Post by mallory mckenzie on Jun 3, 2009 23:02:03 GMT -5
mallory rachael mckenzie ,
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[/font]I SWEAR I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?------ Hola, me llamo Mallory Rachael McKenzie! I've been called Mallow Cup before, except I don't like mallow cups. They kind of remind me of peanut butter banana reese cups, which make my tummy hurt. Mallow cups are too sweet. Therefore, I don't really like being called mallow cup. I don't want to make other people's stomachs hurt. Mallory means omened. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I saw a scary movie called The Omen once. So maybe I'm meant to be scary? Grrr! Haha, alright, Rachael means innocent lamb. So I'm an omened innocent lamb. That's pretty chill. I'm cool with that. Mckenzie means 'the fair one'.. Whatever, I'm going to be an omened innocent lamb for life. It's my destiny. I'm not 'the fair one', if I'm an omened innocent lamb. Can I be omened and innocent at the same time? It doesn't seem possible. Maybe I have defied the laws of Science. Come on, pay your money to see the omened innocent lamb!
YOU'VE GOT ME WONDERING. HOW MANY CANDLES DID YOU BLOW OUT ON YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY CAKE?
------ I'm sixteen years old. I was born on May 23 of 1993. I saw another scary movie called 23. Maybe I'm cursed.[/font]
YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL AT ALL?
------ I attend Stewart Academy as a Junior. I guess I like it. I mean I haven't been to another high school. I've gone to the academy my entire high school career. It may sound like I'm a snobby private school girl, but really I'm not! I plan to attend university with a major in Journalism. I'd really like to be a writer for the local newspaper, and then work my way to a bigger newspaper. I just find it interesting.[/font]
I HAVE A PRYING QUESTION. WHAT ARE YOU MORE INTO, GALS OR GUYS?
------ I am completely straight. Then again, I've never experienced any kind of physical attraction with a girl. If I did something with one, hey, maybe I'd be able to swing both ways. It's whatever floats your boat. I don't use labels. It's about love, not gender, so spread the love!
NOW ON TO THE FUN STUFF. GOT ANY HOBBIES OR PASTIMES?
------ So gymnastics is kind of sort of my life. I've been enrolled in classes since I was about three years old, and I've loved it every day since. It can get some serious anger out by throwing your body around and pounding the ground, you know. I've competed before and I'd like to say I'm pretty damn good at it. I'm passionate about it because it's all I've ever known. I've only done one other sport besides gymnastics and I'm passionate about that too, but gymnastics consumes a lot of my time. You can make a lot of friends through the classes too. If I quit gymnastics, I'm pretty sure I would be lost. I wouldn't have anything to do with myself and I'd sit there and get angry because I'm not up moving around. That's another thing, I've got to be moving just about 24/7.[/font]
I also really enjoy soccer. It's not just running around a field and kicking a stupid ball around. It tests your strengths, limits, and challenges you to become better. When you make a goal, you feel accomplished. It's like any other sport. It keeps me going when I don't have gymnastics, because if I'm not moving, I'll probably freak out. I don't know what I'd do without either sport. They keep me going. I probably sound crazy and sports obsessed and you're probably thinking I'm some sort of body builder, but don't worry, I'm not.
Hmm, I sing all the time, mainly in the shower. It's a hobby of mine. My little brother usually stands by the door and records then makes fun of me for the rest of my life. I don't think I'm any good at it, but it's not like my life goal is to become some famous singer. It's just for fun. Music is a great thing. I can't play an instrument to save my life, but I'd really like to learn how to play the flute, guitar, or the piano. All three sound challenging and I'm up for a challenge any time. Music can mellow me out when I'm angry. I usually just head to the gym and turn on some music, then practice my gymnastics, depending on what I'm working on at the time. It really gets some serious anger out of you, but I think I've said that before.
Art is another one of my big passions and loves. I sketch pretty much everything I lay my eyes on. I'd like to say I'm the most amazing artist in the world, but I'm not. If I really take my time at a sketch then it will most likely be pretty good. If I'm just sketching something in class, it's probably going to look pretty shitty but it's okay. I like painting too, but I'm much better at doing sketches. A lot of my sketches are of people or the setting around me. If I see something I want to remember forever, I capture it on the plain piece of paper and try to make it something beautiful. It's another one of my chill out theories. If I don't want to go flip around in the gym by myself, I'll usually just draw until I'm mellowed out. It's a really good technique. You won't see me without a sketch book and a pencil. It's just a trademark of mine.
NOW, TELL ME ALL ABOUT WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?
------ vitamin water, drawing, pencil shavings, taking photographs, gymnastics, soccer, music, doing other people's hair, painting nails, truth or dare, pineapple, chocolate, strawberries, back hand springs, deep conversations, trust, cheesecake, exploring, warm weather, sleeping, comfort food, best friends, texting, typing, writing, snooping, pottery, the beach, painting, loud drum beats, brokencyde, kris allen, stephen jerzak and traveling.[/font]
WHAT ABOUT THE STUFF THAT DOESN'T. WHAT DON'T YOU LIKE?
------ guitar hero, school, failure, most regular sodas, the flavor orange, gold, bitches, fakes, compulsive liars, losing things, the ER, adam lambert, bright lights, black nailpolish, chipped nails, crying, panic attacks, the feeling you get before you cry, babies, and oranges.[/font]
I KNOW THIS IS HARD, BUT WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS?
------ I want to get married, but I want to get married to the perfect man for me. I want to make a family and have the perfect children for me. I want a little gymnast girl and a little football player for a boy. The girl will be named Elisha Kirsten and the boy will be named Aidan Shawn. I want my husband to be a lawyer so he can bring home the money and I want to be a journalist for the local newspaper. I'll be a mommy too, you know. I might hate babies but I wouldn't hate my own babies. I may hate the headaches they will give me but I assure you that I will have two little perfect children. It'd also be really nice if a boy would write a love song for me, and make me fall in love with him.[/font]
Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
TELL ME ALL ABOUT THE STUFF THAT GETS YOU SCARED OR ANNOYED, I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW.
------ I'm really afraid of cancer. It's a fucking killer. It really scares me because nobody knows where it comes from. It could be in the food you eat, the water you bathe in, the hands that you shake; nobody really knows. I'm always afraid that I'll get it and not be able to conquer it because I'm not a very strong girl. My willpower runs thin whenever I'm in a tough situation. I don't want to die young. No, actually, I don't want to die of cancer. I'd be ashamed in my after life. My mother conquered it, I should be able too as well. But its one of my biggest fears. I could touch a fucking worm and get cancer. I really don't touch worms that often though. I only touch worms when I'm being a really big loon.
Another one of my fears is breaking a bone. Believe it or not, I've never done it. I'm pretty cautious whenever I flip or get on the beams. If I broke one of my bones, I wouldn't be able to move. I would go insane. If I couldn't go to gymnastics or soccer I think I'd probably cut my head off and let myself bleed to death. I never want to break one of my bones. I also fear going insane. It probably won't happen, but still, I'm terribly afraid of it. If I go insane, I could kill myself, and then I'd be ashamed in my after life again. I don't want to deal with all that. It's too much to handle. Sometimes I wonder if people who are insane want help or if they just want to stay insane. I know I'd want help.
A big pet peeve of mine is dirty hair. I wash my hair once a day and make sure it looks and is clean before I leave my dorm. It's gross. Seriously, if you look like you just dumped a fucking vat of oil over your head, I will definitely point it out. I'm not down with it, and you shouldn't either. Bad hygeine is a bad habit and you don't want to take up that bad habit so early in life. Keep yourself clean!
That really bothers me, but I think my biggest pet peeve of all is people who interrupt. I get so angry when somebody interrupts me, and I usually don't hide that anger. I let it out and I let the person know that they pissed me the hell off. Usually, they think I'm just overreacting. I don't think I'm overreacting if it's normal for me to go off when you interrupt me. Just plain and simple, don't do it to me and I will probably be chill with you.
SINCE WE'RE GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER SO WELL, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
------ My father is Benjamin McKenzie and he's 45 years old. I love my daddy so much, and I'm not ashamed of it at all. I'll kiss my dad goodbye in front of everybody, I'll cling to him and give him a hug in front of my closest friends. I'll tell him that I love him in front of the love of my life, not that I've found that boy yet; but that's not the point. I am extremely close to my father. He's basically like one of my best friends and that will never change. I love having such a close bond with him because that way I know I will never regret anything I've said when he's gone. Of course we have our squabbles, but we forgive each other in the end, usually within about half an hour. He's a professor at the college, teaching in forensics; meaning he lives in Pittsburgh not too far from me. I go home to see him every weekend.
My mommy is my best friend. Okay, I know how extremely baby-esque that sounds, but it's true. I tell her more than I'd tell my best friend. I trust her. Her name is Lauren McKenzie, and she's 41 years old. Whenever I was only 10 years old, my mother was diagnosed with bone cancer. There's a longer name for it but I can't pronounce it. Anyway, it was really hard for my entire family, but we all got through it, including my mother. She's been in remission for almost two years now, and I'm so proud of her for being able to conquer one of the most deadliest diseases. I don't know what I'd do without my mother and father. They're really great people and sometimes I feel as if I'm taking them for granted.
ARE THERE ANY OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS CLOSE TO YOU, LIKE SIBLINGS?
------ I guess you could say my family is pretty big. All together, there are six children and I'm pretty close to all of them.
My oldest sibling is my brother Landon. He's 21 years old now, but whenever my mother was diagnosed with the big C he was merely 15. He had his own thoughts and he was old enough to understand what was going on, which was different from almost all of my siblings. Three years into my mother's painful experience with cancer, Landon moved out. He said he was too afraid to keep helping us out. I understood what was going on then since I was 13 years old. I haven't seen him since then. We write to each other, and he calls me on my cell phone ocassionally, but he's too much of a pussy to come home. I'm the only one of the siblings he talks to because he says I'm the most understanding of the situation, but really, I don't think I'm understanding with it at all. I resent him for all of it. I resent him for leaving his baby siblings to deal with this all on their own, not even beginning to think of how him leaving would effect them. I've never told him how much it hurt, but I've gotten over it recently. He's coming to Pittsburgh this Christmas, or so he says. I'll believe it when I see it.
Adrianne is 17 years old, and I'm probably closer to her than anybody in my life. Since there's only one year between us, we talk about everything together. She's my shoulder to cry on and my other half. You don't see one of us without the other in the summer time, and I miss her more than a lot of people know when I'm at the academy during the school year. I see her on the weekends, but it's not the same as when we're together and sharing a room for three months in the summer time. I'm pretty sure when she moves out, she'll take me with her. Without Adrianne, I wouldn't be able to do a lot of the things I am doing today. She pushes me to achieve my goals just like a best friend would. Basically, Adrianne Megan McKenzie is my best friend.
The next in my family is me, and then there's Carter. He's 15. I feel very protective of Carter because he's only a year younger than me. Of course, he's out trying to date girls mine and Adrianne's age, but I'm trying to work with him on that one. Carter and I have an unbreakable bond. We fight like crazy about absolutely everything, mainly the stupid little things, but after we fight we talk it out. It's one of the more mature things to do. He and Adrianne were the only ones that stuck by me through everything. We've thrown shit at each other, I've sucker punched him before, and we fight about the craziest things, but all in all Carter is my little brother and I'm probably going to feel rather overprotective of him until the day that I die. I'm not sure if he feels too great about that, but it's what I'm here for. I'm here to take care of my siblings.
Colleen, or Colie as we call her, is 14 and sometimes I just don't like her. We fight like cats and dogs. We fight way more than I've ever fought with Carter, Adrianne or Landon. She just makes me mad. Colie is very superficial. I mean sure, she's my sister, but she's not like the rest of us. Most of us are close knit and talk about everything. Colie insists on distancing herself from all of us and keeping secrets. I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up pregnant by the time she was sixteen. She's my sister, and I love her, but sometimes I'd like to hit her over the head with a baseball bat to knock some sense into her.
Last but not least is Roman and he's seven years old. Roman is probably one of the cutest little kids I've ever met. He was born just before mom was diagnosed with cancer, so he was just little when all of this was going on. I'm kind of thankful for that because if he was any older he would probably end up blaming himself and saying he gave his mother cancer; which is false. He's the brother I said that sat outside the bathroom door when I'm in the shower and records what I sing. Sometimes he can be annoying, but he's my little brother and I love him to death.
WHAT ABOUT PETS? DO YOU HAVE ANY OF THOSE?
------ We have a few pets. I have my dog Dani, short for Dandelion and she's a golden retriever. She's full sized and grown up. I've had her since I was about three or four years old, and she's like my companion. When I'm home on the weekends she sleeps in my bed with me, write next to me with her nose in my face. I talk to her when I feel like I can't talk to anybody else, mainly because I know she can't tell anyone else. We have birds that are nameless since there's like six. Roman claims he named all of them but I have no idea how he tells them apart because they look pretty much the same. Then we have our huge fat cat named Lucifer, and I hate him.
ARE YOU FROM AROUND HERE? I CAN'T RECALL YOU SAYING SO.
------ Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
NOW THAT WE'RE DONE HERE, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO SAY?
------ Hmm, a random fact about me? I'd have to say that I have a fondue pot in my dorm and in my bedroom at home. I love chocolate, and I especially love it when I dip it in fruit. So I have two fondue pots. I keep it clean and I use it a few times a week. Go ahead, laugh at me. At least I'll be satisfied with chocolate covered pineapple, strawberries, kiwi, and pretzels. At least I won't go hungry. At least I won't starve! I just love fruit and chocolate, and I didn't want to buy one and lug it around from home to home. So the easiest thing to do was to buy two. I believe it was probably the best investment in my life.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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oh hey there! my name is kim and i've been roleplaying
for about four years. i'm fourteen years old. yeah, i
know. i've been around the block a few times. i like using shailene woodley as
a play by. they're pretty hot, yeah? if you'd like to contact me, you can do
so through msn or pm. i gotta have my admin edit. and now, i'll let you check out my skills. i'm pretty fly.
Sunday was probably Trent’s favorite day of the week. Not only did he not have to go to school, but he could see his daughter. That little girl seemed to brighten his day no matter what. If things were going down hill the night before, he could always count on Annie to make everything better. She didn’t even have to try. He remembered how he couldn’t see her for almost three weeks and how it killed him to not see that toothy grin and those chocolate brown eyes filled with wonder. Whenever Jenna was in one of her moods, she wouldn’t let Trent see Annie. It hurt more than the worst heart break in the world. In fact, Trent wasn’t even all that sure if he had ever experienced heart break. You had to be in love to experience that, didn’t you? He was sure he’d never been in love before.
He figured he was just like any other typical guy, searching for sex every time he got with a girl. Sure, Trent had been in a relationship before, but never the kind of committed relationship that most girls wanted. He’d always been more of a bed buddy, rather than a boyfriend. He had always wondered what kind of boyfriend or husband he would make. He fancied himself an absolutely terrific father, so he couldn’t be too terrible at being a boyfriend. After all, he already knew how to take care of girls. Well, really he only knew hot to take care of his little girl specifically, but to him, that was just fine.
He had decided that it was time to take Annie out to the playground. Trent hadn’t done that in the longest time, and he didn’t want her to get arthritis when she was older or anything, so he thought it would be good to get her out and about. He had the tiny girl balanced on his hip, her brunette ringlets falling to about her shoulders. The ringlets were bouncy and soft, mainly because her mother would put conditioner in her hair after washing it. Trent thought it was a waste of time because she would just get it dirty the next day anyway, so why waste time putting conditioner in a two-year-olds messy hair? It fathomed him, and it wasn’t like he was going to waste time putting conditioner in a baby’s hair.
Trent could hear Annie’s soft breathing from her having taken a nap. She would be awaking any minute now, and he would be happy to see the reaction on her face when she realized where she woke up. Not only was she going to be waking up in the park, she waking up in her daddy’s arms. Trent hadn’t gotten to see Annie this past Thursday, mainly because he was too hung over. He learned not to make that mistake because he definitely regretted it when Thursday evening came around and he wasn’t taking care of his precious cargo.
His arms tightened around Annie as he trudged through the mulch and over to the swing set. There was a particularly big swing that seemed to be for adults, and Trent took a seat on it, letting Annie slide down onto his lap. He placed his hands on her back, patting it in rhythm softly. It usually would sooth a child, the feeling of affection by touch. Trent never understood how a parent could abuse their child. Sure, he could get angry but he would never be able to hit his little girl. Annie was his princess; he would never want to lay a hand on her in that way.
With that being said, suddenly, Annie’s head popped up slowly. Trent watched her wipe the sleep from her eyes, then look up to see that her father was holding her. A grin spread across her face from ear to ear, and she clapped, before laying her head on her father’s chest. “Daddy!” Was all the girl seemed to be able to say. Annie was only two, after all. Trent really didn’t expect much more out of her. A small smile slowly made its way onto the male’s lips, and he held the bundle of joy close to his chest.
Trent had no idea what he was going to do when the girl grew up. He figured she would break quite a few hearts. She was going to be beautiful. Trent didn’t think he could handle the stress of raising a teenager. He figured he’d probably be one of those overprotective fathers with a gun by his front door for the first boy that broke her little heart. She was his angel, and he wasn’t going to let his angel fall from the sky just because a stupid boy broke her wings.
“Hello little miss,” He said with a chuckle, standing up and balancing Annie on his hip again. He set the tiny girl in a baby swing, buckling her in. “I missed you.” Trent whispered, with a small smile. He stroked Annie’s little cheek before planting a kiss on her nose. “Are you ready to swing?” He asked Annie, who’s smile began to grow when he mentioned the word swing. Trent could remember how Annie loved the swings so much. The first time he had discovered it was when he was sitting on his mother’s front porch swing in the summer time with her wrapped up in a little pink blanket, cradling her and letting her listen to the soft rain. The whole time the swing made the back and forth motion, Annie was beaming up at Trent. It was probably one of his favorite memories to this day. It just made him wonder how he would ever live with out her. Of course he knew if he had never fooled around with Jenna, then he probably wouldn’t have gotten to bring this happy little girl into the world. Some days he was happy he made a mistake, because this little mistake was the best thing in his world, point blank.
He figured he was just like any other typical guy, searching for sex every time he got with a girl. Sure, Trent had been in a relationship before, but never the kind of committed relationship that most girls wanted. He’d always been more of a bed buddy, rather than a boyfriend. He had always wondered what kind of boyfriend or husband he would make. He fancied himself an absolutely terrific father, so he couldn’t be too terrible at being a boyfriend. After all, he already knew how to take care of girls. Well, really he only knew hot to take care of his little girl specifically, but to him, that was just fine.
He had decided that it was time to take Annie out to the playground. Trent hadn’t done that in the longest time, and he didn’t want her to get arthritis when she was older or anything, so he thought it would be good to get her out and about. He had the tiny girl balanced on his hip, her brunette ringlets falling to about her shoulders. The ringlets were bouncy and soft, mainly because her mother would put conditioner in her hair after washing it. Trent thought it was a waste of time because she would just get it dirty the next day anyway, so why waste time putting conditioner in a two-year-olds messy hair? It fathomed him, and it wasn’t like he was going to waste time putting conditioner in a baby’s hair.
Trent could hear Annie’s soft breathing from her having taken a nap. She would be awaking any minute now, and he would be happy to see the reaction on her face when she realized where she woke up. Not only was she going to be waking up in the park, she waking up in her daddy’s arms. Trent hadn’t gotten to see Annie this past Thursday, mainly because he was too hung over. He learned not to make that mistake because he definitely regretted it when Thursday evening came around and he wasn’t taking care of his precious cargo.
His arms tightened around Annie as he trudged through the mulch and over to the swing set. There was a particularly big swing that seemed to be for adults, and Trent took a seat on it, letting Annie slide down onto his lap. He placed his hands on her back, patting it in rhythm softly. It usually would sooth a child, the feeling of affection by touch. Trent never understood how a parent could abuse their child. Sure, he could get angry but he would never be able to hit his little girl. Annie was his princess; he would never want to lay a hand on her in that way.
With that being said, suddenly, Annie’s head popped up slowly. Trent watched her wipe the sleep from her eyes, then look up to see that her father was holding her. A grin spread across her face from ear to ear, and she clapped, before laying her head on her father’s chest. “Daddy!” Was all the girl seemed to be able to say. Annie was only two, after all. Trent really didn’t expect much more out of her. A small smile slowly made its way onto the male’s lips, and he held the bundle of joy close to his chest.
Trent had no idea what he was going to do when the girl grew up. He figured she would break quite a few hearts. She was going to be beautiful. Trent didn’t think he could handle the stress of raising a teenager. He figured he’d probably be one of those overprotective fathers with a gun by his front door for the first boy that broke her little heart. She was his angel, and he wasn’t going to let his angel fall from the sky just because a stupid boy broke her wings.
“Hello little miss,” He said with a chuckle, standing up and balancing Annie on his hip again. He set the tiny girl in a baby swing, buckling her in. “I missed you.” Trent whispered, with a small smile. He stroked Annie’s little cheek before planting a kiss on her nose. “Are you ready to swing?” He asked Annie, who’s smile began to grow when he mentioned the word swing. Trent could remember how Annie loved the swings so much. The first time he had discovered it was when he was sitting on his mother’s front porch swing in the summer time with her wrapped up in a little pink blanket, cradling her and letting her listen to the soft rain. The whole time the swing made the back and forth motion, Annie was beaming up at Trent. It was probably one of his favorite memories to this day. It just made him wonder how he would ever live with out her. Of course he knew if he had never fooled around with Jenna, then he probably wouldn’t have gotten to bring this happy little girl into the world. Some days he was happy he made a mistake, because this little mistake was the best thing in his world, point blank.
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