Post by october on Jun 17, 2012 2:26:59 GMT
october juliet madley
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full name: october juliet madley
age: seventeen
year: seventh
birthday: april 16th
blood line: half blood
occupation: student
house: hufflepuff
alias: dakota
gender: female
rp sample:
I'M TRYING REAL HARD NOT TO SHAKE
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STATUS:[/b] finished WORD COUNT: 694[/color]
TAG:[/b] jace // CREDITS: yeah yeah whatever isn't yours[/color]
NOTES:[/b] i tear up just thinking of it // THIS TEMPLATE is by A CUPCAKE LOVER ![/color]
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Kit knew people. She wasn't someone who would just leave because she thought they were an asshole. Just because Jace had a hard exterior didn't mean that he couldn't actually be a normal human being on the inside, though she was starting to assume that it would be harder to break through his shell than a simple prod and poke here and there. Although, this meant good things, since it meant that he wasn't willing to open himself up to just anyone, it also meant that this would be hard for Kit to even talk to him a little bit. She was used to people who were nice and who knew that it was just common courtesy to be polite to everyone. He wasn't like any of them. He thought it was okay to just be rude and to think he was better than everyone else just because he could be. It wasn't something that Kit really wanted to deal with, but she was curious to see if there was a softer interior to this hard core that he had so far. "If you're called an asshole so much, don't you think it's time to change?" she asked. She knew her emotions were acting up due to her throat tightening, almost on the verge of tears. She wouldn't do that though, not in front of him. He'd only make fun of her. She took a silent deep breath and looked at him.
Jace. Majoring in physics and engineering. So maybe he was smart, but that didn't give him the right to flaunt it like he did. She thought about all her friends, not one of them in that field. Maybe it was just how those majors were. Every major had a stereotype, and she didn't know what the stereotype for people in that field was, but she hoped it wasn't what Jace was letting her believe it to be. She would never ever interact with someone in physics and engineering again if that was the case. "Liv. I'm a English education graudate," she said matter-of-factly. And the thought of her writings back home made her want to go tear them all apart. She didn't want him to ask why she didn't just go into writing a book then or some snarky comment like that. She might snap. She'd cry, she'd yell, and she'd tell him that he didn't know anything. She wasn't going to be like her mother. She wasn't going to travel the world with her husband and leave two children behind. No. She was going to be different. She was going to be there to see her kids grow up. And not higher a nanny for her first born and have her daughter take care of her second born.
When Kit heard him say that his parents weren't there, it made Kit feel like there was a connection between them. A wall that had been at least cracked in this man's hard exterior. Maybe she could break in, not that she particularly wanted to at this point. But somewhere way far down the line, maybe they could be better friends. "I know the feeling. I have a brother who I have to take care of. It's harder with his disability," she said thinking of Liam's smiling face when Kit came home from work or from school or even being out at nights. She usually never came home intoxicated, it wasn't really her thing. It was only ever an option when she had had a rough day, like today. Just an off day, nothing bad really happening, just something that apparently she needed to drink over. But Liam never cared. He would come hug his sister and tell her that she looked beautiful. Kit always teared up whenever he did. He was such a gentleman, and she hoped that he found love one day. But she knew that it was hard to believe that a woman would give up her life for someone with a mental disability. She could hope that someone could love him though, or hoped she could find someone who loved him enough to help Kit take care of him.
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