Post by obrien on Feb 28, 2010 11:51:24 GMT -5
- - - - - cassandra jacoby o'brien.
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WELCOME TO SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. FIRST, WE NEED TO GET TO KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOU. TELL US YOUR NAME, NICKNAMES, AGE, JOB, ETC.
" well my parents named me cassandra jacoby o'brien, apparently my middle name is my fathers and he convinced my mother i needed a non-gender locked middle name. i go by cassie most of the time or even cj if you are close to me like family or a really good friend. currently seventeen years old and my birthday falls on june fifteenth which was back in nineteen ninty two and i was early so my father considers me to be an early birthday present cause his birthday is five days after that. "
NOW TELL US ABOUT YOUR LIKES, DISLIKES, AND JUST YOUR PERSONALITY IN GENERAL. WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? BE DESCRIPTIVE SO WE CAN GET TO KNOW THE REAL YOU.
" i enjoy my family, singing, dancing, school, good grades, friends, texting, shopping, swimming, styling hair, drawing randomly, karoke singing, sugary products, her doctor, sleep, feeling good, watching tv, buying movies, getting clothes, taking pictures, blasting music, hello kitty, chocolate, rain.
i don't enjoy school, bad grades, bad days, sympathy, disgracing people, sounding horrible, pessimistism, sympathy, pity, getting dirty, movies not working, camera breaking, people lying, boys pretending, girls faking, snobs at school, hospitals, needles, sight of blood, thought of surgeries, getting hurt, bruising up, waking up her eyes itch badly, allergic reactions.
to be quite honest, i'm more of an observant person, i may observe from a distance and if i think your a certain type i will judge you until you change my mind which could be awhile. i am extremely hard headed and stubborn also which happens to be the same thing most of the time but at times i'll refuse to see the bigger picture when it's right in front of me. i'm creative with everything, from clothing to colors, to just about anything that involves creativity. i am also a bit on the temper mental side of things because from the get go i've been watching things go down the drain for others so i am quite careful. she writes songs, sometimes i'll play the chords on a guitar to make sure they sound right but rarely would i ever show even the closest person to me. none of my close friends even if your lucky to be one know about my passion for singing, guitar playing and song writing. my temper is extremely short, i'll stress easy and probably take arguments to far most of the time. when it comes to be honest, and wanting an honest opinion i would probably be your first option to go to for the most part because i may not be exactly the most cautious person to anyone's feelings. my independence is mainly because i've taken care of herself three quarters of my life because of the many foster homes. i am known to be extremely cautious when it comes to getting to close so even if your close to me, your not as close as i might let you be when it gets more trusting in my opinion. "
LET'S DIVE INTO YOUR HISTORY. NOTHING IS TOO PERSONAL. TELL US ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE FROM AND HOW YOU ENDED UP IN THE LAND DOWN UNDER.
" being born to madison and jacoby o'brien, immediately handed over to childrens aid services due to parental neglience causing low birth wieght and more. my foster home at one years old, the man i called my father started beating me when i turned 2, it was continued onward, at four years old the older boy scott began verbally assaulting me. trying to speak up got me a severe beating, my foster mother lied to protect scott and her husband and avoid her own beating. at six years old my foster brother forced her into having intercourse taking something precious and causing severe trauma. at seven years old i ran away and was picked up by the cops, they had me checked out and taken out of the foster home. being placed into a group home, the group home mother promised i would be fine, turning nine years old the group home father began touching me and saying it was how parents loved their children. i knew different and ran away again. found in the school by cops around midnight in fifth grade again placed with a single woman working in a nursing home. no men around to worry me and cause me to fear. at sixteen single woman that raised me for 6 years died unfortunately and i was contacted by the adoption agency saying my birth mother wanted contact, i accepted and moved close by. shortly after i moved in with my birth mother after she told me that my father had left a month before and i hope to meet him someday. i do know i have a twin sister, she was taken from my mother also. basically i was born here in sydney, but my mother when she lost me they put me in melbourne, australia."
you can call me corinna. i'm spinning twenty tracks on my record and i hang out in the eastern timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using miley cyrus's face, she falls into the dirty jocks just in case you're looking for me, i also play none other. did you hear about the word? ADMIN is the word. k, let's do this.
bringing herself out of a dead sleep brielle woke up yet again with another startle to her morning. for the last couple of days the twenty year old had been having these where incentives that somebody was running after her trying to hurt her. it scared the hell out of her and she was awake for permanent this morning once more. shoving the covers off her body down to the end of the bed she crawled out of bed and walked into her bathroom a mere five steps away. turning on the sink taps she brushed her teeth and washed up her face before running a brush through the blonde locks on her head. leaving the bathroom she grabbed a solemnly great outfit from her closet and switched from pajamas to black jeans and her striped black and white shirt. grabbing her cell phone and car keys she decided to get a start on her day which included her plan of christmas shopping. exiting the bedroom she walked down the hall finding her friend in the kitchen and smiling, hey im going out, do you want me to pick up anything? her friend stated no and brielle was heading out.
exiting the apartment she headed down the hall and pressed the button to the elevator. stepping inside seconds later she was down in the lobby in even less time and walking out of the building. glancing around the street she went out back and got into her SUV with a smile on her face as she buckled and turned on the radio. backing out she turned left and headed for macy's. today she had to pick up something for her friend, her parents and possibly her little sisters. macy's being her first stop meaning her friend was first on the list. the two had been room mates in the apartment for awhile now and she needed to show her appreciation to the female. arriving she got out and headed inside the building and climbed onto escalator after escalator to get to the very top level. getting up there she headed down the corridor and over near the coats. she had heard something about her friend needing a coat and thought oh what the hell right. sifting through the coats she smiled spotting a couple and continued looking. at the sound of a male voice she stopped dead in her tracks.
bringing her gaze away from the coats at the sound of 'elle' down the aisle from her she glanced up. spotting who said it she could of died of sheer shock. the boy she had not seen in so long and he was right in front of her. why was he there and how the hell did he know just where to find her to be precise. j..jordan ? she questioned her voice carefully before spitting out his name. grabbing the coat she knew her friend would like she stepped from the jackets which brought her closer to the male in front of her. what brings you here? she added curiously.
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