Post by bryleigh ripper. on Aug 17, 2009 22:41:55 GMT -5
BRYLEIGH ALISON RIPPER
eighteen , high school , outgoing
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yo, yo, yo! the name is maryssa and i'm living life as a female. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only sixteen. for two years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that steff is awesome
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[/size]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?
oh, i like easy! aha. jay kay. anyways. my full name is bryleigh alison ripper, but most people just call me bry, leigh, ryleigh, ali, al, alison, or anything they come up with. it's pretty bitchin' not gonna lie. my dad and i are extremely close, and he thinks that calling me 'bar' is awesome, so no one's really allowed to call me that. my first name comes from ... i think my mother's head honestly. my middle name came from my grandmother, and i rather like it. alison is a cute name. my mother's maiden name was harper, but thankfully she changed it when she married my dad. so yeah. it's nothing awesome or exciting. sorry to disappoint.
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]i was a planned child, i'm the only girl child in the family. my parents had four boys and then me. i was their last chance for a baby girl, as my mother only had two years to live. i was born on the beautifully warm day of july tenth. it was the anniversary of my grandparents' marriage, so that's pretty much the only interesting detail about the day. i was born in santorini, greece. but we only stayed there for a year and a half after i was born, as that was around the time my mother passed away and my father couldn't stay there anymore. add that to the fact that the rest of our family lived in new jersey and it was a tough time, well we moved here. fun stuff right?
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]uhm i'm gonna have to say men, i mean i'm open to dares and whatnot, but i like the men.
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]i like boys, food, reading, drawing, painting, laughing, smiling, shopping, shoes, clothes, purses, movies, secret love for disney, friends, the mall, fashion shows, video games, fantasy, 'magic', pastries, book shops, cafes, mountains, landscapes, photography, art galleries, museums, dogs, iguanas, cruises, reality tv, walking, concerts, plaid, sundresses, stuffed animals, chocolate, family, football games, baseball games, swimming, showers, flowers, and fields
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]i completely dislike being wrong, illness, bad hair, being scared, when people call me a slut, when my family is angry, hospitals, death, fear, the ocean, sharks, whales, frowning, things that smell weird, being unable to protect myself, being upset, people who can't have a conversation, rules, war, being bored, and not having money
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]my main goal would have to be to graduate from high school and college and open my own art gallery. i love art, and i want to showcase the best of the best. i mean obtaining a steady boyfriend is on my list, along with my attempt to not litter and possibly save the world from exploding. but really my main goal is to own an art gallery. i would also like to travel and visit greece again to learn more about my family and heritage. but that's a touch subject. next question.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]i'd like to say i'm a one man kind of girl but well, not many guys can handle me for that long. or they're just assholes. i'm not a huge slut, and i don't do one night stands much, or anything like that. the last relationship i was in lasted for three months, and then i found he out he cheated on me. so i'm currently single, and really i want a relationship. so i'm trying to change my ways of flings and such.
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]my father's name is matthew alan ripper, he's forty six and he's a tattoo artist. one of the best around in my opinion. my mother's name was jacqueline anna ripper, and she was the owner of her own bookstore and cafe. my step mom's name is lorelai leigh kinley-ripper, she's forty two and a hair stylist. i've got four older brothers, jackson tanner ripper, justin christopher ripper, harrison jason ripper, and aric robert ripper. we're all a year apart, so jackson is nineteen, justin is twenty, harrison is twenty one, and aric is twenty two. they've been protecting me since i was born. i've got a huge family, and we all get along really well. it's nothing scandalous. we hold football sundays at our house, baseball nights at my uncle's house, and events go in an orderly fashion from house to house. we're tight, and sure there are fights but it's bound to happen. we're loud, obnoxious, and have short tempers. i didn't get to know my mom but from what i know she was the peace keeper between the family members that lived in greece, who moved with us when i was one and a half. she was beautiful, from what i gather from pictures. and i've got her eyes and nose. i'm lucky, as the youngest and only girl child in our family i've got protection from everyone. they all try to keep me out of harms way, especially aric. we're the best of friends. us five children are the closest of close and we rarely fight, but aric was the one that i was the closest to. he took the time to describe mom to me, unlike the rest of the family. but i understand, it's protection and love. anyways, we're awesome.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]you better keep your lips sealed. i never share my secrets. the first would be that for a year, starting when i was fourteen, i was anorexic. it was the first time we had mentioned mom, and it was in revenge. but also because i hated myself. i kind of figured if i withered away no one would notice and everything would be okay. my dad realized something was wrong and well, i was sent to therapy for a solid year. i'm fine now, i'm overly skinny and am unable to gain weight. i'm only one hundred and twelve pounds. unhealthy but i eat all the time. i can't gain weight. it kind of sucks. uhm the second would be super scandalous if it got out so if you tell anyone, i swear i'll kill you. a year ago, in the summer, i was at a party. it was summer so i was partying and getting drunk a lot. i didn't intend on getting piss drunk, but it just happened. and before i knew it i was upstairs in an unknown house with a guy i'd never seen before in my entire life. at least i didn't think i knew him. that was where i blacked out, but the next thing i remember is waking up alone in a dark bedroom in so much pain. long story short, i was date raped. you know that date rape drug, yeah. that was it. but don't tell anyone. really i'm over it and happy. wow this is morbid.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
june jaycubs had been looking forward to halloween for fucking ever. cooper had promised her he would take her. the minute she got back she ran to see him. throughout her entire trip she had the slightest doubt in the far far back of her mind. she didn't acknowledge it, she was pretty sure she talked about it once when kate hadn't stopped june from getting slightly pissed. so she was kind of in control of her own thoughts and words, but not completely. kate later told june that she had babbled for a good half hour about how she didn't want cooper to find someone else, to leave her for someone taller and better looking. but after that one time, june put it out of her mind and laughed at it. nervously, yes, but she still laughed at it. the mere thought of cooper leaving her seemed ludicrous, why would cooper leave her after such a long time? when she got back she was even more reassured. cooper was so happy to see her. so happy that he already had a present for her. which brought june back to reality, to the truth and fact that cooper was spending way too much money. june figured that cooper would bring it up in due time, but that didn't happen. and june knew she would have to intervene soone nough. but not tonight, at least she hoped not tonight. halloween was after all one of her favorite holidays. a day she could dress up. it was the one holiday a girl could dress up and not be called a slut. though in her school, every day was a day for slut wear.
that fact didn't take away from her love of the holiday. but june accepted the fact that she did love cooper, though she wasn't sure if she was completely ready to say that outloud to him yet. she hadn't said it to anyone ever, if you don't include her father. she had on rare occasions told her mother that she loved her, but that was mere obligation, she did love her father. but that didn't count, not when you were in a relationship and had never been in one before. cooper was different from every other guy, he was the same as june in a sense. neither of them were really relationship people. this was new territory. and june and cooper were best friends before they started dating. really it was june, cooper, and kate. but june and cooper dating changed things. that wasn't the point though. cooper had said many times how much he didn't believe in love. which made it difficult for june to accept that fact that she might just love him, which made it even harder for her to accept the fact that he was digging a hole so deep that he would without a doubt need help being dug out. he had been buying june an excessive amount of presents for a couple of months before the summer. she was away all summer, so she had hopes that he wouldn't have much to spend money on. but the fact of the matter was that that was the farthest from the truth. june knew he would be spending money, burning his credit card and a hole in his pocket. she was prepared to help him though, whatever it took. because that's what best friends did, that's what cooper and june did for each other. she just hoped he wouldn't hate her afterwards.
june looked at her clock. cooper was five minutes late and she was still getting ready. she was already in her main outfit, but she was still in need of some more make up, she had only done the base coat so far. june went through a checklist in her head. checking off her hat, which was by the door, her thigh high orange and white striped socks and black pumps, which she was currently clanking around in. she had on her actual constume, and the straps that connected the skirt part of her dress and her socks. there was money in her bra, stashed away for her ticket ( which she had ultimately planned on paying for ), her phone was stuck in the top of her left sock but she had hoped that cooper would hold onto it for her. she chose to forego the brook, which had come with the costume when she had ordered it. she was so excited that she immediately ordered her costume when cooper promised her. she was in her bathroom, her eyeshadow finished and the last touch, her bright red lipstick that she knew cooper loved just as much if not more than she did, was being added when she heard a knock on her door. she yelled from her bathroom to hold on, smacked her lips together, and walked over to the door. she fixed the top of her dress, pulling it up a bit because her boobs were hanging out more than necessary, and put on her hat. her hair was pulled in two ponytails, her hair as straight as it always was, one ponytail sitting on each shoulder. she flung open the door, not too hard of course, and threw her hands in the air. tada! what do you think? she asked, hoping for an honest and hopefully positive response.
she waved cooper in as she headed towards the sheet-covered pile on her coffee table. she didn't have a roommate, so the side of the room that her roommate would be on was covered in her shit. but the 'living room' area was completely clean. except for the pile on the table. during her trip, june had traveled across europe. she had picked up a few souvenirs for each of her friends. but by far she had spent the most money on cooper. she had bought things for every other one of her friends, she had spent money on effy in greece and had bought things for bethan in paris. she had even gotten a couple little things for raquel and keely. when something reminded her of a friend, she got it. but she had designated certain destinations for each friend. italy had been cooper's spot. june was a closet romantic, and she thought that a gandola ride in venice seemed romantic. italy in general seemed like such a couple-y place to go. so she had bought more than a few things for cooper when she got there. she had dragged kate around vintage stores, into art stores and pretty much everywhere. she had all of her items shipped to her dorm, she wasn't going to carry them around with her. she knew that cooper would adore anything she got him, but she also knew that cooper was a true artist. so she had gotten him a framed picture of her favorite spot that they had gone to in italy. it was a rather well known fountain, one in many pictures. and it was a gorgeous shot of the fountain at night. she also had bought him a tiny figureine of the leaning tower of pisa which she thought was adorable. and she also knew that he had a collection of post cards. the one she got him was slightly vintage, and a shot of venice. and june had an idea in her head that they deserved a picture frame. she had bought two, one for her and one for him. she had bought a rose one for her and a wallace silver one for him. there was a particular picture of the two that she adored. she couldn't remember who had taken it of them, it was just a quick shot. neither of them looked their best, june's hair was a mess and not straight. she was in a pair of shorts and a comfy shirt. but she was sitting so her legs were slung over one of his, and her head was resting on his shoulder. they were just sitting on a bench, it was the end of the school year so it was sunny and warm. he had one of his arms around her back and the other just resting on her legs. it was adorable and couple-y and not an every day occurence. she had it developed and put one in each of the frames, along with a strip of one of those cheap photobooth photos. there were four in total on the strip, crazy faces, one of them kissing, another of them laughing. it was so like them she couldn't handle it.
june grabbed coopers hands and pulled him towards the pile. sitting behind this table was the last of his gifts. it wasn't huge, and it wasn't something you hang on your wall unless you're a fan. his full name was cooper elvis brooks, and she knew that he loved elvis. so she had found in one of the stores a collectors item of elvis's platinum record "don't be cruel". so i know that you don't always love to be doated on. but i was on a trip, and i wanted to buy you things so it would feel like you were at least partly there with me. because i really wanted you to come with me, at least to italy because i think it would have been fun and yeah. i'm sure you can guess why i got you most of it. this was my favorite place in italy, it was gorgeous. so yeah. tada! she stood there next to him. waiting for his reaction was unnerving and not something she wanted to wait too long for. but she wanted him to register all of it before saying anything.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!
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