LYONS, piper ann

[piper]

PIPER ANN LYONS !?

'just staying where you are, there's nothing you can do if you're too scared to try.'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"okay, basics. um... my name is piper. piper ann lyons, if you want to get technical. i just turned twenty last month, and i'm a heterosexual, neutral human female. wow. that was a mouthful."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"people always tell me i look a lot like emma watson (PB), and i guess it's true. my hair is this sort of honey-brown-ish color, and pretty wavy. it ends a little past my shoulders, but i've been known to cut it short enough so that it stops right at my ears. my eyes are brown, and round. how plain and boring.
as for my body, i consider myself pretty average. i'm about five feet and two inches tall, and weigh around one hundred and thirty seven pounds (or so the doctor told me on my last visit). i'm slim, and wouldn't mind gaining a few pounds,
i really love my dresses, and have a total girly girl style. pink and floral is my thing, and while i do try to get by with the all natural look, you might catch me now and then with heavy make up or wild accessories, just to snatch up some attention."

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"alright then... well, let's start off pretty simple. i love for pasta, coffee, and good books. i mean, i could sit in a bistro all day with an e-reader and be perfectly content. i couldn't live without cats, and have to have flowers in my house no matter what the season.
then again, there are some things that i really can't stand. i hate apartment living, because it drives me nuts hearing dogs barking at night. i'm really not into sports, and there's no way you could drag me out to a wrestling match, even if my life depended on it. i'm also really leery of guys that are really into themselves. the cocky type isn't my thing.
i'm an excellent listener, which i guess is part of me being such a great writer. i really take everything in and have a great sense of self awareness, which helps me when i decide to record my thoughts.
sometimes, that comes at a cost, though. i have a really hard time being honest with people and tend not to tell the truth if it'll avoid conflict. it's just really difficult for me to break bad news to someone, especially if i know it'll hurt our relationship.
if there's anything in life that terrifies me, it's the dark. there are so many things out there that you just can't see! i still sleep with a night light. on a more realistic note, however, i'm really afraid to meet my mom. i have a lot of things that i haven't got to say to her, and i'm afraid we'll be too much alike.
even though no one in my family knows it, i smoke. not a lot, maybe while i'm thinking about a new story line or drinking some, but i could never set that kind of example for my siblings.
i'm really romantic. i've avoided guys for the last century it feels like, just beacuse it feels like they're all missing something. my family thinks i'm going to be alone forever, but i'm just waiting for someone right.
so, to really sum it all up, i'm the typical struggling writer. people tell me i'm kind of introverted, but actually really sweet and compassionate once given the opprotunity to open up to. i enjoy the simple things in life and dream of starting a family one day... when the money is right."

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"well, i wouldn't call it interesting... growing up, my mother was never around, so i don't really know a lot about her. it was my dad who raised me and my two brothers, which kind of explains why i turned out so girly. he was constantly pressing to make sure i didn't turn into a tom boy. my grandpa marty lived with us while we were growing up to stablizing the income.

i grew up in a middle class family. money was tight because my twin brothers are only two years older than me, but that made school really easy for me. i always had help on the school work and someone to sit with at lunch. even though i wasn't too into the football scene or testing drugs under the bleachers, we were always really close.

when they moved off to college, i felt like the house was really loney. i started writing then, i guess when i was sixteen or so. i published my first poem my senior year in high school in a collection of books, and despite all odds, things really took off. now, i'm twenty, and currently struggling with a day-to-day kind of lifestyle. i supplement my income by doing small comics for the paper, but all i really want to do is publish my novel and get my big break. i mean, i've been working on this thing for years!

right now, i'm living in an apartment with my lovely fat cat, thompson. he's been with me for the year that i've lived along in manuka, and is currently my only room mate. if money doesn't start picking up pretty fast, that's going to have to change!"

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"erm, hi. i'm kyndall. i go by piper on site and in the c-box. c: i'm sixteen, though graduated and working. i have no other characters here, yet. <3 i'm in the eastern time zone of the united states. i'm entirely unsure of how i found the site. erm... random fact time! i had knee surgery two weeks ago, and am due for hip surgery in a following three weeks? i'm the bionic woman! c:<"

Cycling through the rack one last time, Gavin began to wonder to himself why someone would need the same shirt in twelve different shades of purple. While he considered himself semi fashion conscious, he found it increasingly difficult to decipher the mystery of the contemporary teenage wardrobe. Each day in class, he looked at his peers and wondered why the eighties were making their comeback... As it certainly wasn't an attractive fad. From glossy wooden hangers, striped tank tops hung. Deciding that his pale skin was better not left to bear the full grunt of the sun, Gavin slipped it back. A pale set of pursed lips gave way only to a sigh.

The weather in Underwood Beach was much different than that of his hometown of Boise. Gavin was left completely unprepared when his father picked up what was still together of their small family and moved them to the East coast. Now, farm boots weren't acceptable. The thought crossing his mind, the young man retrieved a pair of brown flip-flops from a rack on the wall and examined them, deciding that they'd work without trying them on.

An hour and a half passed, and while several other shoppers in the surf-themed store had already purchased their items and left, Gavin was sitting on a bench inside of the fitting room lobby, looking over his finds. A black tee shirt, a folded pair of jeans, and the flip-flops sat on his lap, all neatly folded and yet to be tried on. This was more difficult on his own... Normally, when clothes were needed, his mother just... Got them. This certainly wasn't where she shopped.

Underwood Beach was becoming more difficult with every task. Putting his thoughts of clothes aside, Gavin debated on just returning home and saving the money he'd been given for something later... But was reminded that, there, in the new cramped house, only his father and younger sister waited for him. And Grandpa Marty. This idea was hard to comprehend, as the four of them were sharing a three bedroom house. He and his grandfather were sharing a room... Which meant that the home would offer no more sanctuary than the empty dressing rooms in the shopping center. At least he could have one of those all to himself.

Two hours into the trip, and having made no more progress than the three items before, Gavin wandered through the clothes carelessly. His eyes were glued to his phone, serpentine pattern-ing his way through the store towards the front. Three items for purchase after his endless searching for a new wardrobe. Semi-success.

"I need a fucking fashion advisor. And a cig." He muttered to his phone as he walked.

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