Post by ophelia tierney. on Aug 14, 2008 0:13:21 GMT -5
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[/size]Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, ophelia desirae tierney
but people tend to call me, oph, O., pretty girl, ophie.
I turned , nineteen
on , october seventeenth
so that means I've been ( attending / living ), UCLA
when the days over i like me some , boys
[/color][/font][/size]I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,
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well, my hair is, light blond hair. Tends to go more golden during really sunny days.
and I love my eyes, they're, brown muddy warm eyes.
and my skin colors this really cool, light tanned.
mainly because I'm , Greek
I measure up to , 5'7
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , 118
but it's kind of cool that I have , soft skin, warm brown eyes, fair.
and my style blows yours away ,
so over - all ,
but people say I look like , ashley tisdale.
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[/size]but I'd rather wake up beside you
and breathe that ol' familiar smell,
*[/size] personage - - - - - [/blockquote][/right]
[/i][/size][/color] because, she tends to observe and listen to other people more than watching them observe and listen to her. she likes to remember the important things about people.
I love, reading, drawing, shopping, fashion, basketball, her father pictures, her mothers pictures, her grandparents, her dog demi, light, music.
but I really despise, knifes, the girl who killed her parents, nightmeres, being forced to do something, to much people, feeling overwhelmed
I personally think I'm pretty good at, fashion, reading, music
though I should really work on , her past, being stubborn, easily irritated
people tend to tell me I'm ,
shy[/font] because, she tends to like to stay to herself and not give people the advantage of getting to know her too well.
stubborn[/font] because, she is a person thast sticks to what she says until he makes people believe it. She won't budge an inch unless there very good evidence against what she was saying. [/ul][/font]
but basically, I'm ,
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[/size]I never thought you could leave me,
I figured I was the one ,
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I came from, Rio
well my father .. ,
coming in at , would have been 43 , lawyer
all in all, he's pretty , great.[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at , would have been 40
she helped too, by , model
in the end she's quite , like my best friend.[/ul]
and then they had kids ,
then it was time for my own ,
and my one and only pet(s) , demi my puppy
the love life ,
If there was one thing that Ophelia knew little about it was love. She was never one to let soemone that far in to know about it so her past with love is nto that complicated. When she was fourteen she dated about two guys the whole year and then when she was fifteen she got a boyfriend that she stayed with until the death of her parents when she just turned her back on everything so i guess what little expirience she had with dating it was not love. She is now looking but shes not that expirienced.
& the good and the bad,
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[/size]but I understand your sadness so
I guess I should just hold my tongue ,
*[/size] all about you - - - - - [/blockquote][/right]
[/size] hello, I'm bree[/color]. I play ophelia[/color] and her playmates, are nonexistent[/color]. I myself have seen [color=cc9999nineteen[/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in eastern[/color]. I've been in this part of town for six and a bit years[/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that advertising[/color] told me about this island resort? she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is DYNOxDESTRUCTION[/color], my msn's luvalicious_angel@hotmail.com[/color], and my email's redzone_@live.com[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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She was looking at the house that night, the night of the fire that was. She watched it burn down and she couldn’t run, she couldn’t scream for help, she was just frozen with shock; she could hear the screams from her parents and her little brother Jamie. She didn’t know what to do, she just watched as her house burnt down and her family along with it. Ryder had never been one to not do anything, she had never been one to watch and not do, and she had never been one to be so clueless. Ryder had watched as her uncle, her mother’s own brother, fled from the house a lighter in hand and a triumphant smile on his face. She couldn’t do anything it was like she was frozen there, like she had been carved from ice. After that everything fell apart for her, she lost everything, all her clothes, her pictures, her memories, and her house, that was the day she changed. He uncle had always been distant from her mother but she had never expected him to do what he did. That triumphant smile was wiped off his face when she came to his house a knife in her hand and a smile on her own face. She had never been one to be so violent, I mean she was always a rebel and everyone knew that but she had never been one to be so angry that she could kill. She did that night, she watched him suffer as she tied him up and cut his fingers off one by one. She watched him scream out in pain as she cut him it small piece and she watched him take his last breath before her uncle’s body, covered in blood, fell limp against the chair. She remember that night more than any she had ever lived, she remembered feeling that sense of revenge, and the only person who knew about this was her knew family, her cousins, well I guess you could call them that, she had the same last name but she wasn’t really related it was her father’s brother but her father wasn’t really her father, he was sort of a step father.
See her and her mother had always been alone. Her mother had once married but he had left her right when they had Ryder. Deep down Ryder always thought it was because of her. She wasn’t a quiet baby, she cried constantly and she was always sick and she guessed her father had, had enough of her and he was out the door before her mother even knew. He left her a note saying he would come back some day to see Ryder, but that day never happened. When Ryder had turned seven her mother was remarried and her knew stepfather had adopted her so that’s when her named changed from Ryder Mariah Carlson to Ryder Mariah cooper. It’s not that Ryder didn’t like her new “father” she just felt that she wanted her real father to find her. Ryder never really wanted to leave her mother she just needed to know him but that never did happen so she turned to the life of hard core drinking smoking and just acting out to get the attention of others. Ryder just never wanted to not be in that spotlight, with her mother starting a new family she just felt alone and by acting out she got that attention she needed if not from her parents, from her friends, or the guys that thought she was ‘cool’. Ryder didn’t really get over that stage until after the fire, after the fire she just did what she wanted because she didn’t have anyone to live for, I mean she lost her family so why did she need anything else. Ryder started ditching school, drinking, leaving for weeks at a time and she really didn’t care what or who this affected she just needed to get away so she did. It wasn’t until a couple months after the fire that she started being a cutter; she was one to always have a knife with her so she cut her skin to hurt herself. She always felt guilty for not doing anything. She could have saved her family but she didn’t and that would always be on her.
Ryder’s eyes flickered open and with one swift roll she was on the floor. Groaning she rolled herself over to she was lying on the floor on her back, it was a hell of a lot better than flat on her face. Sighing she put her hand to her head, she really hated hangovers. She was a hard drinker, so she drank and drank and drank and she never remembered a thing and she guessed it was better that way, the only thing that sucked was that she had been sleeping on the couch in her underwear and a guys top, ohh well she really could care ales who saw her like this. I mean she guessed that mike and her uncle and aunt and Rae. She really didn’t care. Getting up off the floor she ran her fingers through her hair making her way into the kitchen and poring herself a glass of milk. She drowned it then looked over at the time and nearly dropped her glass “” she whispered to herself. She was late, really late; actually it was almost the end of their lunch break. She was supposed to go at least one full day but what was the point now. She made her way into her room and shut the door behind her grabbing the clothes she wanted and a towel off the floor and made her way across the hall to the bathroom. She needed a shower and she needed one right now. She hung her clothes and her towel on the back off the door and stripped off what she had on climbing in the shower and pulling the curtains back before turning on the warm water. She was one to take a long shower, she didn’t want too today but she usually did. She washed her hair quickly and shaved then did whatever else she needed to before turning off the water grabbing her towel and drying herself. She pulled on her black undies and matching black strapless bra then a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black halter top which was skin tight like her jeans. She pretty much looked d**n sexy like always and she took pride in that.
Ryder sighed slightly as she blow-dried her hair, she was glad it was plugged into the wall and didn’t need to be warmed up. After that she just pulled some of her hair into a clip and let the rest hand long and down on her shoulders. She out on some make-up quickly and made her way into her room pulling on a pair of flats grabbing her purse and making her way out of the house locking the door behind her. Yes Ryder was actually really rick, but she didn’t get any of the money her parents left her until she was eighteen, which was a lot, let’s just say she could live in a huge house for the rest of her life and pay for everything and still have money left over. She was part of the scorpions because she chose to be not because she had to be. I mean she could gladly switch gangs but she took proud in being from a school where the kids had less money, I mean money didn’t really matter anyways so she chose to not flaunt it like the 16thy street gang. Sighing she started her long walk to school. Yes she had no car, because at the moment she didn’t have the money and she liked walking, she had a cell phone but no car. She sighed and texted a couple of her friends before shutting her phone off and heading towards the school. She really didn’t need the trouble that she was about to get into but I guess getting drunk and over sleeping had its consequences. Seeing the school after walking for thirty minutes she pushed open the front door swinging her purse around like she really didn’t care which was good because she didn’t. Bu like always the first person to see he was the principal. He walked over to her with a stern look “miss. Cooper do I need to call your parents again” he said sternly. She laughed slightly “don’t call them, go to the cemetery and see them face to face” she said heading in the opposite direction towards her locker “are you going to class” he asked. She laughed slightly “no” she said straight put and continued walking hearing something about him calling her aunt and uncle like that would do any good. She went to her locker and opened it grabbing her smoke she headed out and sat on the roof of her cousins car. She took out her knife and slowly and painfully sliced her wrists over and over again, waited till the bleeding stopped then went for her smoke. She lit one taking a deep puff from it and heard the bell waiting to see the guy she called a cousin.
See her and her mother had always been alone. Her mother had once married but he had left her right when they had Ryder. Deep down Ryder always thought it was because of her. She wasn’t a quiet baby, she cried constantly and she was always sick and she guessed her father had, had enough of her and he was out the door before her mother even knew. He left her a note saying he would come back some day to see Ryder, but that day never happened. When Ryder had turned seven her mother was remarried and her knew stepfather had adopted her so that’s when her named changed from Ryder Mariah Carlson to Ryder Mariah cooper. It’s not that Ryder didn’t like her new “father” she just felt that she wanted her real father to find her. Ryder never really wanted to leave her mother she just needed to know him but that never did happen so she turned to the life of hard core drinking smoking and just acting out to get the attention of others. Ryder just never wanted to not be in that spotlight, with her mother starting a new family she just felt alone and by acting out she got that attention she needed if not from her parents, from her friends, or the guys that thought she was ‘cool’. Ryder didn’t really get over that stage until after the fire, after the fire she just did what she wanted because she didn’t have anyone to live for, I mean she lost her family so why did she need anything else. Ryder started ditching school, drinking, leaving for weeks at a time and she really didn’t care what or who this affected she just needed to get away so she did. It wasn’t until a couple months after the fire that she started being a cutter; she was one to always have a knife with her so she cut her skin to hurt herself. She always felt guilty for not doing anything. She could have saved her family but she didn’t and that would always be on her.
Ryder’s eyes flickered open and with one swift roll she was on the floor. Groaning she rolled herself over to she was lying on the floor on her back, it was a hell of a lot better than flat on her face. Sighing she put her hand to her head, she really hated hangovers. She was a hard drinker, so she drank and drank and drank and she never remembered a thing and she guessed it was better that way, the only thing that sucked was that she had been sleeping on the couch in her underwear and a guys top, ohh well she really could care ales who saw her like this. I mean she guessed that mike and her uncle and aunt and Rae. She really didn’t care. Getting up off the floor she ran her fingers through her hair making her way into the kitchen and poring herself a glass of milk. She drowned it then looked over at the time and nearly dropped her glass “” she whispered to herself. She was late, really late; actually it was almost the end of their lunch break. She was supposed to go at least one full day but what was the point now. She made her way into her room and shut the door behind her grabbing the clothes she wanted and a towel off the floor and made her way across the hall to the bathroom. She needed a shower and she needed one right now. She hung her clothes and her towel on the back off the door and stripped off what she had on climbing in the shower and pulling the curtains back before turning on the warm water. She was one to take a long shower, she didn’t want too today but she usually did. She washed her hair quickly and shaved then did whatever else she needed to before turning off the water grabbing her towel and drying herself. She pulled on her black undies and matching black strapless bra then a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black halter top which was skin tight like her jeans. She pretty much looked d**n sexy like always and she took pride in that.
Ryder sighed slightly as she blow-dried her hair, she was glad it was plugged into the wall and didn’t need to be warmed up. After that she just pulled some of her hair into a clip and let the rest hand long and down on her shoulders. She out on some make-up quickly and made her way into her room pulling on a pair of flats grabbing her purse and making her way out of the house locking the door behind her. Yes Ryder was actually really rick, but she didn’t get any of the money her parents left her until she was eighteen, which was a lot, let’s just say she could live in a huge house for the rest of her life and pay for everything and still have money left over. She was part of the scorpions because she chose to be not because she had to be. I mean she could gladly switch gangs but she took proud in being from a school where the kids had less money, I mean money didn’t really matter anyways so she chose to not flaunt it like the 16thy street gang. Sighing she started her long walk to school. Yes she had no car, because at the moment she didn’t have the money and she liked walking, she had a cell phone but no car. She sighed and texted a couple of her friends before shutting her phone off and heading towards the school. She really didn’t need the trouble that she was about to get into but I guess getting drunk and over sleeping had its consequences. Seeing the school after walking for thirty minutes she pushed open the front door swinging her purse around like she really didn’t care which was good because she didn’t. Bu like always the first person to see he was the principal. He walked over to her with a stern look “miss. Cooper do I need to call your parents again” he said sternly. She laughed slightly “don’t call them, go to the cemetery and see them face to face” she said heading in the opposite direction towards her locker “are you going to class” he asked. She laughed slightly “no” she said straight put and continued walking hearing something about him calling her aunt and uncle like that would do any good. She went to her locker and opened it grabbing her smoke she headed out and sat on the roof of her cousins car. She took out her knife and slowly and painfully sliced her wrists over and over again, waited till the bleeding stopped then went for her smoke. She lit one taking a deep puff from it and heard the bell waiting to see the guy she called a cousin.
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