Post by sarah on Jul 20, 2009 17:27:15 GMT -4
CALLIE WILLOW LANDON
"watching every motion in my foolish lover's game."
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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• • FULL NAME , callie willow landon
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] january 25th, nineteen
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] straight
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] merch girl for pushing april
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , 110 lbs, 5 ft 5 inches
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] chocolate brown!
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] Callie doesn't really have all that much that is terribly unusual about her appearance. She doesn't have odd beauty marks or tattoos. She used to have a lip piercing, but she took it out recently, mostly because she doesn't want to stand out in the crowd so she doesn't see a need for it. What you would probably first notice when looking at her, though, is her skin. Callie has ridiculously fair skin; it's very pale and very clear, and almost looks flawless, especially from a distance. Of course that was just how she was born, she doesn't really do all that much to keep it that way since to be honest she would rather have nothing at all be remarkable about himself, because she doesn't like to be noticed. But the fact is that she has and has always had beautiful skin, and she often receives compliments on it. Or people just make fun of her for looking like a ghost... there's that too.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] amanda mink
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] Callie is a tiny girl who has a very particular taste when it comes to clothing. She used to be one of those girls who wore band tshirts every single day, but she's definitely grown out of that phase. Now all she wears are dresses and clothes from thrift stores or clothes she's made herself even. She likes the vintage look; she finds cheesy tshirts that say things like "I'M FUN SIZED" or have pictures of shutter shades on them to be kind of overrated. She loves lace and old fashioned clothing. She also likes the kind of hats that look like they're about to fall right off of your head. She tends to wear a lot of eye makeup, but that's pretty much it. She doesn't do much else. She used to straighten her hair everyday, but over the years she has grown tired of that and usually it's just down and messy with soft curls hidden within the blonde locks. Her nails are usually painted red or hot pink, and her toes usually match. She doesn't really spend that much time on her appearance, but fashion is something she is passionate about.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
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[/size] arrogance, people who believe that they are superior to others, getting chalk all over her hands, parties, alcohol, cheaters, large groups of people, coffee, the fact that she doesn't know his real parents, how skinny she is, being embarrased, feeling ignored, social situations, meeting new people, when she doesn't know what to say, being uncomfortable, and how shy she is.
• • LIKES , kittens, chocolate milk, giggling, skinny jeans, dresses, nerdy glasses, sleeping until 2 in the afternoon, shopping, freshly baked gooey cookies, hearts, pandas, shows, making her own clothes, thrift stores, kids movies, rob & big, staying up all night, dancing, romantic novels, romantic movies (titanic, the notebook, a walk to remember), harry potter, eskimo kisses, cuddling, stuffed animals, birthday cake ice cream, holding hands, falling asleep holding hands, handmade yarn bracelets, brightly painted nails, cardigans, hot chocolate, fancy cupcakes, fisheye pictures, smiles, spontaniety, adventure, the unexpected, love, scrapbooking, and creativity.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] avoids drama easily, very easy to get along with once she trusts you, good at making others smile, good at giving advice, knows when someone is upset and will try her best to comfort them, kind-hearted and genuine, willing to help when help is needed, unselfish.
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] worries about everything, stressed out all the time, terrible vision, kind of annoying at times, always says the wrong thing at the wrong time, not athletic at all, messes with her hair too much, stays up too late, smokes sometimes, doesn't think of the consequences of her actions, unbelievably clumsy, short tempered, very shy; often acts uncomfortable, quiet, hard to get close to in a relationship, always unsure of herself, very sensitive; hurt extremely easily, not good at letting things go, constantly chewing on her bottom lip, stutters sometimes, get very nervous around someone who she is attracted to, can't stand up for herself, often thinks that everyone hates her.
• • FEARS ,[/size] being left brokenhearted, growing up and being alone, losing the few friends she does have, never getting married, dying.
• • SECRETS ,[/size] Suffers from paranoid personality disorder. Has made herself throw up a few times.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] Upon first meeting Callie Landon, it would probably become apparent right away that she is just not really all that similar to most of the other girls in her age group. The first thing that you will probably notice about her is her voice. She is not one of the loud, arrogant teenage girls that you've probably become so accustomed to seeing everywhere these days; in fact you might even have trouble hearing Callie speak sometimes. Her voice is very soft, especially when she is speaking to someone that she does not know very well. You'll get used to it, though, as you get to know her more, and after awhile you probably won't even notice it at all. If you speak to her often, eventually her voice will get a little louder as she begins to trust you more, and she'll begin to come out of her shell little by little as long as you don't do anything to make her uncomfortable. Callie just doesn't trust people all that easily, and because of this it definitely takes her awhile to truly make a new friend. She's just afraid of trusting the wrong person and ending up getting hurt in result. You can't really blame her though, seeing how much that same thing has happened to her in the past. Once you've gotten to know Callie for awhile and you've shown her a bit if what you're like as well, that's when you can really get to know her. That's when you first start to see her brighter, sillier, and more outgoing sides, her weaknesses and strengths, and just everything that comes along with the nineteen year old teenage female. Hopefully you won't be disappointed.
Now, it's very obvious that Callie is a shy girl. You could probably tell that about her without even speaking to her. In high school, if she was in one of your classes, you probably know her as that girl who always arrives early, has a seat in the very first row, and never really speaks to anyone in the class other than the teacher (and sometimes even she has to ask her to repeat her answers so that she and the rest of the class can hear her properly). If you saw her in the hallways, she was the girl with a messenger bag slung across her shoulder who walked with her eyes on the floor, never stopping to speak to anyone unless it's a soft "sorry" to someone she's accidentally bumped shoulders with. She's just quiet, she keeps to herself, and she doesn't really have all that many friends. But if one day you decide to introduce yourself to this timid girl, you'll find that she will tell you her name with a gentle little smile playing on her lips, and you'll probably feel comfortable, even if she doesn't say much. She's just kind, and you can tell; there's no other way to describe it. You can just tell that she's different then most of the other kids her age, that she actually cares about the feelings of others and not much about popularity and wealth. Then, maybe you see her later and go over to say hello. If this pattern continues and a friendship develops between yourself and Callie, she becomes a completely different person entirely.
Now that time has passed and you're pretty close friends with Cllie, you no longer see her as that awkward, quiet girl that sat in the front of your class. You know better than to think that. She's different now, no longer another one of your peers whose name always tends to slips your mind. She's Callie, your friend who always greets you with a smile and asks how your day is going.
And when you do hang out, Callie isn't shy at all anymore. She's this one hundred and ten pound ball of smiles and giggles, acting as much like a small child as a nineteen year old female can. She's fun; she's a lot of fun. And yeah, anyone can be a lot of fun really, but you didn't expect it, not from Callie Landon. She is just always so quiet. You don't notice until later, but it was actually a few months before you really heard her laugh for the first time. But you grow accustomed to it after awhile, and when others comment on how reserved she is you can just smile and say that they just don't know her. Because Callie says the oddest things, she jumps on your back for a piggy back ride without warming, she giggles at everything even if it's really not all that funny, she starts tickle fights. She's just unpredictable and exciting, not boring or quiet or anything that you first thought about her when you first saw her.
You know now that Callie's nothing like her first impression made her out to be. You can think of different words to describe her now, like caring, kind, silly, smart, funny... a lot of words that you wouldn't have dreamed of associating with Callie Landon when you barely knew her.
But there's other things you know about Callie now, things you didn't know before but things that maybe aren't as good. She's an awful lonely kid; because of her shyness she doesn't have many friends besides yourself, and you might think that that's simply her fault for not being more outgoing, but you have to understand that Callie just can't wake up one day as a confident person. She's just not. She's awkward and uncomfortable around those she doesn't know. She doesn't do things that most teenagers do for fun, like going to the mall or parties or get drunk and such, just because she'd rather stay home and write a new song or read one of her books, because that's where she's more comfortable. She'll go to shows, but for the music, not to socialize.
Callie is also hurt extremely easily. She might just be the most sensitive girl you've ever met, and if she's not then she probably at least comes close to it. She doesn't handle things well, probably because of the way she was brought up. She'll be sad about things for weeks and think about them constantly instead of trying to let them go; because of this you can probably guess that she doesn't really handle break-ups all that well. Not that she really has experienced break-ups all that often, since she hardly dates for fear of getting hurt or losing a friend. Callie doesn't do a lot of things because of the fact that she's just scared that she won't be able to deal with what might happen.
Another thing that you'll eventually find out about Callie is that she suffers from paranoid personality disorder, which is a disturbed thought process characterized by excessive anxiety or fear. Which explains a lot of things if you think about it. She doesn't have schizophrenia or anything like that; she's just constantly afraid that harm is occurring, or is going to occur, to her. So you realize that you have to be careful around her, and not say the wrong thing, because one minute she could be perfectly comfortable, and then the next she's stuttering up an excuse to leave as she quickly moves to the door. She just has an extremely exaggerated distrust of others. If someone gives her an odd look on the street, she'll get scared and become convinced that that person is "out to get him" or something along those lines. She's reluctant to confide in others due to a fear that information may be used against her. The whole thing is just kind of bizarre actually, and makes you realize how lucky you are to be close to her, but it also makes you see how easily it could be to lose her trust completely.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
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[/size] tallon landon is callie's seventeen year old brother, who is probably the most obnoxious, rude, and vain boy on the entire face of the planet. he's a high school student still, along with, aidan landon, callie's sixteen year old brother. aidan's nicer and more kind, but aidan often makes fun of her, just because he wants to be more like tallon. corbin landon is callie's five year old brother, who has the same mom but a different dad. corbin's a cutie who loves spongebob and pandas.
• • PARENTS , callie's parents are michael gilmore and kristen landon. after michael passed away, kristen remarried to a man named johnathan landon. kristen is a forty year old nurse, and john is a forty six year old lawyer.
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] athalie scout hart-landon, tallon's eleven month old daughter
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] n/a
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] n/a
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] glendale, CA
• • HISTORY ,[/size] Callie Willow Gilmore was born on the 25th of January, opening the new year with excitement in Glendale, California. Her parents were Michael and Kristen Gilmore, two young adults who quite frankly couldn't be much happier about the arrival of their firstborn child. They were ecstatic. And the rest of the Gilmore family was just as thrilled; Kristen proudly took her adorable baby girl with wide, coffe brown eyes to meet her aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins for the very first time, all of whom couldn't stop cooing and commenting on how utterly adorable Callie was, and how one day she was going to be so smart and successful, and she was going to make some lucky boy very happy indeed. Everyone agreed; Callie Gilmore had a whole wonderful life ahead of her, and she was just getting started.
Callie's childhood was normal. She went to elementary school when she was of the appropriate age, she played on the playground, she drew with chalk, she finger painted, she ate far too many Oreos, she pretended to be dinosaurs, and she cried when they fell on the sidewalk. Her mother gave birth to two additional children while Callie was still an infant - Tallon and Aidan. Tallon and Aidan were inseperable, while Callie was often alone and kept her distance from her brothers. This was the first incidence of foreshadowing the way Callie would be in future years, isolated and good at acting invisible.
Callie's parents got divorced when she was six, and her mother remarried to a Mr. John Landon. The new Landon family moved to New York to start a new life. Mr. and Mrs. Landon had very busy schedules due to their careers, and so a babysitter took care of the children everyday while they were away at work. It was later discovered that the babysitter had been molesting the three children (in particularly Tallon), and so the babysitter was fired and the children began to attend therapy. Mrs. Landon quit her job and stayed home to take care of her children herself. Callie was most visibly shaken by the whole incident out of all three children, and she still has nightmares about it on occasion. But life continues, just like it always does, no matter how traumatic any incident is.
High school was lonely for Callie. She separated herself from her peers, preferring to remain alone while her brother Tallon was Mr. Popular. She could could honestly say that she hated every single moment he had to spent in that building. She had no friends, she was constantly made fun of, and she never felt like he fit in. It was a relief when it was all over.
The only thing Callie has ever been truely passionate about is music. She loves every little thing about it. Her dream is to one day step out on the stage and make the crowd go wild, but she knows she is far too shy and reserved to ever have enough courage for that. Not being able to let go of music completely, she signed up for a job as a merch girl for the band Pushing April, hoping that watching others live out her dream will someday inspire her to step out of her shell and conquer her fears.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
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[/size] sixteen oh yeahhh
• • YOUR NAME , sarah!
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] HAHA omg forever seriously. so long, so long
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] pm pm pm pm
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] n/a
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] -- ADMIN EDIT! --
• • NOTES ,[/size] hiiiiiiii (:
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TALLON LANDON,
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the temperature of your voice fires
my fever to keep me from the cold
of losing you... i’m losing you. but
you look so beautiful in this hospital
bed, of what we said would never
end. and i know it’s pitiful, but this
medicine says i’ll never feel again.
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The day was finally here. It seemed like everything in the last few months had somehow contributed to leading up to this single day; there hadn't been a night that had passed when Tallon hadn't thought of this day and worried about its arrival. It was odd to see that it was finally here. Even though he had known fully well that the day of Scout's surgery would eventually come, it seemed unreal in a way that was hard to explain. He wasn't sure if it had arrived too quickly or too slowly, but Tallon was sure of one thing; he wasn't ready for this.
The past few weeks had been spent at the Evans' household, as the two had planned that night in Tallon's dorm room, and although Tallon felt a bit unwelcome and awkward a lot of the time when he was around the other members of Scout's family, there wasn't anywhere else that Tallon would have rather been. Watching Scout grow weaker and sicker as time passed had almost been unbearable for the seventeen year old boy, but even so, it was still where he wanted to be the most. And where he wanted to be was with Scout, wherever he was, just so that he could talk to him and hold him and know that he was okay. Even if it meant playing video games for hours while Scout slept and slept and slept throughout a good portion of the day, even if it meant missing a million and two assignments and tests at school, even if it meant having to listen to his mother scold him over the phone about how he had responsibilities to take care of; he didn't care. Laying with Scout at night made it all worth it, and it made Tallon sure that not remaining at Scout's side throughout all of this would have been a mistake.
He knew that his presence there had helped Scout - Scout had told him so - and even though he wasn't sure how little or how much he had helped Scout to get ready for this, he was glad that he was able to help at all. Because honestly Tallon felt powerless in this situation; Caiden and Luka had both told him that he needed to stop worrying and just believe that Scout would be okay in the end, but they didn't realize how hard it was for Tallon to keep hoping for a good outcome when everything he saw told him that the chances were getting increasingly slimmer and slimmer. Seeing the medicine and the doctors, hearing the urgent phone calls made by Scout's parents into the late hours of the night, even hearing Scout's mother cry once, watching Scout get weaker with each passing day - none of it did anything but contribute to his fear of having Scout taken away from him. He knew that he should believe that everything would work out, but he just couldn't. Nothing was guaranteed. This was a matter of life and death, and there were no predictions, no guesses. He couldn't put all of his hope on a guess. The only thing he could do was pray that Scout would make it through, and Tallon hoped that was enough.
Now Tallon found himself following the Evans' family down the narrow and glum hallways of a hospital, bringing up the rear of the small group, his emerald eyes fixed unblinkingly at what he could see of the back of Scout's wheelchair ahead. Tallon wanted to be next to him right now more than anything, but he knew that was Scout's parents' place for now. He had to keep telling himself that he'd have more time to be with him later. All he could do right now was wait, watch, and worry, and unfortunately all three of these options just made him more and more anxious. He wasn't even speaking; hadn't uttered a word nearly all day, mostly due to the fact that he could not think of a single thing that could come out of his mouth that would be more important than what today would bring. He wasn't sure if anyone had even noticed his silence, since they were all pretty much wrapped up in getting Scout what he needed and where he needed to be, and that was understandable. But Tallon didn't like this. He couldn't understand why this had to happen at all in the first place, and he couldn't help but wish it would all just go away, and the color in Scout's cheeks would return, and things could be good again, Tallon could open his dorm door and pounce on Scout to attack him with a thousand excited kisses, and he could be late to English class everyday again simply because he would rather cuddle in the hallway with his boyfriend for too long instead of staring blankly at a teacher while she blabbered on and on for over an hour. That was the kind of things that were running through Tallon's mind right now, happy things, nostalgic thoughts that made him wants to hold Scout's hand through all of this more than ever right now.
He followed the others as they took Scout into one of the many rooms that were scattered throughout the seemingly endless hallway, watching with almost frightened eyes as Scout was helped into the bed that had been provided for him. He was sort of disappointed to find that the only two available seats next to the bed were quickly taken by Mr. and Mrs. Evans, though it was what he had been expecting. Tallon was unsure what to do with himself at the moment. He watched Scout's siblings and parents and the nurses come in and make use of themselves, his parents comforting him and his sister asking to stay and the nurses checking all the strange and gloomy looking machines and such; Tallon stood to the right of the hospital bed, leaning against one of the only blank spaces on the white wall, staring at his love and wishing that he could just bring himself to go over with the rest of them but he didn't want to be where he wasn't wanted. Scout's parents had been tolerable of Tallon and were not mean to him or anything, but whenever they spoke to him Tallon still got the vibe that they weren't exactly all that fond of him still.
Almost immediately Tallon's scrawny body straightened up from its previous position of slumping against the wall, his full attention drawn to the whispered words that Scout's lips were forming. Tallon knew it was his name even before Scout's voice grew in volume, and Tallon had closed the space between himself and the side of Scout's bed before the boy had even began to say his name a third time. He could feel the eyes of his boyfriend's family on him as he reached for one of Scout's pale hands with his own, but Tallon didn't mind; he laced his fingers with Scout's and squeezed the other boy's hand lightly to assure him that he was there. "I'm here, Scout, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere," he said, gazing down at the boy that had him fretting and worrying sick and still completely wrapped around his finger. He bent down to press a short and gentle kiss to Scout's lips, something that neither of them had ever done in front of the rest of Scout's family but quite honestly Tallon could care less what anyone in the room thought about it now, including the nurses. "Don't be scared, okay? I love you," he promised in what was a whisper that most likely only Scout could hear, pressing his lips briefly to Scout's forehead as well after he had finished speaking.
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