair, but instead of being naturally straight, I got quirky curls. Her eyes were the most vibrant shade of green, I always envied her since I got my Dad's blue eyes. I'm tall, and thin, with nice curves. I wish I wasn't so tall, I'd rather be a shortie. My lips are full, and pink. My legs are long, like a super model's. But I'm no model material. My hands are very feminine, thank goodness. I'm glad I didn't inherit my dad's large hands. That would have been horrible. My hair hangs down to my mid back on a good day. Sometimes it gets frizzy, or the curls are super tight. Bottom line, I'm no where near as pretty as mom was. turtles I like to help. I'm always trying to find ways to help out whoever I can. I guess that's why I'm a nurse. I like to think that I'm sweet, I've always tried my hardest to be kind to people. That's what mom taught me. Dad taught me how to be tough. So it's a given that I'm very stubborn. But, I mainly have a very bubbly personality, I like to see the wounded soldiers smile through their pain. So I do whatever it takes to get a laugh. I also worry a little more than I should. For the past five years I've been worried sick about my big brother. turtles I was born into a wonderful family. My mother was gorgeous, my father was great, and my brother, was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was my best friend growing up. I didn't see daddy too much, since he was over seas fighting in the war. Bub said he wanted to be just like daddy when he grew up. I wanted to be just like mommy. A great woman who cared deeply for her family, and her husband. As I grew older, I saw more and more of my dad. He was planning on coming home for good when I turned seven. But that never happened. A man in uniform came to our house one day, it was late, close to my bedtime. But I was too excited to go to bed, because in a few days my daddy was coming home. I sat in the living room with Bub, we were being silly, and playing with our puppy. Mommy sat on the couch watching us with a smile. I heard the knock on the door first, and raced to answer it. I was only seven, so my little mind thought it was our Daddy. I threw open the door, with a big smile on my face. But it wasn't Daddy. Mommy and Bub came to the door. Bubby knew why this man was here, and tried to pull me away from the door. The man looked so sad. So did mommy. He handed her a letter, and they talked for a minute before he left. Then mommy went into her room, and didn't come out for the rest of the night. Bub put me to bed that night. I wasn't stupid, I knew that our daddy had died. I cried all night, and the next few days mom kept us home from school. Daddy' funeral was later that week.
After daddy died, bub changed. He was more protective of me and mama. Mommy was different too. She was a grieving woman, but she still tried her hardest to care for us. I remember walking into the kitchen in the mornings. Mama was already awake, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. Her face was blank, but you could tell she had been crying. I tried to be strong for her. I missed my daddy very much. So did bub. But life went on even if we didn't want it to. Years passed, and mama got a little better. She talked with friends more, and smiled more. We were in the process of rebuilding our little family. I was ten when the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened. It was the first day of summer. I woke up before anyone else, and ran to mommy's room to wake her up. But she wouldn't wake up. I ignored it, only thinking she was tired, and overworked. Instead I watched cartoons until Bub woke up. He tried to wake mommy too. But she wouldn't wake up. After another hour, Bubby called 911. We were scared. An ambulance arrived soon after, the paramedics came in and took her to the hospital. We rode along with them. To say we were scared would be an understatement.
The doctors called our only relative in state, our Aunt Greta. She was a horrible woman. Me and bub hated her, but she loved her sister. The doctors told Greta that mommy was in a coma. They were trying to do everything they could to wake her up, but she wouldn't. Days later, mama died in the hospital bed. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. Her funeral was a few days later, aunt Greta took us. Many people attended, some relatives from other states, and a lot of friends. Our relatives felt bad for us, because we'd be moving in with Greta at her ranch home. We didn't want to go. We would have rather moved out of state with our fun Uncle Rodney, or our cousin Maya and her Husband. But we got no such luck. I was twelve when bub went away to fight in the war. I spent the next six years with Greta, doing chores, getting good grades, and being whipped when I wasn't doing something right. I had a lot of friends in school, but none were aloud to come over. I had a few boyfriends in school who I thought were great guys. But they weren't, they all broke my heart in the end. Greta let me keep my dog, but eventually, he too died. When I turned eighteen I moved far away from evil Greta. I now live in a little apartment with my rescue dog Luke. I'm studying to be a nurse, and I just got the best news that I've gotten in a long time. My brothers home. But he's wounded. And he's in my hospital. But I had to tend to a different patient before I could look for bub.bubbles➽ extras →﹙ This is Luke. He's a two year old pound puppy. ﹚✔ xCatastrophicHeartbreakturtlesturtlesturtles
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:19 am
"Evig Kärlek." bubblybubbles✰ ＷＥ'ＬＬ ＳＴＡＲＴ ＳＩＭＰＬＥ
bubbles➽ full name →﹙ Elyse Amaya Mercer ﹚
bubbles➽ gender →﹙ Female ﹚
bubbles➽ age →﹙ Twenty Years ﹚
bubbles➽ sexuality →﹙ Straight ﹚
bubbles➽ role →﹙ The Best Friend ﹚
bubblybubbles✰ ＴＨＥ ＭＩＮＯＲ ＤＥＴＡＩＬＳ
bubbles➽ eye color →﹙ Pale Green ﹚
bubbles➽ hair color →﹙ Auburn-Red ﹚
bubbles➽ height →﹙ 5'7" ﹚
bubbles➽ weight →﹙ 120lbs ﹚ bubblybubbles✰ ＵＮＤＥＲＮＥＡＴＨ ＩＴ ＡＬＬturtles To put it simply, I'm beautiful. I'm fair-skinned and delicately-framed to an hourglass figure. I'm pale, but not in a sickly way; I exercise and eat right, so it's more like a bright, healthy look. I'm a little on the tall side--which I suppose comes from being European--and while I'm thin, my weight betrays that I'm lean. I have almond-shaped eyes with long, dark lashes, and pale-green irises that practically light up my soft-but-angular features. However, my smile could practically light up a room, and I do so love to smile. My lips are a little on the thin side and tend to keep a soft rose in color. They curve in just the perfect way for others to follow suit at the mere sight. My hair is long, cascading to the middle of my back, but it's thick and coarse and difficult to manage. It's naturally reddish-brown, although some days it seems more red, which better accentuates the green of my eyes. I almost always look happy and inviting unless I have a really good reason not to, which I'm told adds to how fair I am. It's funny, though, because neither of my parents were super attractive. I guess it's just that I got all the best of their looks. But, in my opinion, the most beautiful thing about me is the diamond ring on my left ring finger.turtles As far as personality goes, I'm very confident and outgoing. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, but I do know when it's not such a good idea to do so. I'm very in control of myself. It's not very common that I get upset or angry over anything, and I rather maintain a calm and collected persona. To be honest, though, I am a huge flirt, but I don't go beyond sweet-talk. I'm the kind of person who recognizes her own beauty, but won't become conceited about it, and nor will I use it to my advantage. I always try to bring out the best in others and make them feel confident like I do, and usually, it works. That's probably why I make such a good nurse in the psychological aspect. I'm comforting and protective of all my friends and all my patients, too, and for a very good reason. I try not to let my past affect me too much now, but every once in a while, I let some sadness show through. I don't like to let it last. Lastly, and a bit unfortunately, I'm kind of a perfectionist, and so some of the tiniest details have a way of bothering me. Still, this does contribute to my effectiveness as a nurse, so I'm not complaining. I'm sure none of my patients are, either.turtles Twenty years ago, I was born in Sweden to a native mother and a Cherokee father. I was and only child, and a miracle child, for my mother suffered infertility and could not bear children after me. It was a disappointment, for my parents always wanted many kids. Not to mention it was hard on me, because I was the focal point of all their expectations. I grew up in Sweden for most of my life, until we moved to the United States right before I turned fourteen, just in time for me to start with high school. I felt like I'd been thrown to the wolves on my first day. I was surrounded by new people, new cultures, and a new language that my dad rarely taught me growing up, so I pretty much ended up teaching it to myself. It didn't come so naturally, but I managed; all the while maintaining decent grades. And it was then, in my freshman year, that guys started falling all over me for my newly-developed beauty and my European accent.
The attention was great, but my parents didn't like it. They thought that I would start sleeping around and that something horrible would happen, and they wouldn't believe me when I told them I wasn't like that. And I really wasn't. I only dated two guys in all my high school years, and I didn't sleep with either one of them, but that didn't stop my parents from entertaining their suspicions. Eventually, they just started ignoring me. They felt I was an indecent daughter and did nothing more than support me until I turned eighteen. So I moved out. Instead, I lived with my best friend, a boy named Kyle who had graduated the year before I did and was already a year into college. He welcomed me in with him without a problem. In all honesty, he was like a brother to me; I considered him more of a family than my own parents, and he reciprocated the feeling. We shared a year together. Then, tragedy struck.
At 2:35pm on the Saturday four days before my 19th birthday, I received a phone call from the hospital. Kyle had been in a car accident, and he was in critical condition. Of course I rushed down to see him. Went straight in through the ER entrance and demanded his room number, but they wouldn't let me see him. Not for two hours. I cried while I waited, terrified of the worst, until a doctor came and escorted me to see my friend. He was bruised and bandaged, fresh out of the OR. At first, I thought he was asleep, but I heard the gentlest whisper of my name that made me fall to my knees beside him. I held his hand and cried while I told him that everything would be alright. I didn't know who I was trying to convince, though. I could tell from the morose silence of the doctor that Kyle wasn't going to make it, and Kyle knew it, too.
After a few minutes, he forced himself to sit up so he was closer to me. From the stand by his bed, he brought to my attention a red jewelry box with a silver bow, and he worked it open in his clumsy fingers to reveal a diamond ring. I cried even harder as he pulled it out and slid it onto my left ring finger, but he just smiled at me. It was a broken, hurting smile, but it was his smile. He pulled me in by my shirt and kissed me for the very first time, and as he leaned away to lay back down, he whispered that he loved me. I finally smiled back at him. From the rest of his things in a box at the foot of his bed, I found the pocketknife he always carried; from my right thumb, I pulled off a braided gold ring. Kyle watched me carve "K+E" into the band, and he watched as I slipped the ring onto his left ring finger, and he listened as I told him I loved him. I saw him cry for the first time that day. I held his hand all afternoon and all night and all morning, for the next nineteen hours. And I was still holding his hand until the minute he passed away.
Kyle is the reason I started studying to be a nurse. I couldn't stand to let something like that happen to anyone else. I already work in the field, treating soldiers at a military hospital, but I'm still in school. I have to be the best I can be for him. It's been about a year and a half since I lost him, and I've yet to take off the ring. I even still have the red jewelry box with the letter he wrote to me for my birthday inside of it. I've only ever told one other person the story about me and Kyle, and that's Addie, my closest friend since Kyle. She supports me when I miss him, and I support her when she misses her brother. Recently, Addie's found out that her brother is wounded and in the very same hospital we work in. However, with the influx of soldiers in need of medical care, she's had her hands full to that point that the search for her brother had to be put on hold. Little does she know I've found him--he wasn't hard to recognize, with the family resemblance and the same last name--but he wants to surprise her. Far be it from me to betray a wounded soldier's wishes, but it's hard to bite my tongue and keep him a secret from my friend.bubbles➽ extras →﹙ I have a tattoo on my back at the left shoulder-blade that says Kyle Levi Dennison with his dates written below his name. And I never take the ring off my left ring finger. ﹚✔ PropheticallyLostturtlesturtlesturtles
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 11:44 am
"Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would I'd never leave.” bubblybubbles✰ ＷＥ'ＬＬ ＳＴＡＲＴ ＳＩＭＰＬＥ
bubbles➽ full name →﹙ Jackson Allen Hayes ﹚
bubbles➽ gender →﹙ Male ﹚
bubbles➽ age →﹙ 24 ﹚
bubbles➽ sexuality →﹙ Completely Straight ﹚
bubbles➽ role →﹙ the Big Brother ﹚
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bubbles➽ eye color →﹙ Green ﹚
bubbles➽ hair color →﹙ Brown ﹚
bubbles➽ height →﹙ 6' 0" ﹚
bubbles➽ weight →﹙ 155 lbs. ﹚ bubblybubbles✰ ＵＮＤＥＲＮＥＡＴＨ ＩＴ ＡＬＬ turtles I inherited most of my dad's traits from the gene pool. His height, his eyes, his hair. I am so happy I could have that part of him. Except for the skinny, lanky build. I got that from momma. Unfortunately. For some reason I had to draw the short stick for that one. When I entered the military I was especially lanky. I had some muscle but no definition to them. I got called gay boy a lot. Girly man. Things of that nature. Which was fine, I laughed it off wih the rest of them. I'm not that uptight. And at least I have something of my mother's. Plus, with being in the military I've gained muscle...among other things I don't think Addie is going to be too thrilled about. turtles To describe me in a couple sentances is hard. I'm a very complex person. Oh who am I kidding? Plain and simple I am the big brother. I was always the goof who had a funny thing to say or a fun game to play. Then I grew up and joined the military and tried to keep everyone's spirits alive with jokes. When people were feeling down they would come to me with a, "Hey Jacky-boy, what's that joke you told John?" He would have everyone laughing in the mess hall. And more then once he got scolded for it. Over that is my most dominant peronality trait, I am very protective. I am willing to die...or get shot...for my friends and family. turtles I was very fortunate in God's choice for my family. My parents were wonderful and just kind people and my sister, well she is the best thing I've had in my life to date. My dad wasn't really around too much, he was being the hero I knew him to be, fighting the war. I always wanted to be just like him, strong and tall and someone Addie could look up to. Dad started writing to me and promising he was going to be home soon. He started showing up for lnger and longer before he had to be shipped out again. I was twelve when he was supposed to be hom for good. Except, it didn't really happen like that. Life has a way of knocking you down to see how you can handle it. A man in uniform came to our house one day and knocked on the door. It was a slow sad knock, but Addie didn't know the difference, she ran to the door with a smile. As soon as I saw the man, I knew. I had read about it in the books I was studying and seen it in the films I watched. I ran to the newly opened door and picked Addie up and moved her away. I really had nothing to say. Mom didn't deal well, she spiraled down, and I was hoping I could catch her. I started doing Dad's job, protecting the ones I loved, I was going to be the man of the house. I tucked Addie in that night and stayed in her room. My heart broke to hear her so broken.
Years later, when life seemed to be getting right back on track, the bridge grumbled again. I was becoming your average teenage boy, I stayed up late and attempted to sleep all day. But around nine I heard the TV running and I knew it was time to be the big brother. Addie told me that mom wouldn't wake up. Suspicion and fear wrapped up my brain. I tried to shake Mom awake. Nothing happened. I did the next sensible thing and called 911. Just like I was always taught. But I knew what was coming and I prepared myself to take care of Addie more then ever.
Mom had died a little while later and we were going to move in with the worst relative. I didn't trust her and I was right. She was absolutely horrible. All the chores were to be done by us. I tried to keep the beating off of Addie as best I could. I felt really guilty when I signed up for the Army. I knew her life was going to be hell and I prayed she wouldn't resent me for it. I was doing what was best, I hoped she knew that.
On my twenty first birthday I celebrated with a couple of my friends. We were about to be deployed. So they took me out. We drank like there was no tomorrow and then I did the idiot thing. I got tattooed, all over my arm and my knuckles. I didn't even remember it later. In retrospect I probably shouldn't have done that, but at least my uniform covered it.
Three years later, my best friend and I were in the worst possible situation. A gun was aimed at his heart. I knew what I had to do as two shots were fired I jumped and got them right in the shoulder. I don't remember what happened after that because I passed out. Now here I am, home. Once I get better, it is off to see my baby girl.
bubbles➽ extras →﹙ This is the tattoo on my knuckles. Like I said, not my finest moment. But I don't regret them. ﹚ ✔ I Speak Booksturtlesturtlesturtles
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:06 pm
Greed insidiously cripples,
Selflessness is a majestic flapping bird -
That hoists even the most devastatingly deprived. bubblybubbles✰ ＷＥ'ＬＬ ＳＴＡＲＴ ＳＩＭＰＬＥ
bubbles➽ full name →﹙ Ryker Pierce Declan ﹚
bubbles➽ gender →﹙ Male ﹚
bubbles➽ age →﹙ Twenty-Two ﹚
bubbles➽ sexuality →﹙ Straight ﹚
bubbles➽ role →﹙ The Stranger ﹚
bubblybubbles✰ ＴＨＥ ＭＩＮＯＲ ＤＥＴＡＩＬＳ
bubbles➽ eye color →﹙ Pale Blue ﹚
bubbles➽ hair color →﹙ Black ﹚
bubbles➽ height →﹙ 6'4" ﹚
bubbles➽ weight →﹙ 176lbs ﹚ bubblybubbles✰ ＵＮＤＥＲＮＥＡＴＨ ＩＴ ＡＬＬ turtles Well, I may be considered handsome in some cases, but that does not matter too much to me. I am quite tall as I do stand at the height of six foot and four inches, to be exact. Even at a young age, the neighborhood children dubbed me by the name of 'Gazelle legs'. My skin holds an olive tint. I have chiseled features. I am unsure as which parent I look the most similar to. I am also well built and lean with muscle - one would have to be when being in the army. My hair is black and always seemed to be in a 'messy' and/or 'bed-head' type of ordeal as it a bit long. Never am I able to tame it. My eyes are a pale blue that at times look gray in different lighting and such. I have strong white teeth behind full soft-pink-colored lips. I have large, rough hands as most men do when having to go through military ordeals. That's me. Nothing special, now move on. turtles Alright well, I don't particularly enjoy having the subject focused on myself, but if you wish to know about me, here goes nothing. I have been called a number of things, but one of the most common and not too bad to repeat, I must say would be stubborn. I can also be described as very blunt and straight forward. I am very open with my thoughts and opinions. I speak what is on my mind, though many do not like that characteristic about me. I do not dabble around on details just to spare someone's feelings. I have a sharp tongue, wit and temper though I do try my best to control it, but at times I cannot help myself. I prefer to focus on other's problem's than myself. Others' needs and problems are more important than my own, I find. I do not know why I feel in such a way, but it is just how I have always felt. I am quite protective to those I find important to me, but that list is very few. turtles I was born about Twenty-Two years ago to a family that apparently did not want any children. I grew up in an orphanage for the significant amount of my life. I never knew of the origin of my family and I had never searched more into it. They did not want me for what ever reason that they had and I just moved on. There was no need for me to look for those whom did not want me in the first place. For eighteen years of my life I had spent any and all of my time in that damn house with snot nosed children whom would eventually become adopted by a family who would happen to stop by. Never was I the desired child in wanted to be adopted. Clearly when ever I got the chance of getting an interview, they were be totally and completely dazzled by my charm and personality that they simply could not handle such a wonderful child as I.
As I grew older, the harder it got to actually get an interview, let alone adopted. Teenagers always have the hardest and slimmest chance in getting a family, so I perpetually had no hope. And I knew that very well and i got over it. There is no use in whining about things that are at a slim chance to non. I was one of the longest children to live there with no availing adoption. That place was my one and only home - a place that should be working to help find a permanent home. Clearly, they did their job so well. I was a huge success. Again, I got over it and moved on. Upon my eighteenth birthday, it was my time to take my leave. You see, when turning eighteen, you are an adult - therefore, your own person. You were no longer aided by the orphanage and were forced to leave, so I did.
So, I not having much to live off of and no real foundation of living, I had a small choice as to where I wanted to live and what I wanted to be... Hell, I didn't have a damn place to live nor much money to my name so I enlisted into the military seeing as it was one of the best choices I had in the few. It had always been a slight interest to me. I did always enjoy putting others before my self and having the option to help those in need of protection... Once accepted and gone through the training, I excelled in most every field. It was an excellent output to let out any and all feelings I had built up. Especially in shooting and driving; so naturally, I had been given the option of driving the army's Stryker. It is a position I enjoy very much to its fullest extent. Also, it is quite safe in the vehicle so I cannot help but like it even more-so. bubbles➽ extras →﹙ When I was dropped off at the door of the ill begotten orphanage, I had been left with a cross necklace. That item is the only thing I hold dear so I had decided to get a tattoo on my lower right arm of it, just in case if I were to ever lose the long chain necklace. ﹚ ✔ Ink Stained Felixxturtlesturtlesturtles
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