Post by VIVIENNE BREANAE SCHOLTZ on Jun 9, 2010 3:02:20 GMT -5
VIVIENNE ISLA WRIGHT
FULL NAME: vivienne isla wright.
NICKNAMES: viv.
AGE: eighteen.
PREFERENCE: straight.
HOMETOWN: miami, florida.
CLASS STATUS: middle class.
CURRENT STATUS: single.
MEMBER GROUP: high school student.
PLAY BY: deborah ann woll.
FAVORITE FOOD?
"oh come on, what kind of pansy question is this? it's like asking what my favorite color is; no one really needs to know that unless they're getting me a big present that has some massive theme of my favorite color. but whatever. if you're sooo interested in it, my favorite food are tacos. i've always loved mexican and my mom makes the greatest chicken and guacamole tacos. so there you have it. happy?"
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
"nope, i'm not."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"... okay i thought that the food thing was going to be it so are you serious with me right now? i'm going to leave my bluntness out of this for now and just say that my favorite color is green."
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
"oh man, i really never thought this story would come back to haunt me but since i like having attention, here it is. basically, i was babysitting one day for some trio of little brats and they completely got me to play this game and i ended up tied up in some chair while they wrecked havoc on the house. needless to say, there parents came home and went postal on me and that was the last time that i ever babysat for any kid. i know it sounds pretty typical that i was stupid enough to fall for something like that but seriously, those brats were terrorists. i think if i hadn't played the game and embarrassed myself in front of not only their parents, but the people that they brought home with them, they would have ended up finding another way to get what they wanted. oh well. i'm not a kid person."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"ugh. keeping my mouth shut again and just gonna give you the answer. mountain dew. caffeine is my best friend."
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
"well to be honest, i'm not the kind of person that likes to plan out everything as i go. i like living in the moment and not stressing about the future but i guess that i eventually want to go to college, if i can stand another two or four years of college. i would take a year off first to do whatever i wanted, free of schoolbooks and teachers. and i guess that if there is one thing i could see myself as, it would be an actress. i've been involved in theater in my school for the longest time and it's kind of my passion. so yeah. either in college or in some blockbuster movie."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
"okay, this is more like it. i love holidays more than you can even imagine. a big deal was always made over them in my family and my sisters and i always got a ton of presents. i love halloween because you can dress up and look like a skank for an entire night without having to give a reason, i like christmas because it's full of actual cheer, none of that fake crap that people like to put out when they're pretending. so it would have to be a tie between the two of those."
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
"this is gonna sound really stupid but... i used to be a fattie back before i moved to miami, florida. i think that's why i try to be so confident now is because i don't want to be picked on like the used to be. i'm not gonna bitch and complain and cry about the fact that i was teased because it made me stand up for myself in the end and now i don't let anyone walk all over me."
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
"i prefer both. both bring things that you can do. like, during the day, there's the beach and the sun and the sand that i just love to be around. and at night, there are the clubs and the drinks and the parties so really, i guess it's just what i'm in the mood for that day."
NAME A FANTASY?
"as mentioned before, i would love to be an actress. so my fantasy would be for me to be casted in a movie as a lead role or at least someone that gets some good face time and a couple of lines. i mean, i'm at least realistic about the fact that i'm not gonna walk on the hollywood scene and be a star in a second. but yeah. me in a movie, walking down the red carpet at the premiere and having my pictures taken for the magazines. it would be the best thing in the world."
Dylan was not the kind of person he used to be. Oh, he could go on about how he had changed into some shell of himself, how he was so unbearably "emo" (God how he hated that word and he wouldn't hesitate to sucker punch someone if they called him that to his face) that he was barely recognizable. He could say that he didn't enjoy all of the things that he used to do, how he wasn't as fun as he was before. But no. That was not what he was thinking right now. What he was thinking about was how far his luck had dropped when it came to women. It was pretty sad for him to go from flirting with the ladies every single night that he was at work, sometimes bringing them home for the night if he was that smooth, that good enough to make them want him and believe me, he had his moments just like any other fairly good looking man. Being a disc jockey helped with this and working in a club furthered his luck, because a lot of the people were drunk and horny and didn't want anything more than he did and that was one little night of fun with no strings attached.
Now, he just stared sort of pathetically at the couples grinding against each other and almost rolled his eyes from behind his DJ stand. Sometimes, he could get pretty distracted by the people that were in the crowd and that wasn't acceptable, because he would end up screwing up what he was doing. His concentration already wasn't that great, because of the drinks that he had stupidly had before his shift at work in an attempt to loosen up a little bit. It had worked for a while until he found himself getting agitated for no good reason. Or maybe it was because he so badly needed to have some sort of relief but that was the thing. For all the gorgeous girls that were out on the floor, he just couldn't see himself going home with one of them. He couldn't see himself waking up to them the next morning and going through the whole routine of breakfast and then her leaving. It was just so redundant to what he had been doing for the past four years of his life, excluding the period of time when he was with Heather and he knew how much that had messed him up. Had it not been for that whole big fat mess, he probably would have tried to take someone home. But he just didn't have the energy or the means to even try anymore. He would have rather just gone home and played video games with Olivia or something.
Ha, Olivia. She'd ended up having to stay with him for a little while and honestly, there wasn't anyway that he would have ever said no to her coming into his house, let alone staying there with him. He liked the company, the fact that he knew this person and actually had some things in common with her. They made pretty good roommates and secretly, he liked that he could kind of keep an eye on her, make sure that she was okay after he had found her with the pills. Dylan had almost thought that she would push him away after that because he knew that if it had been him in her shoes, he would have. He wasn't the kind that liked to let people in to see the embarrassing moments that he was going through and so, avoiding was the way to go. But that hadn't happened with them and he had felt relieved. She wasn't someone that he wanted to lose as a friend, even when he had been avoiding her himself after the run-in with Noah in the hospital. Any thought of the cop had him gritting his teeth and having slight homicidal thoughts going through his mind. Hard to resist but he wasn't going to be crazy and go out and actually do it, even if the man made him want to punch babies.
Bypassing a couple of girls on his way out of the club, he was so tempted to start up with hitting on one of them. One of them was gorgeous, with big green eyes and brown hair that framed her face. All he had to do was reach out and touch her arm, flash a smile, offer to buy her a drink. It sounded simple enough but he felt his confidence wavering as he glanced at her one more time before finally exiting through the door. He could have, probably should have but he didn't. Dylan just didn't want to. Not with all the feelings mixed together, bubbling and churning. He wasn't that person anymore. And he liked someone else, more than she probably even knew. But this wasn't high school and he wasn't in the mood for the feelings game or even laying everything out on the table. Not yet anyway. His ego and confidence had taken one too many hits in the past and he was fine just to go along as friends for now. He was fine being by himself for now as well, which was one of the reasons that it was so easy to just pass by the girls in the club. It wasn't like pretty girls wouldn't be there later or tomorrow or even a year from now if he decided that he felt like giving something a chance, even having fun.
Coming home, Dylan decided that he was just ready for another beer (which he conveniently had a couple of bottles still in his fridge, unless Olivia had taken them) and get to sleep. He didn't know whether his temporary roomie would be there and asleep or out of the house completely. Not that it mattered. She could do what she wanted. He swung open the door, heading to the fridge immediately and grabbing the previously mentioned beer, snapping the cap off and drinking it down like a dehydrated man in the desert that was finally coming across water. A faint sound caught his attention and made him look towards the hallway. The apartment wasn't very big and the walls weren't very thick so he could easily tell that there was someone in his room. He moved towards the door, swinging it open with the beer still in his hand, thinking that he would just see Olivia, maybe offer her a beer or something if she was still awake. Nope. Wrong. She was there alright, but she wasn't alone. "Uh.. Hey Olivia. Didn't mean to interrupt..." Eyebrow raised, he took one last look at the girl with her and prepared himself fully to close the door again and leave them to... whatever. .
Now, he just stared sort of pathetically at the couples grinding against each other and almost rolled his eyes from behind his DJ stand. Sometimes, he could get pretty distracted by the people that were in the crowd and that wasn't acceptable, because he would end up screwing up what he was doing. His concentration already wasn't that great, because of the drinks that he had stupidly had before his shift at work in an attempt to loosen up a little bit. It had worked for a while until he found himself getting agitated for no good reason. Or maybe it was because he so badly needed to have some sort of relief but that was the thing. For all the gorgeous girls that were out on the floor, he just couldn't see himself going home with one of them. He couldn't see himself waking up to them the next morning and going through the whole routine of breakfast and then her leaving. It was just so redundant to what he had been doing for the past four years of his life, excluding the period of time when he was with Heather and he knew how much that had messed him up. Had it not been for that whole big fat mess, he probably would have tried to take someone home. But he just didn't have the energy or the means to even try anymore. He would have rather just gone home and played video games with Olivia or something.
Ha, Olivia. She'd ended up having to stay with him for a little while and honestly, there wasn't anyway that he would have ever said no to her coming into his house, let alone staying there with him. He liked the company, the fact that he knew this person and actually had some things in common with her. They made pretty good roommates and secretly, he liked that he could kind of keep an eye on her, make sure that she was okay after he had found her with the pills. Dylan had almost thought that she would push him away after that because he knew that if it had been him in her shoes, he would have. He wasn't the kind that liked to let people in to see the embarrassing moments that he was going through and so, avoiding was the way to go. But that hadn't happened with them and he had felt relieved. She wasn't someone that he wanted to lose as a friend, even when he had been avoiding her himself after the run-in with Noah in the hospital. Any thought of the cop had him gritting his teeth and having slight homicidal thoughts going through his mind. Hard to resist but he wasn't going to be crazy and go out and actually do it, even if the man made him want to punch babies.
Bypassing a couple of girls on his way out of the club, he was so tempted to start up with hitting on one of them. One of them was gorgeous, with big green eyes and brown hair that framed her face. All he had to do was reach out and touch her arm, flash a smile, offer to buy her a drink. It sounded simple enough but he felt his confidence wavering as he glanced at her one more time before finally exiting through the door. He could have, probably should have but he didn't. Dylan just didn't want to. Not with all the feelings mixed together, bubbling and churning. He wasn't that person anymore. And he liked someone else, more than she probably even knew. But this wasn't high school and he wasn't in the mood for the feelings game or even laying everything out on the table. Not yet anyway. His ego and confidence had taken one too many hits in the past and he was fine just to go along as friends for now. He was fine being by himself for now as well, which was one of the reasons that it was so easy to just pass by the girls in the club. It wasn't like pretty girls wouldn't be there later or tomorrow or even a year from now if he decided that he felt like giving something a chance, even having fun.
Coming home, Dylan decided that he was just ready for another beer (which he conveniently had a couple of bottles still in his fridge, unless Olivia had taken them) and get to sleep. He didn't know whether his temporary roomie would be there and asleep or out of the house completely. Not that it mattered. She could do what she wanted. He swung open the door, heading to the fridge immediately and grabbing the previously mentioned beer, snapping the cap off and drinking it down like a dehydrated man in the desert that was finally coming across water. A faint sound caught his attention and made him look towards the hallway. The apartment wasn't very big and the walls weren't very thick so he could easily tell that there was someone in his room. He moved towards the door, swinging it open with the beer still in his hand, thinking that he would just see Olivia, maybe offer her a beer or something if she was still awake. Nope. Wrong. She was there alright, but she wasn't alone. "Uh.. Hey Olivia. Didn't mean to interrupt..." Eyebrow raised, he took one last look at the girl with her and prepared himself fully to close the door again and leave them to... whatever. .
hey, it's kayla and this gal has been at it for
four years now. they are nineteen years old.
