Post by brenda1 on Feb 11, 2012 12:56:34 GMT -5
ahri jacquelyn constantino
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's ahri jacquelyn constantino! i go by jacky too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am nineteen & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm heterosexual? & that I'm from new york city? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, the bedroom is calling. see ya'! history She was born the youngest child from the brood of six that had come from Antonino and Ombretta Constantino. At the age of five, after having basically been ignored, beyond her most basic of needs, she just gave up trying to even converse with her family. She only spoke when spoken to and often times avoided them by hiding away in her room. Soon, even the basic conversations ceased. Whenever she came home from school, she immediately skulked off to her room and shut the door, slinging her bag across the floor. She only ate lunch during school, and she often did so in the privacy of a bathroom stall. By six, she had already been dumped into the 'unlikely to succeed' category. Like always, they were right about it. It wouldn't really manifest until she was ten and in fifth grade. NYC bullies can be rough, especially when you have a bad habit of standing out. She was the last kid left in the brood that attended elementary school. Instead of trying to defend herself, she just took the beatings and wandered home in a daze with her clothing torn, bruises beginning to form, and her hair a mess. She never talked about it, and nobody asked. In public, she managed to keep a stiff lip and her head held high but in the privacy of her own room, when nobody was around to watch, she cried herself to sleep. It took her another year or so before she ended up getting so used to it that wearing the mask was as easy as breathing. You couldn't ever tell, just by looking at her, that she was as broken as they came. In eighth grade, she discovered the miracle of booze and often took advantage of its numbing abilities. It was also in that year that she got drunk at a party and woke up naked beside one of her brother's friends. Her body was sore, and there was dried blood on the sheets. They never bothered to bring it up, and they became friends with benefits, somehow managing to hide it from Noah. It was through her brother's friend hat she discovered how sex helped to release her frustrations in a healthy manner, even if it did make her seem a tad sleazy. In her freshman year of high school, Noah's friend asked her to be his girlfriend. Of course, they had to hide it from everybody, including Noah. They were both afraid that her brother would do something drastic. When she was a sophomore, she 'accidentally' They diagnosed her with traumatic brain injury, and she woke up after three days of being in a coma. When she was awake, they told her what they were going to do, after getting consent from her parents. Because of the severity of the swelling, they had to remove part of her skull to relieve intracranial pressure, and they also also had to repair several arteries. Unfortunately, to do this, they had to shave away her golden locks. Shortly after she was discharged, she broke up with her boyfriend. She felt ashamed of the way she looked, and she never told him that she had miscarried. After all, it was her cross to bear or at least, that was what she told herself. Her parents were kind enough to let her stay home and finish out her schooling. They didn't want to put the fragile girl through more trauma. It was bad enough she couldn't stay awake, had the attention span of a crack whore, her mind often went blank, had daily headaches, was severely depressed, slurred, stuttered, stammered, trembled violently, stumbled, and fell. It was all from the brain injury she had received and little did she know that these would be lifelong effects that came and went away as they pleased. About two months after the incident had occurred, she and her oldest brother became quite close. You can only imagine that it was trying keeping up with her brother, whom was in London. Still, she did what she could to stumble her way through the day and talk to him whenever possible. She finally came to a crossroad. She could either admit she had become damaged goods by continuing to see the doctor, or she could stop the pointless treatments and pitiful words of comfort. Being the bullheaded person that she was, she refused to see the doctor. Things only went downhill from there. In her junior year, she dropped out of school, claiming that education was pointless and a complete waste of time. Not long after, she came to the realization that her problems could be blamed on her being drunk so of course, she got drunk every night. She often stumbled into the house well past midnight, slept all day, and repeated the process. There were a few nights when she didn't come home at all, often oversleeping in the bed of whomever she had gone home with. When her parents told her that she needed to get off her ass and get a job, she had laughed in their faces. It had gotten her a good slap across the face. She learned not to do that again but still, she refused to do what they asked her to do. Finally, her parents had enough. It was either get a job or get the fuck out. To put it simply, she got the fuck out. She spent a year, playing musical beds with boys she had met at parties. Some of them, she spent weeks at a time with and others, she slept with them and left them behind to rot. She crawled back home to her parents as expected when one of the boys beat her senseless. She just shut down, going back to locking herself in her room for days at a time. Just before her nineteenth birthday, her parents talked with Noah, whom had gone to Sapphire Bay to reclaim his lost love. Not long after, they shipped her to him in the hopes he could fix nineteen years of damage. She had went quietly enough, nearly jumping at the chance to not only have a change of scenery but also be with her big brother. personality Lord knows she has hit enough bumps on the road in her short nineteen years to shape her into a rather complicated invididual. No one could ever call her boring. Fact is, her entire life has been structured around when she'll fuck things up next. It's simply what she does. No one ever paid enough attention to actually care. I guess that is where it starts. She never saw anything wrong with having a good time. Only, she chose to have a good time with booze and sex. It was not only good way to mask the majority of her problems but also, it was a way for her to become numb. Okay well, that's painting it a little dark. Negative. Pointing out the bad. She would be the first one to admit it - she wasn't the best of people. Someone else could go out and save the whales. There were a lot of bad characteristics about her, she knew that. Most people who actually knew her knew that. Contrary to what some say, there are several positive points to her. She's normal. How's that for positive? She didn't wish the world dead. She didn't go out looking for trouble. She didn't like making anyone else miserable to the point of suicide. She just liked messing around with them, making them dread seeing her in their doorway. There's a big difference, friend. | [atrb=width,200] |
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