Post by carter sanders on Aug 26, 2009 22:17:02 GMT -5
CARTER MARIE SANDERS
nineteen , tourist , crazy
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yo, yo, yo! the name is sam and i'm living life as a he-she. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only seventeen. for four years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that fuck you!
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[/size]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?
hello, my name is carter marie sanders, and i've been sober for.... well... okay, not quite yet. haha, i kid i kid. but my name is carter sanders. my parents have this strange affinity for boy names on girls. so... that explains the boyish name. i mean, of course, i'm too hot to be a boy... naturally. ... yeah. anyway, i like my name. most people just call me carter, carcar, car. you know, i also respond to it, hey you, and the girl with the boy name. you know how it goes.
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]my birthday is january first, and i am currently nineteen years old. uhhhmmm... i was born in a dumpster in brooklyn, you know how it goes with kids like that... haha, i kid i kid. man, i'm on a roll today. anyway, i was actually born in san antonio, texas. yes, i'm a southern girl. love it. embrace it. but, this also means i'm not afraid to kick your ass. c:
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]boys. definitely boys. i mean, i've crossed the line maybe once or twice, but only in the spirit of having a good time. typically, i only like the boys, though. so, sorry ladies. i know you want to get with this fine piece of ass... but... i'm afraid that's not how i roll.
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]i love taking my old vinyl records off the wall and playing them on my grandpa's old record machine. i love funny movies, and i love being able to say 'thats me in that movie' and that type of thing, you know? i love pretty dresses and nice hairdos. i love simplicity. i love people and having fun, and going to parties that have meaning behind them. i love being on broadway, i love sunny days and i love the rainy ones, too.
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]i hate abuse, and i hate it when people think they're better than you. i hate religious wackos that make you second guess what you believe. i hate not having anything to believe it, and i hate being alone. i hate hate hate boys magazines. they're so nasty, its just gross. i love looking at modeling pictures and thinking "thats a beautiful picture, and it means something". i hate listening to cd players
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]i am currently in college, and i'm studying to be a doctor. yeah, i know, surprising for me, right? people who used to know me will probably be surprised. they probably thought i'd party all through college, barely passing. well, that's not what i have planned. i decided i want to make something of myself, and you know what? it's going to happen. i'm going to make it happen.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]i guess you could have said i was a bit of a heartbreaker. now, i'm a little bit more mellowed. i have the occasional one night stand, maybe a couple flings, but really, if i do anything it's relationships. i know, another shocker coming from the infamous carter marie sanders. get used to it. i'll surprise you at every corner.
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]my mom's name is natasha sanders, and she is currently in new york city. i dont have a good relationship with her, and i never have. my sister, who i lived with until i decided to come back to palm beach, i talk to every day through email or phone. my father, i hope he's rotting in hell.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]every character has a secret. whether it's one, two, or three. however many, put them here. maybe even explain why they keep it bottled up inside.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
tegan's life had slowly been falling all around her. she'd never been in such a state of unrest before, where she couldn't sleep an entire night through without vivid nightmares, where she couldn't seem to look people in the eyes because if she didn't they might find out her terrible secret. she'd been walking around, a shadow of herself, for the past two weeks. a smile hadn't graced her lips in what seemed like forever, a happy mood didn't seem to drift her way no matter how hard she tried. how could it, when the only thing she could think about was the horrible way some person had their way with her when she hadn't been conscious enough to stop it. she kept reliving the strange shadow world she'd been stuck in as that person removed her clothes, penetrated her and left her stuck with a feeling of nonremovable dirtiness. her sister had noticed something was wrong, but no matter how much she tried to get it out of tegan, the girl refused to give anything away. the people who really knew her saw just how badly whatever it was that was wrong with her was affecting her. she never smiled, never cracked a smart ass joke. she stayed in her room, went to school and came home with as little human contact as possible. the only person outside of her family that could even bring a glimmer of who she used to be to the surface was alexander wyatt.
he was the only person she let see her the past two weeks. he relentlessly questioned her for the reason why she was acting so strange, but how could she say it? how could she possibly come out and tell the person she loved the most that in one night, in the space of a couple hours, someone had come along and completely ruined her? tegan johnson couldn't really express how grateful she was that alexander wanted to help her. that he wanted to be in her life and he wanted to find out was wrong and do her best to help get her through it. but she couldn't let him. she couldn't tell him, and have his view on her change forever. she couldn't see how he could get past the fact that she was unclean now. that she wasn't worth his time. it wasn't like she had been before, but now she was even less worth it. alexander didn't have a clear view on himself. he was constantly cutting himself down, calling himself a screw up. in tegan's eyes, he was absolutely perfect. every single time she found herself staring into those beautiful chocolate eyes of his, she seemed to be able to forget her problems and just focus on him. on how every single little thing he called an imperfection created the perfect picture in her mind. tegan couldn't stand the idea of him thinking anything less of her, which was why she fought so hard to make sure he didn't find out what had happened. it would just blow over eventually, she told herself. after time, she would forget. but that wasn't the case. her nightmares grew more and more vivid, her sister often commented on her tired and unkempt appearance. alex hadn't mentioned much about it, but she knew he noticed, too. she just wished it would all go away. that she could just forget about it, that tegan could just take an eraser to her mind and erase all of the bad memories. but she couldn't. and now, he knew all about it... and his view on her hadn't changed... yet. tegan knew better than to hope this early on in the game.
alexander had been upset. he'd been more than just upset, actually. he'd been horribly angry. she could tell that he was more upset than he was letting on from the tenor of his messages over instant messenger, and she was worried about him. tegan didn't want him doing something rash on her account, and when she signed off of instant messenger to wait for him to make his way over to her now empty house, she could only count the minutes and seconds away anxiously. tegan paced up and down her room, knowing she needed to see him but anxious for when that time would come. what if he changed his mind? what if he suddenly thought that she wasn't worth his time, anymore? tegan had never been a girl who lacked confidence. she'd always known who she was and what she wanted. but now, this entire situation had thrown her into a tailspin. she didn't know anything, anymore. the only thing tegan had left to cling to was alexander, and the thought of him possibly leaving her left her shaking with the sudden fear that came tearing through her. tegan hated feeling fragile, but she knew that at this moment, she was more breakable than she'd ever been and she needed to be treated with care. tegan froze in her tracks when she heard the doorbell ring, and she took a deep breath, lids slipping shut over her dark eyes. finally, she started forward, her eyes opening as she walked into the hallway, only to find that alexander had already let himself in. her eyes met his, and with all the emotion she saw in them... it was too much for her to handle.
tegan never cried. in fact, in the entire time she had known alex, she didn't think she'd cried in front of him except for maybe once. well, now it was twice. his expression broke her completely, and her face crumpled as he started towards her, her arms reaching out and wrapping around his waist as her frame began to tremble as the tears came rushing forward, welling at her eyes and spilling over. all the pain she'd kept pressed down seemed to come to peak and involuntarily, a sob escaped her lips as she buried her face in his shirt. she clung to him with everything she had, his arms around her seemingly the only thing that was holding her down as the flood of emotion poured out of her. the desperation, pain, fear, sadness. it was all coming out in a rush, and it was overwhelming her. she didn't know how long she cried, but it must have been for a while began when she finally moved from her position, arms wrapped around him in a strangle hold, she felt stiff. she raised a hand to rub her eyes, glad she wasn't wearing any make up. her eyes slowly turned up to meet his, and she just stared at him for a long moment, "I'm sorry... I think I might have ruined your shirt..." she gave a weak smile, rubbing her eyes again as they turned downwards. it was then she caught sight of his red knuckles, and frown crossed her features. she reached down, taking his hand in hers, and gently raising it to her lips. she kissed each knuckle, before murmuring, "I told you punching a wall wouldn't help."
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!
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