Post by lizz on Jul 16, 2009 1:16:56 GMT -4
DENVER COLORADO LEE HARRIS
"i love you so much that it hurts my head.
say, i don’t mind you under my skin. "
[/font]"i love you so much that it hurts my head.
say, i don’t mind you under my skin. "
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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[/size] jude is only allowed to call her denny , denden, and whatever else.
• • FULL NAME , denver colorado lee harris.
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] april 5th & nineteen.
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] heterosexual.
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] merch for divide by zero.
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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[/size] its usually brown, but she does change it a whole lot.
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , 115 pounds and 5 feet 7inches.
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] bright brown.
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] monroe piercing.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] kaelin marie.
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] denver is the person who went from being a scene chick to being an indie chick. the one thing she rebels against is bras, she doesn’t wear them. her boobs are pretty much non existant, why would she need to? she also likes it because jude and her are basically horn dogs and do it everywhere. denver obsesses over her hair. it’s the only thing she likes to experiment on and make her own. she’s had blonde hair with a weird fucking mohawk thing going on, and then there was a bunch of other things. mostly she’s kept the same hairstyle, which is the choppy layers and side bangs. her clothing style is pretty simple. she usually puts on some band shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and she’s on her way. usually she wears jude’s things cause she’s too lazy to go and search for her own clothes and such. she doesn’t get overly dressed because she doesn’t need to impress anyone. she also likes to pack on the make up, mainly around her eyes. she likes to put on a load of eyeliner and eyeshadow to make her brown pupils pop, and she’s a girl. she’s allowed to experiment with make up. mainly denver likes to experiment with clothes and make up. she’s still young, she can do that.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] straight edge people, peta, her dad, religion, bitches who can’t take shit, her old school, swimming, flying on planes, when jude doesn’t put out, when they fight, being an emotional pussy, people who are like herself, when her and her sister fight, visiting her parents, when people cut her off of drugs, clingy people, liars, jude’s parents, when people try to cut her hair, when jude gets mad at her.
• • LIKES , jude, when jude calls her denny, sex, being kinky as fuck with jude, pretending to be religious for jude’s parents, when jude plays with her hair, playing with her hair in general, dying her hair, wearing the stupidest outfits ever, getting baked, drinking, not wearing bras, when jude sings to her, her brother and sister, weed circles, that 70’s show, wake and baking, running around naked when she’s on drugs, drugs in general, being a complete nutcase, wearing non matching clothing, cutting her hair, not putting out for jude, being a tease.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] can back her shit up, being a tease, determined, good at putting walls around herself, not changing for anyone else.
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] jude, over protective, paranoid about all the chicks that hang around jude, lets things get to her, vulnerable around other people except herself.
• • FEARS ,[/size] jude will leave her, she’ll be left alone she’s older, boston will get mad at her again, she’ll lose her trust in everyone, she’ll die without fulfilling anything in her life. oh, she’s really fucking scared of spiders, too.
• • SECRETS ,[/size] she was raped when she was drugged up at a party. it was her sister’s boyfriend, he thought she was her and raped her. denver wasn’t the same since then, and began to want the comfort of other males, but has found comfort in jude and that’s all she needs.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] denver is a bitch. that’s the first thing people should know about her. she’s the type of her girl who doesn’t take shit. she believes in the whole ‘treat people who you wanna be treated’. also, because of the intense bullying she used to get, she’s gotten a little rough around the edges. she hates when people have sticks shoved up their ass and are all pissy and fucking annoying. usually she’s a loudmouth and doesn’t know when to shut her mouth, which gets her into trouble, but she loves trouble, but she’s usually on drugs when it happens. denver is a tough cookie or something. sometimes she needs to shut her mouth and keep the things she say to herself, but she won’t.
the next thing that’s important to know is that denver is pretty vulnerable underneath her shell. she’s a sweetheart despite all of the things that go on with her. she’s shy and nervous around new people no matter what, and she’s usually second guessing everything when she’s not on drugs. deep down, denver is just a paranoid teenager, seriously. she freaks out about the littlest things and always needs to be reassured at least ten times before doing anything. it’s weird, because deep down denver does care about people and what they think about her, it’s just she’s usually on something so she doesn’t give a shit.
denver is pretty much really fucking messed up. ever since the rape, she’s had her ups and she’d had her downs. mainly, denver is really two-sided. one minute she’s completely fine and then the next she’s running around going completely insane. she’s hard to handle, basically. since denver is usually whacked out on something, that’s the only reason she might be out of her mind. denver is usually reminded of what possibly happened last night and is usually embarrassed about it, but she can’t help it. denver likes when she’s on drugs because all of the nagging senses and such leave her, and she takes risks and is daring as well. denver is just one boat load of fucked up, really.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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[/size] boston massachusetts lee harris – nineteen – twin sister – trying to get closer after the whole rape.
• • PARENTS , jennifer lee harris – mother - crazy brazillian woman – forty six.
jerry hartley – father – fucking hates his guts – fifty.
• • SIBLINGS ,
ryder dakota lee harris – twenty – step brother – as close as close can get.
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] N / A.
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] judias zachariah turner – twenty one - boyfriend for three years.
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] lol, no.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] las vegas, nevada.
• • HISTORY ,[/size] denver colorado lee harris was the youngest out of the two twins that were birthed. april 5th was the day that jennifer had gone into labor. boston was the first twin to come out, and then denver was pushed out into the world. it all started from there. growing up, denver hid behind boston’s shadow. she didn’t like to be her own person and depended heavily on boston, becoming her real life shadow. they were as close as twins could be, sharing everything from clothes to secrets. school was something denver hated to the extreme. she never did well around big groups of people, and school was the biggest group of people ever. she was always nervous around new people, always shaking and fidgeting whenever someone came close to her. boston was the overly confident one, the one who would get in trouble, and sometimes denver would get beaten up in middle school and highschool because of this. sometimes she pretended to be boston because boston didn’t want to get beaten up.
denver was raped when she was fourteen. it was at a highschool party that boston dragged her to. boston’s boyfriend at the time had drugged denver up thinking it was boston. she lost her virginity that night and was changed ever since. when she grew older, she began to rebel. she spoke out more and got into a crowd that did drugs and have sex. she found comfort in men because of the warmth she felt when they were around her. she wanted to feel like she was important to someone’s life, and when they kicked her out she went to a new person. it was all a cycle. she was only fifteen at the time, but the rape torn her apart. made her mature and grow up and become some fucking slut that would only feel happy around the male gender. then jude came along.
denver was sixteen when she met judias zachariah turner. she thought he was some over confident asshole. he was, it’s true. she knew about him, heard about him and his torn up life at home. when they met, denver sucked him off and then they walked away. no names. nothing. then they kept seeing each other and denver would always feel this weird tug in her gut. it felt like someone was shaking her up and she was dizzy constantly, and it took her a week tops to realize she fell for jude. she kept seeing him and they would talk. she knew his name, he knew hers. it was simple, but god, denver fell harder and harder for him. she couldn’t even deny it. he asked her out when he met her at her locker one day. it was a simple invite to see his band play, some stupid pop band called divide by zero, and denver accepted. why? cause of her stupid crush over him. so, that night, denver went to see jude and by the next day they were together. jude smoked weed with her, had sex with her, did everything with her, and still does. in the beginning, though. it was different. she was sixteen and young and stupid. she fucked other dudes and jude fucked other girls, it was how it worked, but they both took it seriously. their relationship was so rocky in the beginning, but after a while, denver realized she was in love with jude. she was the first to say it, those three words. he didn’t say it back, why would he? they were two stupid high school sweethearts and they were probably going to break up after another week and then get together. she wasn’t hurt, no. denver gave him time, and then after a while he said it. she became merch that way by being with jude, and she’s been happy ever since. with jude and with the band.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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• • YOUR NAME , lizz / ashish lulzzy / haylie erin / jew / ling ling / elizabeth / moses / whatever else.
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• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] three, i think?
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• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] N / A
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] let’s get down to business.
• • NOTES ,[/size] i love and appreciate everyone. D: sorry that this app sucks balls, too. ):
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[/size]t was a few more hours. the sunlight had pushed up into the sky, it’s rays radiating in the sky, bright and yellow. daisy had turned around in her sleep, her forehead leveled with travis’ nose and lips, her own lips facing his throat. her arm had snaked it’s way halfway across the other’s waist, her delicate and small finger tips gripping onto the old material of his shirt. her legs tangled along with his, the pulse in her knee cap radiating off her tinted red skin. she took a deep breath in, sleep brushing itself off of her shoulders slowly but surely, her body pressing closer to travis’ out of a sleep instinct. his warmth pulled her in, her body welcoming the other heat.- - - the room was filled with light snores. the gray sunlight slanted inwards into the occupied room, the light flushing gray along the floor. it crawled its way to the bed, splashing over the two who occupied it currently. daisy’s hand curled up within itself, her fingers clenching into her fist as her arm dangled from the bed. her breathing still stayed calm and measured out, her chest dragging in air and pushing out carbon dioxide. her back rested gently against travis’ stomach, her head placed underneath his chin. fingertips brushed against the arm wrapped around her waist, securing her to the small mattress. breathing deep, daisy sunk further into the bed, her back pressing tighter against travis, her ocean eyes staying closed.
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- - - b[/size]ig eyes slowly began to open. their contents of bright blue pupils spinning around for a second, before she pressed her eyelids closed, her pupils stopped spinning and focused. opening her tired eyelids, she felt the pressure of just wanting to close her eyes and press closer to the inviting warmth that pressed around her. she leaned up, the arm around her waist gently slipping around and landing in her lap. she looked down, her blurry vision coming into focus once more on the arm and a shy smile rose on her pale lips. a blush crept along her neck, tinting her already pink skin a darker shade, her nerves almost getting the best of her.
- - - h[/size]er eyes couldn’t read the red font on the clock, her eyes blurring the lines together in a mash of unreadable lines. the blanket was strew across the bed, covering their bodies in the best way it possibly could. daisy’s small frame crouched down, her hand landing on the floor as she scrambled around for her glasses. once her fingers wrapped around them, she leaned back up and placed them on her face, the plastic nestling comfortably on her nose. she looked down at travis, her cheeks blushing at the thought they had spent the night together. daisy didn’t like travis when he was drunk, the way he lost his insecure touch and was confident. it made her nervous, to sometimes think of the girls he would pick up. her insides would clench at the mere thought of when alcohol was uttered in conversation. maybe daisy was jealous. jealous of the way travis would look at them and kiss them, the way it felt like he would do this on purpose. taunt her like this, make her realize that he wasn’t going to like her in the way she had been hoping for.
- - - h[/size]er finger tips shyly brushed at travis’ hair. the soft hairs splitting through her delicate finger tips. his hair was already messy, the pillow causing both of their hair to go wild and messy. she liked the feeling of travis’ hair between her fingers, the soft strands sliding smoothly over her fingertips. she liked this hair on him, messy and brown. it made him seem more down to earth, hard working and determined. she wiped his bangs away from his face, giggling while she did so. she patted his shoulder a little bit, hoping that it would jostle him from his deep sobering slumber.
- - - d[/size]aisy tossed the blanket aside. the air consuming her bare legs, making goosebumps form on her pale flesh. she stood up, her legs untangling from travis’ easily. the floor was cold as daisy’s toes touched it. a shiver rippled through her body as she stood. turning around, daisy leans down and kisses travis’ on the forehead and walked back to her room.
- - - d[/size]aisy sheds her clothes once she is in the room where she is staying. she rushs into the shower and turned on the water, waiting until the spray of the waiter has turned warm and feels nice against her skin. the warm water presses against her skin. she grabs the soap from the soap holder and lathers her skin up, watching the soap form white against her skin. the water feels good against her sunburn skin, washing out the tingling sensation of the burn that still lingers on her tinted skin. she leans forwards a little bit, her messy hair in a quickly done bun so it doesn’t become wet as the spray washes over her body. the water presses tight and hard against her muscle, relaxing her and settling her nerves down. she stays in the shower for a bit, watching as the water washes away the soap and collects around her toes. she bends her feet and goes on her tiptoes, watching the water and soap collect and run down her smooth shaven legs and pool around her painted toe nails. she turns the water off. she stands there for a few seconds, thinking over everything. the faucet drips single water drops as she wraps the soft towel around her hourglass frame. shutting off the lights, she opens the door and closes it.
- - - t[/size]he hair tie holding her hair slides off easily her ginger locks. drying herself off quickly with the towel, she throws it on the floor. she places on a simple white bra and a tank top over it. she feels the humidity in the air, it sticks to her lungs like a wet paper towel. slipping her legs one at a time through the material over her plain red colored underwear. covering them up with simple black shorts that rest at the medium length of her thigh. she brushes her hair, getting the knots out and the stray water droplets that snuck their way into the strands of her hair. she finds her glasses on the bed and places them over her tired blue eyes. she wipes suntan lotion along the open places where she skin is visible and tosses the bottle on the bed as she walks out of the room.
- - - t[/size]he sun kisses daisy’s skin in a hot blaze as the humidity rings mildly in the air. her flips flop hit the ground and the ball of her feet with every that she takes. it feels nice, to be alone with travis. daisy feels more content and comfortable around him. she stills fidgets and stutters and blushes at times, but sometimes she lets go of all of that. she lets go of all of the insecurities and the worries in the world, the worries inside of her own head. she looks around, watching all the people pass her by. her hair bounces on her shoulders as leans closer to travis to avoid colliding with a family. her arm bumps into his and she feels a rush run through her, something like a thrill and a want for more, for another touch. she looks at him for a brief moment, and whispers sorry for bumping into him and moves away from him again.
- - - t[/size]hey talk along the way. they talk about the tour and all of the other things that they would normally talk about. it feels smoother than before, like it comes more easily and less forced, like travis is trying to get her to talk. daisy is known as the girl who barely says a word in a few days. she doesn’t blab and chatter her head off, unless she’s had too many sour patch kids and then she goes a bit crazy, but other than that? she barely does. daisy fumbles with her shirt while they walk to the park, the looming roller coasters greeting them as the walk to the entrance. she smiles at travis.
- - - t[/size]he park is loud inside, kids running around like crazy. they’re balloons and happy families everywhere. daisy looks around watching all the kids in their mickey mouse ears and face paint run around. she remembers the one time she got face painted at the zoo and had an allergic reaction to the paint, yeah, that was an awesome time. she turns to travis and bites at the inside of her cheek and looks down shyly and then meets his eyes and says, “so, where do you wanna go first?[/size][/color]"[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/font][/color][/center][/size][/font][/color]TAGGED!: travis robert covington.
WORDS: 1,467
CURRENTLY: sitting in a dark room, lol.
NOTES: ilt and if this is major fail, i'm sorry!
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