Post by affy on Dec 4, 2011 3:02:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] MADISON ELENA KATIA HART  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname mady, madz birthday 21/05/1990 place of birth nyc gender female | [atrb=width,200] sexuality heterosexual nationality american/russian membergroup transplant play by irina shayk |
| [cs=2] likes: boys, blue eyes, sex, attention, chocolate, accents, partying, dancing, modelling, winning, fashion, shopping, clothes, pissing her mom off, scary movies, strawberries, ice cream cake, max brenner. dislikes: her mom, her step mom, her dad for remarrying a bimbo, gymnastics, early mornings, hangovers, cats, hospitals, expectations, deadlines, traffic, lavender, clinginess, judgmental people. personality: competitive, independent, confident, opinionated, outspoken, stubborn, vivacious, impulsive, guarded, protective, cynical, perfectionist. family: aleksandra hart, 44, mother, ex-gymnast, has her own line of handbags. william hart, 46, father, businessman samuel hart, 24, brother, professional athlete. anastacia hart, 17, sister, olympic gymnast. arizona hart, 29, step mother, gold digger. history: Life in the hart household was… intense to say the least. Her mother, having grown up in a strict very controlling household, and having spent the greater part of her childhood training to be a gymnast, didn’t really see any problem with raising her own kids the same way, pushing both her daughters into gymnastics as early as she possibly could. Her dad worked a lot and was rarely home, and while he wasn’t as overbearing as her mother, his habit of lavishing attention and new things on whichever of his children who had achieved the most soon bred a competitiveness between the three of them which led to a lot of fighting. Things got even worse between her and ana when she started outshining her an gymnastics, until one day, when she was fourteen she just up and quit, didn’t turn up for practice and stayed with a friend for a few days while her mother cooled off, however their relationship hasn’t been the same since. It was shortly after that that her dad moved them out to new jersey, what for he never really did say, not that there would have been any explanation that would have appeased mady. She sulked for a good two weeks about having to leave all her friends, even though they were only a car trip away, and was a total ice queen to everyone at her new school. She soon gained a reputation for being a bitch, and rightly so, she hadnt said a nice thing to anyone since she’d got there, and yet there was still girls lining up to be her friend, most likely because within the first week she hooked up with the hottest guy in the year. Though she did it mostly to piss her parents off, it seemed only to cement her status as on of the popular girls. It was then that she met aly, who, though opposite to her in every way, she seemed to instantly bond with and soon enough they were spending almost all of their time together. With the state of things between her and her mother, she tended to spend most of her time staying over as aly’s place, her family was so warm and loving that it felt more like her home than her real home. And while aly already plenty of siblings to look out of her, mady was as fiercely protective, if not more so, of aly then they were, so it was no surprise that when aly got pregnant she wanted to kick the guys ass even more than her brothers did, not to mention threatening to cut anyone at school who talked shit about her for getting knocked up. Its for this reason that she felt so unbelievably guilty about sleeping with noah, normally she didn’t have much of a conscience for these things, he’d hadnt been the first married man, but he was alys husband, aly, her best friend in the entire world. She would have given anything to take it back if she could, because even though she didn’t get caught, she still ruined their relationship. However, she contents herself with helping aly out in any way possible to try and make up for it. Despite this they did drift apart over the next few years, especially when she went to cali for college, she didn’t even know about Johnny being sick until after he’d passed away, which was a wake up call to her, and she hates herself for not being there to help her through any of it. She was on the first plane over, and after the funeral persuaded aly to move to California with her, to get a fresh start. affy - 21 - yearsss He’d known it was a stupid idea to come here, known it before he stepped off the plane, known it before he’d even arranged the flight out, but he’d come anyway. He had a whole wide world, enough money to go off the map indefinitely, by no exaggeration, and yet, like any good masochist, he’d ended up in exactly the worst possible place for him to be right now. Because by being here, sooner or later it was going to bring him face to face with the girl who was at the heart of all his problems. Quinn Rockefeller was like a beautiful, malicious drug, an addiction he just couldn’t seem to break, and he hated her for it. Maybe hate was too strong a word, frustration was probably closer to it, she annoyed the fuck out of him a lot of the time, brought him to a point where he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do more, rip her clothes off, or put his fist through a wall. More often then not, he opted for the first of these, angry sex with Quinn was always especially good. In the beginning he’d gotten her all riled up on purpose like that, and it hadn’t been hard, he knew all the right buttons to push, knew just how far to push things. But then it all got out of hand, the fights getting worse and worse, and ending with slammed doors instead of lying in each others arms. And Rafe, being Rafe, aka a bloody idiot, had replaced these lapses with other women, a lot of other women. Cheating seemed to only get easier the more he did it, his conscience didn’t even bother trying to make him feel guilty for it anymore, he’d become immune to it. The first time had been the worst, he’d felt so disgusted with himself, wondering how he was going to own up to it, how on earth he could make things right, if he actually could. But then she had found out, and to his surprise, had decided to retaliate. No matter how hypocritical it was, that had pissed him off, he couldn’t stand the thought of her being with some other guy, so of course, being the prick that he was, instead of trying to work things out he’d just cheated right back. They’d probably still be doing it, if she hadnt crossed that line, the one unbearable, intolerable line. His best friend. Draining his glass, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. Further and further back, until he felt pleasantly detached enough to turn to the girl who’d just said down beside him and offer her an almost heartfelt smile. He opened his mouth to ask her name, but his eyes landed on a familiar fall of blonde hair and the words died on his tongue. Pushing himself up, he took a few steps, out of the lights at the bar and into the shadows, his gaze not leaving those of his ex. He felt anger flash through him, hotter, as the guy she was dancing with lowered his mouth to her neck. All he could think about was his best friend holding her like that, his best friend kissing her like that, and in that moment all his hate and frustration and torment had been transferred to this poor unsuspecting guy who had know idea what he’d gotten himself into. It took every lick of self control he had not to cross the room and knock the guy clean out, but somehow he managed it. He was relieved however, and low key smug when Quinn, unnerved by his unwavering gaze, pulled out of the boys arms and retreated towards the door. He wasn’t sure how much longer his tolerance would have held. Glancing across the room again he rolled his eyes to find the guy with his arms already around another girl, and hesitating fractionally, he turned towards the door. “quinn..” he murmured, his voice low, husky. And for a split second there was softness in his dark brown eyes, before they hardened again, and he snickered, “whats the rush cinderella, midnight already?” FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0 |
