Post by parkercollins on Sept 18, 2012 20:37:05 GMT
PARKER AYLIN COLLINS !
'oh, tell me it's nothing /
try to convince me.'
'oh, tell me it's nothing /
try to convince me.'
HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?
"Oh, well, hi there. Um, my name is Parker Aylin Collins, but you can just call me Parker. My mom was expecting a boy when she had me, but I turned out to be another baby girl. Hence the masculine first name. I'm currently nineteen years old, the youngest child of four. ...Am I human? Now what kind of question is that? Of course I'm human!
"...Let's see, what else? Oh, do I have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Well, I like guys, so a girlfriend wouldn't be the proper title, but nope! I'm totally single at the moment! Is that everything?"
SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
"I'm gorgeous? Aww. Tell that little birdy that I'm flattered. Well, let's see. I'm about five-foot-seven, with short blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. My weight? Now, is that really necessary? Well, okay. I'm about 125 pounds... But I'm hoping to gain muscle mass, promise. I come from a lightweight family. Um, what else. Oh, I've got some freckles, but you really can't see them all that much. And my skin is a little pale, but that's probably from my lack of sunlight, y'know? I'm usually holed up inside.
"Oh, you like my outfit? Aw, thanks. I tend to dress in whatever's comfortable, y'know? Jeans, t-shirts, sneakers. My friends sometimes tell me that I dress like the stereotypical starving artist, but I'm not entirely sure if that's true. If anything, I can look like a skate kid sometimes. But I also like to dress up on occasion."
I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!
"Well. You're something else, aren't you? Ha ha! Well. Let's see. Um, I like art and fashion design. Probably a good thing I'm an art student, huh? I love color, but black and white is fun, too! Especially with photography. That's a fun medium, huh?
"Oh, I'm getting off-topic, aren't I? Right. What do I like. Um, I told you I like art, fashion design, colors... Oh, I love music, too! My favorite genre is American rock. Like you know the band 30 Seconds to Mars? Yeah, they are simply amazing. Oh, right, Parker. Get back to the subject at hand. Um, you want another one of my interests? Hmm.....I suppose another thing would be that I really like being with my friends. I know that I could always trust them, and that they're always there for me.
"What are some things I don't like? Oh, that's easy. I don't like mayonnaise, but really. Who would? It's greasy and ucky and just no. Uh, I also don't like obnoxiously rude people. I mean, it's one thing to be obnoxious but in a good way, but to be rude and obnoxious? C'mon, seriously. It's like they don't even care that they're being completely mean.
"Okay, I guess this is the time to get deep, huh? I don't like when people lie to me. I'd rather have someone be completely straight with me. Like, brutally honest. It's like, c'mon. I'm a big girl. I can handle the truth, y'know? That's three things. Two more, you say? Well, I don't like infidelity. Oh, you know, when someone cheats on their significant other and whatnot. And for that same reason, I don't like my father. But we're not going to get into that right now. Maybe later.
"Some strengths and weaknesses? Well, okay. I think one of my weaknesses would actually be my strength, ha ha. A total oxymoron, I know, but I seriously have like, no strength at all. I'm a total wuss when it comes to picking up heavy things or any physical activity. But I'm working on that. Um, another weakness I would have is probably bridal and wedding shows. I'm sorry, but if 'My Fair Wedding with David Tutera' comes on the television, I'll totally either ignore you or kick you out. No one can get between me and my happy endings. I mean, even Bridezillas is fun to watch!
"I guess another weakness would be my family. Which isn't a bad thing, depending on how you look at it. Or who we're talking about in regards to my family. Like, I'd do anything for my sisters. I love them so much. But I don't like talking about my father. So you see how the weakness goes a lot of ways?
"Okay, time for some strengths! Besides my physical strength, which I already told you I lack in, I would say that my greatest strengths would have to be my intelligence, my determination, and my creativity. I'm not bragging, though. Don't get me wrong. I'm positive that there are smarter people out there, people who are definitely more determined, and more creative peeps than me. But those are what I find to be my strongest attributes, and that's what I believe.
"Now you want to know my habits? Wow, I feel like I'm being interrogated, ha ha! Well, I tend to talk a lot, as you might have guessed. When I'm deep in thought, I tend to twirl my hair around my finger. But it's usually when I'm seriously thinking. I don't do it when I'm talking. Um, one more? Okay, let's see... I say 'like' a lot. Is that a habit? Can that be considered a habit? Yeah? Okay. Great.
"What am I afraid of? On a serious note, I'm afraid of being like everyone else. I don't want to blend in with the crowd and conform. I want to be different from the other people in the world, even if it means that I have to be weird to do it. Another thing I'm scared of -- and we're still on a serious note, by the way -- is that my dad will come back into my life and try to be the 'father he never was'. Ugh. I don't even want to think about what would happen if he did.
"Okay, next thing. A secret, and a desire? Well, my secret would probably be that I had a crush on my algebra teacher in high school. Yeah, I know. Really deep, huh?
"My greatest desire, though, is just to be known. Like, not known as in 'Oh, hey, that's Parker.' No, I mean like, known. People all over the world would know who I am because of my art or my photography or my fashion designs. Something worthwhile.
"Overall personality? I guess you could say I'm a happy girl who just wants to be doing her own thing. I don't like to conform, but I still want the same thing that everyone else seems to want. I'm an independent young woman, as my mom would say. I suppose that's all."
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!
"You know, you ask a lot of questions. But alright. I guess I can tell you a little more about my past.
"I'm the youngest of four girls, raised by a single mom since I was thirteen. You want to know more about my mom? Well, she's awesome. Once I was graduated, though, she moved out and left me and my sisters the house. Now Mom's backpacking across Europe -- her gift to herself for doing a great job raising us.
"Oh, yeah, I've got three sisters. Amanda and Miranda are twins, and they're both twenty-seven. Then there's Felicity, and she's twenty-three. Felicity was always the middle child, because Miranda and Amanda act like the same person half the time. Right now, the twins are in Chicago, working on their master degrees. Felicity is here in Manuka with me, and we're rooming together at the house we grew up in.
"You want to hear about my dad? Really? Well, I guess I can tell you a little about him. He and my mom got divorced when I was thirteen, because he was cheating on my mom with a girl who was like, the age I am now. It was sort of gross, to be honest. Even worse was that she was one of the twins' friends. You can tell that that friendship didn't last. But yeah. Daddy dearest moved out after that, to New Jersey or something. I haven't spoken to him since, and I don't plan on speaking to him again.
"The rest of my past is pretty basic. I'm a local here at Manuka, born and raised from the start. Well, raised, at least. I was born in New Jersey, but we moved here when I was like, two months old. Mom and Dad thought it'd be better for us around here. When I was seven, I found out that I really liked art class better than the other stuff they teach you in second grade, so my parents signed me up for some art classes that weren't in school. And I took off! Ha ha. But really. I discovered my love for art at a young age, you could say.
"Have I ever seen anything peculiar around town? Well, what do you mean by peculiar? Supernatural creatures? Ha ha. Unless you mean the show Supernatural, I've never seen anything like that. That's all just a bunch of fiction. You know, fairy tales. Stuff like that doesn't exist."
AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?
"this be the wonderous cici-slash-hollyn! (yeah, cici be the alias, hollyn be the real name, yo.) :D i be nearly nineteen years old, an avid role player, a newly employed girly, a complete liam payne fan, and a totally awesome person in all! i live in eastern standard time zone, a little inland but closer to the coast than a lot of other people on this side of the country, right up here in maine! but i'm a jersey girl at heart, don't get me wrong. um. what else. oh, yeah! don't judge me for my role play sample. i'm recycling."
"Adam Henry. Devoted friend, loving son, selfless hero."
That was the epitaph written on the gravemarker in the town's sole cementary, as the funeral for the late police officer took place. Four friends were gathered around the partially empty grave, the coffin already lowered down into the ground, waiting for the final good-byes. Each held a handful of dirt that they were to toss into the hole, one by one, as they were the closest with Adam during his life.
An all-American boy-next-door kind of guy, Adam had died tragically at a young age of twenty-two. Killed by a fatal bullet to the heart in the line of duty during an open fire, a hostage situation in the next town over that had called for back-up. He'd just gotten his badge only six months before, and the town was devestated for Adam that he'd never be able to live his life to the fullest. At least his friends had shown up for the funeral, many had murmured.
Alexandria Ophelia Jenkins, not just a friend but family to Adam, was one of the four surrounding the open grave. Dressed simply in a black dress, her hair pulled up, stared down at the casket in the ground with a blank expression. She'd returned to the town two days before in time for Adam's funeral, after hearing a week beforehand that her cousin had been shot and passed away. The blonde hadn't actually been back in five years, ever since she'd left the day after graduation. Never looked back, even once, to see if she'd miss anything. Or anyone.
The now twenty-one-year-old had gone to New York on full scholarship to NYU, studying photography and film production. She was graduating in a couple months, with honors, and was planning on attending graduate school in the same field of study. Everyone at NYU had seemed to accept her, unlike the people back here in Green Valley, South Dakota. Back when she had moved there, just before ninth grade, everyone had whispered.
Back then, her platinum hair had streaks of purple and pink. Her make-up usually consisted of heavy black eyeliner, her nails were often painted black, and she was known as the rebellious teen who didn't follow the rules. Granted, no one had really known Allie's history, and she hadn't cared enough about them to tell all. Adam had been the only person she knew in the entire school, besides her twin brother Thomas, and even then he'd been the only nice one there at first. She had joined his group of friends at the beginning of high school, making their quartet a band of five.
Kade Nathaniel Harris stood at the graveside as well, a solemn look on his face as he stared at the ground below his feet rather than what lay inside the ground. He'd known Adam since they were in grade school, as well as the others except for Allie. Fifteen years of friendship, now lying in the ground. The twenty-three-year-old gave a sigh as he carefully dropped his handful of dirt into the hole, pausing momentarily to gather his wits and words.
"Adam was like my brother, and my best friend. The day I never think about him again will be the day after I die myself."
Kade had gone to the University of Arizona, going on to be a competitive swimming champion as he studied English literature. As a teen, he'd been the jock of their group, the one who always had practices and swim meets. Adam had never missed a single meet during their high school years, always saying that if one of his best friends was going to be competing, he wanted to be there to say he saw them win.
Now, Kade turned away from the grave, running his clean hand through his light brown hair and giving another deep sigh. It was bad enough that Adam had died in the line of duty and they'd had to see his body. But now, he felt like they were being made into spectacles, all because they had known him best growing up. Adam wouldn't have wanted his friends to be embarrassed.
And yet there they stood.
That was the epitaph written on the gravemarker in the town's sole cementary, as the funeral for the late police officer took place. Four friends were gathered around the partially empty grave, the coffin already lowered down into the ground, waiting for the final good-byes. Each held a handful of dirt that they were to toss into the hole, one by one, as they were the closest with Adam during his life.
An all-American boy-next-door kind of guy, Adam had died tragically at a young age of twenty-two. Killed by a fatal bullet to the heart in the line of duty during an open fire, a hostage situation in the next town over that had called for back-up. He'd just gotten his badge only six months before, and the town was devestated for Adam that he'd never be able to live his life to the fullest. At least his friends had shown up for the funeral, many had murmured.
Alexandria Ophelia Jenkins, not just a friend but family to Adam, was one of the four surrounding the open grave. Dressed simply in a black dress, her hair pulled up, stared down at the casket in the ground with a blank expression. She'd returned to the town two days before in time for Adam's funeral, after hearing a week beforehand that her cousin had been shot and passed away. The blonde hadn't actually been back in five years, ever since she'd left the day after graduation. Never looked back, even once, to see if she'd miss anything. Or anyone.
The now twenty-one-year-old had gone to New York on full scholarship to NYU, studying photography and film production. She was graduating in a couple months, with honors, and was planning on attending graduate school in the same field of study. Everyone at NYU had seemed to accept her, unlike the people back here in Green Valley, South Dakota. Back when she had moved there, just before ninth grade, everyone had whispered.
Back then, her platinum hair had streaks of purple and pink. Her make-up usually consisted of heavy black eyeliner, her nails were often painted black, and she was known as the rebellious teen who didn't follow the rules. Granted, no one had really known Allie's history, and she hadn't cared enough about them to tell all. Adam had been the only person she knew in the entire school, besides her twin brother Thomas, and even then he'd been the only nice one there at first. She had joined his group of friends at the beginning of high school, making their quartet a band of five.
Kade Nathaniel Harris stood at the graveside as well, a solemn look on his face as he stared at the ground below his feet rather than what lay inside the ground. He'd known Adam since they were in grade school, as well as the others except for Allie. Fifteen years of friendship, now lying in the ground. The twenty-three-year-old gave a sigh as he carefully dropped his handful of dirt into the hole, pausing momentarily to gather his wits and words.
"Adam was like my brother, and my best friend. The day I never think about him again will be the day after I die myself."
Kade had gone to the University of Arizona, going on to be a competitive swimming champion as he studied English literature. As a teen, he'd been the jock of their group, the one who always had practices and swim meets. Adam had never missed a single meet during their high school years, always saying that if one of his best friends was going to be competing, he wanted to be there to say he saw them win.
Now, Kade turned away from the grave, running his clean hand through his light brown hair and giving another deep sigh. It was bad enough that Adam had died in the line of duty and they'd had to see his body. But now, he felt like they were being made into spectacles, all because they had known him best growing up. Adam wouldn't have wanted his friends to be embarrassed.
And yet there they stood.
