Post by december van buren on Dec 2, 2009 22:59:11 GMT -5
d e c e m b e r - v a n b u r e n .
you can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
-----the basics,[/color] [/ul]hello there. my name is december celia van buren.
i was born on july seventh and currently, i am at the age of seventeen.
i was born in the beautiful land of america.
my family consists of my mother, elena van buren, who is forty-three and a 'stay at home wife and my father, marcus van buren, who is forty-five and a very wealthy business mogul. and we can be considered dirty rich.
if you feel the need to classify me, i guess you can call me a high school senior.
i usually go for men and i find charm to be a turn on.
my role model in life would be kelly clarkson, because she has accomplisedh so much while staying in a positive light to the public eye.
i model myself after no one because i create my own fashion. i wear what i want. i don't care if you like it or not.
i dot my "i"s with ...dots?
if you were to ask me about my family i'd say :
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my least favorite part of my body is my legs.
sometimes i hate my life because my father is an abusive control freak.
the thing i'd like to change about myself the most is my family. or at least the way t hey act towards me. if my parents were loving like they were supposed to be, then i wouldn't be having any problems. too bad that's not the case.
if you were to ask my ex about me he/she would say :
----- the good ,
people often compliment on my large voice.[/color]
my favorite part of my body is my hair.
the best thing about my life ismy boyfriend.
the thing i would never change about myself ismy determination for life. i don't give up no matter what. and i think that's a pretty nice quality to have.
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 hate sushi.
- i'm a fantastic actress.
- my father hits me.
- my mother is a whore.
- i plan on getting far away from here when i turn eighteen.
----- the player ,
hello there, lost resistance. i am ash and i've been roleplaying for about six years. i'm twenty and i found you through the last site.. my pb choice is demi lovato. and here's my rp sample.
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December Van Buren would be the last person to ever expect that she would share a bed with Alexander Wyatt. Maybe they were just sleeping, but it was still very odd. And it was something she wasn't sure she would ever tell anyone. The way people were these days, they'd twist her words around until it seemed like they were having crazy sex every night. Then again, this entire night probably wouldn't be mentioned to anyone else. After all, she would have to explain why she was there in the first place. That was just something she didn't want to do. No one needed to know what went on between her and her father. The only reason Alex knew was because he had happened upon her at the right moment. By this point, she'd pretty much given up wondering why he'd been the one to find her. Maybe fate had some twisted sense of humor to bring them together on that night. Or maybe it had been nature's way of showing her a softer side to the young man. Because, she had to admit, it was nice to see him like this. Even if she wasn't sure that it would last. It was a side she'd always known had existed, but he'd always refused to give to her. No matter how hard she'd pushed or fought, he just seemed incapable of letting up. And tonight, she hadn't even tried. Hadn't even thought she would see him. Yet, here he was, making sure she was alright in a time that she needed it. Even though she would never admit it, it was true. Sometimes even December needed help, though she didn't really know how to ask for it. Maybe it would get easier with time. She just didn't know.
This might have even been her own way of admitting that she needed help. By letting Alex take care of her the way he had, she was showing weakness. As much as that pained her most of the time, she couldn't help but like it in some sense. Everyone deserved to be taken care of every once in a while, right? Even December. She may have been stubborn and independent, but she was still a scared little girl who had a very serious problem. There would probably come a time when she needed even more help than just a place to stay overnight. It chilled her to think about, but the possibility was still there. She always wondered if one day, her father would get so violent that she might not live to tell the tale. Mostly, she tried to keep from that train of thought. Otherwise, she would be scared out of her wits every day. She didn't want that. She didn't want to be paralyzed by fear, flinching at every little creak in the floor. Quite frankly, she was tired of all the fear and the secrets and the pain. She just wanted it to go away. But, she wasn't naive enough to think that it would. Not as long as Marcus Van Buren had this much sway over her life. Which seemed like it would last forever. December was counting on her eighteenth birthday to come so she could finally be free. But would she really be free? Even if she was no longer legally bound to be under his roof, her father had a way of getting what he wanted. And if he wanted to keep her under his control, she would be very hard pressed to find a way out of it. She was more or less trapped.
December wasn't going to let that get to her, though. She couldn't. Otherwise she would be a completely different person. Something she didn't want at all. She liked who she was. She liked being a 'the glass is half full' kind of person. If she let it, her entire situation could have her closed off and withdrawn, sheltered from the rest of the world. Maybe it was just her immense stubbornness, but she wasn't going to let that happen. What was the point in living if you were depressed all of the time? There was no reason going around spoiling all of the good things in life just because she had this one terrible secret. She wanted to enjoy the good times. And the good times that resulted from the bad times. Such as this one. Alex would never really know how thankful she was to him for what he'd done for her. And as she laid next to him and watched him in the dim light of the night with curious eyes, she wondered what he was thinking. Her first guess would have been something perverted were it not for the way the conversation was going. If she squinted enough, she could see the make up of a serious expression on his face. This was strange. But then, how the night was going, not as surprising as it would have been on any other day. She listened intently for his answer, wondering why he would have said such a thing. December didn't look away from him as he spoke, entranced by his words, no matter how much he stumbled over them. "I have?" She asked, barely above a whisper. She didn't see how she'd done anything but annoy him. Sure, she'd shouted at him to stop being such an idiot, but she'd hadn't actually thought that it had gotten through to him. Maybe she'd been wrong.
She frowned slightly at his next words, wondering if he only meant them because of what he'd just discovered, or if he really did regret giving her such a hard time. All of this confusion and exerting events was starting to wear on her once again. She felt her eyes droop slightly, but she fought to keep them open so she could see where this conversation led. It was pretty much a life changing event. She didn't want to fall asleep in the middle of it. What he said next took the frown from her face and replaced it with a small, satisfied smile. "Well, thank you for worrying about me. I know it probably wasn't easy." She found the strength to give a small laugh at her comment before falling silent again. In the semi-darkness, she saw him turn to her and her eyes were glued to his as he spoke again. December studied him for a moment as the words sank in. She slowly shook her head. "No, I don't think so. I mean, there are people who care about me, I suppose. But... I don't think they would have done a better job. You... you made me feel safe. Which... isn't really easy... in times like this." She paused, averting her gaze to the sheets for a moment as she tried not to blush from her statement. She hardly thought he would be able to see in in the darkness, but she wondered if he would be able to feel it. So, she simply focused on keeping the heat from her face for a few seconds.
After a moment, she could feel her eyes drooping once again, and she wondered if their conversation was over and if she could finally let sleep overtake her once again. Her question was answered as he broke the silence one more time. She moved her dark eyes back to him. It seemed like there was something he wanted to say, but was having considerable trouble getting out. She simply sat in silence, waiting for him to finish, almost afraid to know the rest. After a while, he was finally done and even though he wasn't looking at her anymore, she continued to stare back at him, repeating what he said over and over in her mind. "I do care, Ember." He'd called her Ember. She didn't miss that. And he'd said that he cared. About her. A strange emotion nudged itself between her confusion and exhaustion. An emotion she wasn't used to feeling, especially not towards him. Something soft and touching. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. She didn't know what to say, or how to respond to that. Finally, she managed to find her voice, as small as it was. "I care, too." It came out as a whisper, but in the quite room with the limited space between them, she knew he heard it. Well, the young girl had been right about one thing. This was a life changing conversation. Whether it had started out that way or not, there was no going back now.
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