Post by melon on Nov 15, 2011 12:18:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] ARCHER TATUM CARRIGAN  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname arch birthday 01/05/1989 place of birth baldwin, minnesota gender female | [atrb=width,200] sexuality hetero-sexual nationality american membergroup transplant play by rachel bilson |
| [cs=2] likes: photography, singing, playing the guitar, her dog Noah, and peace and quiet dislikes: the hustle and bustle of a big city, large crowds, feeling utterly alone and abandoned, not being able to settle down anywhere, and failing herself personality: stubborn and defiant, shy and quiet, passive, easy to walk all over, broken, not confident but puts a mask on to show that she is, likes to have a goal, a direction in her life, is extremely passionate about what she does, a lover, not a fighter, and she's a complete sweetheart unless threatened or rubbed the wrong way. She stands up for what she believes in. family: None history: Archer lost her parents in a car crash when she was ten years old. Previously to that her life was nothing special. Her parents loved her, which was all that she could have asked for. They didn't spoil her because the family really didn't have the money, but oh how they wanted to. Their death was something that sits with Archer to this day. They were driving back from her indoor soccer game, and everything was wonderful, save for the weather. The snow and the rain mixed together to make the roads an icy mess, and although her father was being careful, the other drive was not. He came careening around the corner because his car couldn't handle the stop and hit their car head on. The impact sent the family's car flying, flipping over and over down an embankment. Her parents were killed instantly, but she was not so lucky. She suffered a broken arm, broken ribs, and a shattered leg. Her head was bleeding, but her heart hurt most of all. Her parents were dead. She could see that clearly from where she lay in the back seat. Her screams were only silenced when the ambulance came, and the EMTs gave her a sedative to get to the hospital. When she woke up, she was given the news that her parents were in fact dead. When she was well enough, she would be moved to a foster home. Archer closed in on herself then. She didn't speak unless she was spoken to, and her quiet demeanor made it easy for people to walk all over her. She was abused both physically and mentally, and that shattered her all over again. Once she was old she got out of there and has been moving back and forth ever since. She doesn't stay settled because she can't. She's hoping it will be different here. She's back into her photography, for her father had left her with his nikon. Her mother left her her guitar, so that's what Archer pursued. She's working on making a name for herself through her art. She wants to become a successful photographer and singer, but it's a slow climb. She's trying her best, but she's in so many pieces that it's hard to even put herself back together again. She loves it here though, and thinks this was the breath of fresh air that she needed. She continues to think and act positively, and does her best to fit in. melon - 21 - 8 years? The young woman had made another new start for herself. There was no point in remaining in Rhode Island, for there was nothing there for her. More importantly, there was no one there for her. The hurt that he had caused her was almost too much for her to take, and she was ready to just move on. It was clear and more than obvious that that was what he wanted, and she would have to respect his wishes. So Brooklyn had moved yet again. It was what she was good at, and she had no doubt that he would be angry she was gone from that part of his life as well. But so be it. She was just adding up points now, and there was nothing she could do to change that. She didn't have the heart to because she knew it would mean nothing to him. If her actions didn't speak to him, then she wasn't going to try to communicate any longer. He had made his intentions and his wants clear, and she was going to respect that. If he grew upset with her for doing what he obviously wanted, then she was fresh out of ideas now. She had made a fresh start for herself, and had bought a nice little apartment as well. She had made a name for herself with her photography, and her singing had brought her in a nice income as well. She have saved all of that money, and was now doing well for herself. The apartment was one of the smaller two bedroom ones, but it was just perfect for her. She didn't need a lot of room, and that much was obvious. The apartment didn't have many boxes for her to unpack and decorate with. She was going to have to start buying more things to make it her own with. Right now however, there were plenty of pictures. Pictures of Charlie, her horse, and pictures that she had come to love. And finally, she had framed the one that she carried with her everyday and placed it in her bedroom. It was of her parents and herself, and that was what she needed. Especially at this time in her life. Taking a deep breath, the young woman found herself standing still in the small kitchen. She had stopped unpacking the box of plates and silverware, and found that she was thinking of things that she shouldn't be thinking of. Holton for one, and her parents for another. Those were people that she was never going to be able to have in her life again, so she needed to move on. They had, so it should be just as easy for her. They had changed their lives, and she was changing hers. She herself had changed, and she was trying to believe that it was for the better. Despite the obvious weight loss, she was doing her best to gain some of it back, even though it wasn't going so well. Other than that, she looked a bit different. Her hair was darker, and she wore it down more often. It would get in her way when she was taking pictures, so that was when it was usually up. But even now when she was unpacking it was down, and she thought it changed her appearance. She was wearing nicer clothes, but nothing that changed her too much. It was a subtle switch, and she hoped that it was just enough for her life now. Brooklyn just wanted to be different, but above all else, she just wanted to be happy. Looking around her new apartment, she found that a small smile was working its way onto her features. This was possible. She could be different, and she could be happy. Life just had a funny way of bringing her to this point. She had two new jobs as a free lancing photographer, and a singer at the local restaurant and bar. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it brought some attention to her singing talents. That was all that she needed for a bit of a boost in her confidence level. Moving here was the best thing that had ever happened to her. That was a lie. Holton was the best thing that had ever happened to her. He had enlivened her spirit and brought her back to this planet. She had been in a dark way before he had come into her life, and she owed him everything that she was now. She would never openly admit that, but it was an idea and thought that she could not shake. Frustration fled through her now as she thought about him yet again. What was wrong with her? She loved him, that's what was wrong. And she couldn't get that blue eyed, tan skinned, sweet talking boy out of her head. This was it. She needed to get out of here. Closing the box quickly, she hurried from the kitchen and down the hallway to her bedroom, her canine companion close on her heels. Noah wasn't going to let her out of his sight, apparently. She smiled down at the border collie male and just made it into her bedroom. Changing her sweatpants for a comfortable pair of jeans, she pulled her black long sleeved sweater over the white tank top she had been wearing. Combing her fingers through her naturally wavy hair, she grabbed her rain jacket as well. She had come prepared with the navy protector. She was going to bring Noah, but on second glance out the window, she decided against it. The rain was starting to fall heavily now, and she knew he would be happier here then in the crowded streets. Everyone would be moving at a faster pace to stay dry, and Noah's paws would probably be crushed. So she went into the cabinet that was newly assigned to Noah's things and grabbed one of his favorite rawhide bones. He bounced back and forth excitedly. "You be good, okay boy? I'll be back soon." She said honestly, for it was the truth. She was just going to grab a coffee and then come right back. Leaving him the bone, she grabbed her keys and phone and stepped out the door. Locking the apartment up, she hurried down the two flights of stairs and was soon walking in the streets. She stooped to roll up her jeans a little bit, and pulled the hood to her jacket up. She could deal with the rain, so she didn't mind this city. Rain was a bit refreshing in all honesty. The young woman walked along the streets of Seattle, knowing exactly where she was going. It didn't take her long to reach her destination, for her apartment was right by it. And then she was soon waiting in line and ordering her favorite warm beverage. Just a caramel lattee would do wonders for her right now. As she received her lattee, she turned and suddenly realized she was about to collide with someone. Her multi-colored eyes widened, and she threw her hand out to try to balance herself. "I'm so sorry!" FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0 |
