Post by kingston barrone. on Nov 30, 2009 15:46:53 GMT -5
k i n g s t o n - b a r r o n e .
you can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
-----the basics,[/color] [/ul]hello there. my name is kingston dane barrone
i was born on july fifth and currently, i am at the age of nineteen.
i was born in the beautiful land of chicago, illinois
my family consists of a dead mother, a professional douchebag of a father, two amazing older sister, a materialistic step mom, and two creepy step sisters and we can be considered dirty rich and i hate it.
if you feel the need to classify me, i guess you can call me a college sophomore.
i usually go for women and i find brunettes to be a turn on.
my role model in life would be ferris buehler, because he's just fuckin badass.
i model myself after david beckham because i've gotta be better than him in order to make it to the epl.
i dot my "i"s with dots. wtf.
if you were to ask me about my family i'd say :
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----- the worst,
people often say its annoying when i jiggle my knee. i do it all the time.[/color] [/ul][/blockquote]
my least favorite part of my body is feet. they're fucking disgusting.
sometimes i hate my life because my past.
the thing i'd like to change about myself the most is my experiences. i do wish i hadn't fought with my father the way i did, that juvi time will be on my record forever now.
if you were to ask my ex about me he/she would say :
----- basics,
people often compliment on my smile[/color]
my favorite part of my body is dont gots one.
the best thing about my life ishaving my sisters around, and/or playing soccer in college.
the thing i would never change about myself is my goals.
if you were to ask my mum about me she would say :
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----- the hidden ,
five things about me that nobody knows are :
- i fucked my senior year english teacher for five months in high school.
- thanks to my damn sisters, ive read every nicholas sparks book out there.
- i'm a magic worker with kids.
- ciroq is my kryptonite.
- i'm a mommas boy and i miss her too much
----- the player ,
hello there, lost resistance. i am aubrey and i've been roleplaying for about three years. i'm seventeen and i found you how. my pb choice is taylor lauHOTner. and here's my rp sample.
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Sensations often came in many different variations, of this Norah was knowledgeable, but in this case, experience held no justice. More than half the time she'd been sitting here, her heart had been pathetically trying to jut itself from within her restricting chest cavity, to escape for the euphoria of the pleasant cafe air. Their hands connected together produced none other than a feeling of fire and ice colliding for the burn of their skin touching and the ice of them sticking together in perfect harmony. It was wrong in so many ways, but right in so many others. A feeling that couldn't be conveyed with all the words in a book, or the shots of a movie, something you just had to experience to know. It was poetic really, but complex to understand. Norah's mind was caught in a tassle of strings, each having a different importance, and only getting caught together more as she struggled to make some sense of them, and keep them orderly. But there was no such luck for her. She wasn't about to tell him to shut up, but Elliot's nicely uttered words only set her mind in a further tangle. She was making it worse for herself as well as their fingers played in a choreographed dance, each doing their part simultaneously with movements enough to make the other's heartbeat try for a triathlon. Norah noted the softness of the skin of his hand as her thumb lightly grazed the organ, tracing the neat patterns of a circle along the skin. As he spoke, her eyes took in his wonderfully sculpted features. The soft skin of his hand stretched along his frame, reaching his face with a few dark brown birthmarks here and there which added character to him. His almond shaped eyes that held within the warm orbs that penetrated her so. And he didn't have a girlfriend why??? Norah was sure that would've made things a lot easier to deal with... or rather harder.
Throughout their conversation, Norah could feel Elliot's hand clench hers at moments of climax, but then loosen in the slightest, though in no way releasing their hold on her own fingers. If this were any other day, she wouldn't have run into Elliot at all, in fact, the only time she would've seen him would've been at someone's house party, or by chance a local club where they would've greeted each other, had a drink, caught up with one another, and maybe move onto the dance floor where they would press against one another in ways that would make Aiden mad. But hey, it was only a dance right? This was different. Different in a way that was making Norah believe that meeting up at the club, going to casually hang out, or have her drag him shopping like her slave, many time she had done that before. Who would've thought that a simple club meeting, and maybe a little promiscuous movement would be idly preferred over a conversation at the coffee shop? Certainly not Norah, but as she sat here, thoughts of Aiden filled her head. He wouldn't be very please to see this, Norah's hand running comfortingly over Elliot's own hand and wrist, the action being warmly reciprocated on her own. Not one bit, he wouldn't. But Norah couldn't deny that she was pleasantly surprised with Elliot today, the information that he was sharing, how caring he was turning out to be, it was so un-Elliot, a different side of him that she was feeling extremely privileged to be able to see. She had a feeling not many people were given the opportunity. As she apologized, she felt that she must've disturbed him a bit, but wanted to question why. He straightened up in his seat, his spine straightening, and a sigh releasing from his lungs as his fingers loosened themselves from within hers as if he were trying not to be seen like this. But she remained where she was, her eyes inspecting him, as her hand roamed around his wrist once more. Norah watched, satisfied as he slumped lower into the seat, she could feel his fingers tighten within her own, and his spare hand began to roam along her own forearm, his larger fingers tracing shaped along her hand as she'd been doing before. She could feel her breath idle in her throat, and she struggled to encase the feelings she were having into the pit of her stomach. With a hard blink of her eyes towards the table she made her suggestion,; to rekindle his connection with his sister and nephew. If they were such a big part of his life, then why would he not try anything to have them back? This confused her, and her puzzle expression began to show as he explained why, ” it’s … it’s not like that, though, norah. i drove her away, it was my mistake that drove her away. however much i appreciate it, i don’t deserve your sympathy” he was being too hard on himself, of this Norah was positive. She'd been there, where he had been when he'd lost them, uncontrolled, and alone. Norah was aware of the angered tone in Elliot's voice though it was low, and barely there. She didn't mean to anger him, ” if i went to find her, i’d just get even more disappointed, because she wouldn’t want to see me. i can’t do that to her and aiden” she watched sadly, as Elliot's head dropped, and his fingers stopped their motion along her skin. Her heart wrenched in her chest at him feelings. Did he really think that? Georgia was family, and Aiden was undoubtedly an object of his affection, by seeing the new person Elliot was, Norah had no doubt that she would want Elliot back in her son's life. She wanted so badly to speak, to encourage him more, but by her earlier words she know that she had frustrated him, and she was afraid that with any other words of encouragement would only aggravate him more. She didn't want that in the slightest.
Leaning over the table a bit more, Norah didn't focus on the proximity they were caught in, but more that they were on the same level. She removed her hand from his wrist, and took the liberty of reaching over and placing her hand beneath his chin and guiding it upwards to face her before laying it down on the table. Her eyes jutted into his, emerald to his auburn, each color sweeping through the other cleanly picking up any place they'd never roamed, "elliot, she's your sister. she loves you, she knows how great you are, and she knows how much you love aiden. she'd want to see you, i'd even go as far as to bet that she worries about how you are everyday. maybe she's just afraid. i know exactly where you are, elliot. how you're feeling. i was there," pulling her head back just a bit, she looked down to their entwined hands over the light wood of the table as her mind flashed horrible images of her when she'd first come to Palm Beach, how she'd acted. She swallowed a bit, before opening her mouth to speak, "when i'd first come to palm beach after my father died, i didn't know how to handle anything. i wanted to get away from it all, and so....i turned to parties, and all the alcohol. i brought boys home at late hours of the night with no consent to aaron and how he would take it. i was horrible. and over time i realized just how horrible i'd become. i got brought home in a cop car. i'd never thought of how my father would feel if he saw me. how right my mother would feel if she saw me, like she'd been right for leaving me, but i opened up to aaron, and things just changed from there you know?" Norah's eyes flickered from the table softly up to Elliot's eyes again, as she placed the free hand she had back over their tangled ones, "i swear, you'll feel so much better if you go to her. tell her, and show her how you've changed, and how much you miss them. she can't deny you, you're family," Norah looked into his eyes deeper, trying to convey just how right she could be about this. he'd gain so much more, and she'd wanted him to be happy more than anything right now.
Norah gave his hands a soft squeeze and a hopeful look before she sat back in her chair a bit, and looked over and out the window, the cars passing by, and the people going about. She sighed, and before turning back to Elliot. She knew the mood had taken a deeper turn, and she wanted to brighten things up a bit. Slinging her bag on her shoulder softly, Norah cleared her throat, turning herself back to face Elliot, she threw on a smile, leaning her elbows on the table hopefully giving Elliot a look that she couldn't refuse, "what do you say we go do something a bit more upbeat hmm?" giving his hands yet another gentle squeeze before she grabbed her coffee and stood up, her grip not releasing his fingers just yet. Moving over to stand a bit in front of his seat, she attempted to pull him from the chair he was sitting in. Once he arose to his feet, she smile before dragging him out of the coffee shop, and out to the street releasing his hand once they got to the sidewalk where they'd bumped into each other not too long ago. Turning to him, Norah raised her eyebrows, "Destinations, pick one, let's go," she spoke quickly as she looked up to him. Her cellphone began to vibrate within her purse continually. She hoped that Elliot couldn't hear it and notice her blatantly ignoring it. She didn't feel like having any kind of interruptions right now. Whatever it was would have to wait til later.
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