Post by kris on Feb 28, 2010 12:21:21 GMT -5
- - - - - sawyer peyton braxton.
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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 then HI and thanks. so i guess we could start from the beginning cause, well, its just the right place to start? so, i'm sawyer peyton braxton. yeah, i know. i have all boys names. but hey, my parents wanted a boy. but anyway i don't get many nicknames. no one really calls me "pey" or whatever like some people go by their middle name. no one knows my name. so saw, at sometimes if people get lazy. and by the way, s-a-w is pronounce like SOY. so yeah its kinda weird, but still i am a girl despite by male name. i was born on april fool day, yup you guessed it, april first. of course, my birth wasn't a joke, but sometimes my family thinks i am. i'm twenty years old and i guess you could say i'm just fun loving and nuts. but anyway. i don't work. i'm just kinda around. i live off my parents like a fucking parasite all the time. but trust me i kinda try to get a job, it just doesn't work out."
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.
" jesus christ, thats alot of stuff your asking for...but i guess i have to... so i guess i'll tell you a bit about myself? i believe i'm a really fun and outgoing person. i love to laugh and be myself. i'm definitely one for spontaneous and spontaneously done things. i could probably talk and talk for hours and hours on end. but usually i try and stop myself before i go nuts. or i just tell people to tell me to shut the fuck up. some might call me a "hopeless romantic". but that's only because i believe that everyone has someone out there for him. being called alot of names in and through out school i'm good with names and with standing up for myself and my loved ones. i stick with my group of friends but i also love to spread my horizons and give the love to everyone. i'm the typical skater i guess you could say. i skateboard, i snowboard. of course i rather my shortboard over my longboard. some thing that all skateboarders are the typical pot head, but i tell you, i'm not one of 'em. sure, i've tried it, but its not my thing. i make weird noises, wonder what it would be like to have toung spasms, listen to the best music in my opinion, talk loud, ask weird questions, am practically like a kid in a playground when i go to the halfpipe. i'm your typical skater minus the stereotypical pothead high high high attitude.
"and so we move on! i'll just list things that i like, cause we could probably be here all day with explaining why and whatnot so away we go!: disney movies, snowboarding, skateboarding, music, guitar, piano, reading, weird noises, laughs, fun, food, games, hanging out, shredding on the beach, summer, spring, harry potter movies, sunsets, going on the computer, ice cream, sugar, making out, sports, colors, the fact that she can get away with many things, watching football, being a tomboy, reading, rain, thunderstorms, soft blankets, making bracelets, making walets out of duct tape, being crafty, reading magazines, being praised, playing with cameras, red bull, energy drinks, singing, chatting with friends, gossip girl, twilight zone, writing songs, playing with new songs on her guitar, acting weird, letting loose, dancing, watching movies, cool air, air conditioning in the summer, swimming, chocolate, cheese, mac'n'cheese, ipod, computer time, staying up late, sleeping in, cuddeling, driving fast, being a smart ass at times, knowing things, the tv show chowder, the movie transformers, the movie riskey business, christmas songs, listening to songs out-of-season, my hair, hair in general, make up, fish, bunnies, collections, posters, painting, artistic things, reading books, doodleing hearts, circles, squares, triangles, romance novels, cheesey romances, hearing 'i love you', having that protective wall from being hurt, going to starbucks, waisting my money on cds, new shoes, new clothes, shopping, IVORY, the beatles, bob marley, bob dylan, johnny cash, alternative music, hard music, good beats, heavy bass, skinny jeans, band t-shirts, sneakers, knowing things, water, sonic, camping, OH AND competition. and then i'm done with that part.
dislikes aren't different, there's quite a list of them. so listing: cherries.santa clause. bunny rabbit. anyone wearing a costume. when serious things are treated as a joke. being called crude things. rumors. diet things. apple skins. ungrounded celebrities. ass holes. people who let fame go to their head. drunk drivers. jelly beans. peanuts. pb& j sandwitches. green gummy bears. sweedish fish. getting older. not knowing something that involvs myself. stupidity. being left out. liars. crack heads. skin heads. my stuttering. being made fun of. crazies. commercials that play over and over. the fact that mtv isn't music tv anymore. cheaters. disrespect. drugs. cigarettes. red meat. writer's block. math. lack of creativity in a person. flashy and showy clothing. sluts. bastards. bitches. judgemental people. most of my family. baggy clothing. the star wars clone wars tv show. how rumers spread. everyone knows everything. how its hard to keep a secret. those boys that want your body and not your love. commitment. being told what to do. bossyness. crying. starbursts. going to sleep early. expencive things.
so i guess we'll wrap this up. sorry, but no secrets for you. i just can't stand them getting out or something. i mean seriously. how can i trust YOU? i don't know YOU?! so i guess i'll finish with what i'm planning in the next five years. well, nothing. i plan to live my life. maybe eventually buckle down and start something. and to tell you the truth i'm not afraid of many things.accept i am afraid of rejection and possibly the idea of love itself, but i would never. but i think that's pretty much it. right now i feel seriously conceded from talking about myself so much."
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.
" so about a score and 10 years ago my parents had met. thirty years to this date. college was their calling. both very booky, their names: alexis williams and garrett braxton. one english, the other irish. they weren't sweethearts or anything like that, actually, they were just best friends from the beginning. neither of them thought they would end up in love with kids. now, there's not really a fancy story behind this of true love and how they were kids. they were best friends from freshmen year in college in america. married shortly after both graduated, they knew they were going to make it out of this world together. two years after their wedding they learned pregnancy was with them and they were due to have their first child. at that time they were in the process of moving to sydney, australia because of garrett's job. and once they moved to the city down under they recieved their first baby. my big brother. and to skip forward a little bit there was another baby a year after him which was a boy and another after that which was a boy. three boys as kids, all very loud and rambunctious who were always hyper and off the walls. and then came me. little sawyer peyton. full with boys names and just young and in a house of boys. though the years i was taut by my brothers to, fight, stay tough, and one of the most important things, to skateboard and to snowboard. the one thing they gave me was that shortboard and taut me. when i was younger i used to go so fast on my board that eventually my mother put us all on snowboards in the winter to slow us down, but hell did she know that it just made us want to go faster. by the time i was six there was seven of us, and that was the end. and out of all seven of us there wer two girls. one being me, the tomboy who loved skating and just loving life in the mud, and her, the girlie girl, i have to wear make up all the time or i'm ugly. we were complete opposites. so to wrap this all up. i'm now twenty-year-old in a five-year-old's body. i'm the most childish and immature person one might ever meet, but i do it all for the love of hearing people laugh. no drugs in my system because landing a trick is just a high on its own. parties and friends are my game and life is my bitch. and lastly, i'm living by the second, not thinking ahead of the consequences. i'm your average, everyday..... spontaneous girl."
you can call me kris. i'm spinning LOTS tracks on my record and i hang out in the est timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using cassadee pope's face, she falls into the skater dudes just in case you're looking for me, i also play no one (YET). did you hear about the word? ADMIN is the word. k, let's do this.
it was one of those days that topher really reserved for himself. he did absolutely nothing but sit around. sure, he had quite a few of these. and they were often. but today, was less then the usual party. the usual fuck. for once. christopher russo was being sober. and probably because his mother was nagging him to quit his shit. honestly, under normal circumstances, he could give a shit less what she had said. but he did have to take care of hunter. he knew that was his job. but it was days like this that he needed a break. all week the kid has been going around throwing things. hissy fits and just being a little devil child. toph doesn't do violence or being hit, so he usually went with time outs and having to go to robby's house for the night. and post people did know that robby was a little buts some times, een topher did. but toph would trust robby with anything, and when it came to helping raise hunt, rob was always scaring the shit out of the young boy. that morning toph dropped hunter off at roberto's for the day which left him the day to himself.
on these days often topher did absolutely nothing but sit around. but maybe running around to get groceries and stuff would be a good enough idea. he did so. went out. the day was uneventful. of course until it turned eight o'clock. this fucking sober thing was getting old quick and really topher was getting sick of it. he needed out for just a little while. sure he was engaged to vanity, but he didn't care. he didn't love her. well for all he knew. he wasn't the marrying type. he was barely the boyfriend type. he was more of the drunken sex meaningless, no strings kind of boy. he wasn't into the stress and commitment that came along with having a girlfriend. with being with a girl for more then a night. it was a big transition. but she did say that she didn't love him. she did say that she didn't care what he did. so why the fuck now. party time for christopher. possibly one drink, but never enough to get drunk. no matter how much he wanted. he needed to drive home. his designated driver was watching his son.
he got to the usual club. old friends he met up with. they all welcomed him with the old "HEY TOPH!" and a pat on the back and a shot or whatever. they hung out for a while. at one point in time topher felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. he left it go. it was probably katarina calling him over some retarded problem that she needed help with. don't get topher wrong, he loved his little sister, but c'mon did he really want to help her out with her problems all the time. NO. toph wasn't drunk by the time he got out. he had a shot and easily had a beer or two. but that was nothing to him. usually beer wasn't something he liked, it was better then nothing though. he checked his phone. vanity the name lit up when he pressed the only button on his iphone. he lissened to her message and wished that he had picked it up earlier. that was only maybe three minutes ago, but still. he was a little bit of an ass to people he didn't know. but vanity was his friend, right? right. so he had to look out for her. she was his friend that he was marrying.
he hopped into one of the sports cars that he had with him and quickly sped to downtown. careful not to go over the speed limit. he did have a drink or two, and being pulled over by a cop wouldn't be good with his how breath must smell. after maybe ten minutes of driving topher reached the place she had said she was. pulling up to her he looked right at her and shook his head "are you out of your fucking mind coming back here? i think you are?! " he practically yelled out at her unlocking the car door so she was able to get in. "get in." he said flatly looking out the window and at vanity. she must've been stupid. this street must be one of the most dangerous around here. the homeless people of dixie falls were bastards, were assholes. and most of them carry some sort of weapon on them at all times. really, if topher didn't get that message when he did, she could've been either dead or raped somewhere. and that wouldn't look good for topher with her family or his own.
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