Post by driver taden on Mar 7, 2012 14:20:23 GMT -5
driver danielle taden
| [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 driver taden! i go by dry too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am 21 & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm heterosexual? & that I'm from new orleans? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, the velvet revolver is calling. see ya'! history She was born to Delilah and Evan Tanden. She was their first daughter and she would be their last, for they suffered an early demise. They were killed in a hit and run, and Driver lost any hope of having a normal life when they were pronounced dead on her first birthday. She was one of the lucky ones, for she did have other family members that were alive. She didn't have to go into the system, which many people believed to be a blessing. But Drive wished that she would have been placed there. It would have been better for her because her aunt was a complete wench. She was miserable and bitter that she had to take in a child that was not hers when she couldn't produce her own. She always hated her older sister for her accomplishments, and Driver was one of them. So, she hated Driver because she couldn't hate her sister in her death. That was just taking it too far. So Driver's life was miserable as a child. She ran away from home at twelve years old and has never looked back. She jumped from homeless shelter to homeless shelter, and when she started getting questioned she was sure to leave as soon as possible. People wanted to know where her parents were. People wanted to know if she had any guardians on the streets. People wanted to know why she wasn't in the foster system at such a young age. Driver never answered and she never would. She beat it out of those places as soon as she could, and when she turned sixteen it was then that she found where she could make her profit. She didn't want to be known for being a prostitute, but it was all that she could do to eat sometimes. She was starving because stealing wasn't what she wanted to do. She was good at it, but she felt extremely guilty doing it. So she turned to using herself for a profit. However, she was discovered by an agent that worked with the Velvet Revolver. He told her to contact him when she was legal, and Driver did. She's been working at the Velvet Revolver since she turned nineteen. She's one of the most skilled of the workers because she indeed needs to do a good job. She doesn't have another job to fall back on and she never will. She didn't even get her high school diploma so she knows that there is no way that she'd ever get another job. Driver's doing her best to survive and to get through her day to day. She still does not own a home and goes where she can to get shelter for the night. She hides her things in the back alley behind the Velvet Revolver so that she can change there afterwards, but she doesn't have very many belongings. Her money goes to food because she honestly doesn't make enough to sustain an apartment. She tried renting but it was cockroach infested and disgusting. The streets were cleaner than that apartment building. She hates that she doesn't have a place to call home, but it's a sacrifice that she has to make to survive. She's strong, but she's wearing thin. In her spare time, she has picked up a second business. She always used to steal cars and jump them as a youngster, stealing the cars for the men that she worked for in order for them to make a profit. She never got paid a lot, but she did bring in some money. She became a skilled driver, and can perform stunts with cars that many men find impossible. She's who they call when they need a getaway car even though some men are disbelieving. It's where she got her nick name because she never says her real name. That's part of the past that she doesn't want to remember, so Driver is her new identity. She's accepted the role with open arms and it's what she wants to do. It's who she wants to be from now on. personality She's a very quiet and laid back individual. She doesn't make a scene no matter where she goes, and it's her mysteriousness that gets her the most attention at her job. She knows how to be promiscuous even though she loathes it, and she knows how to act in order to make money. If a man pays her enough, she's supposed to go back to his place and she does. She does what is expected and required of her because it is what she needs to do. Driver doesn't have a choice, and she feels like she's trapped more often than not. She doesn't know how to fight against that because if she does, she'd lose the only job she's ever had. But her silence is often mistaken for stupidity, and she is often pushed around by the other girls and the owners of the Velvet Revolver. She hates the job but she's stuck. She forever feels like there's nothing that she can do to escape her situation and the helplessness feels like it's smother her. She hates feeling that way and she does all that she can to overcome it. Easier said than done. Her strength is what gets her through. She knows what needs to be done and that's a lot braver than she would ever give herself credit for. She's been in more awful situations because of her place of employment then she'd like to admit. When she's had a bad night, Driver will steal a car. It's most often the man's car that she was with, and she will drive until she can't feel anymore. It's what she knows and it's the only thing that brings her comfort. Her life has been one hell hole after another and she doesn't know the meaning of friendship. She has never had a friend to hold her hand, to tell her that everything will be okay, and that is also why she doesn't trust anyone other than herself. Other people will say it, but Driver is the definition of that statement. She doesn't speak unless she has to, and usually she's forced into saying something. She just does her job and goes to where she can find a place to sleep. It's a repetitive cycle, but she isn't sure how to get out of it. She's a defiant young woman however and will always stand up for herself if it doesn't mean ruining he profit. She knows how to defend herself well enough to keep herself alive, and she will put someone in their place if she can. However, she is a sweetheart to be perfectly honest. That shy, genuine side has long since been hidden away by years of hardship. She will never pity herself though for she got herself where she is now. She will do her best to overcome all odds because she is stubborn and she is aware of the world. | [atrb=width,200] |
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She was furious that he had spoken to her in such a fashion. It was derogatory and a language that Eli would never accept from anyone. She didn’t care that he was her boss. He could be president for all she cared and it wouldn’t make a difference. No one talked to her that way. No one. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to make him pay for thinking that he could speak to her like that. The anger was apparent in her eyes, and she was just like her brother when that looked surface. It took a lot to get a rise out of her for the most part, unless it was something like this. Eli knew how to control her temper, unlike some other people who lived in this household. It was obvious that Connor was one that was about to lose his control and she wanted him to. She wanted him to get as angry as she was, and it was simply just out of spite. Eli was not like one of the bimbos that he had hanging around this house for a good time. She wouldn’t give him a good time. Not unless he worked for it, and even then it was going to hurt.
Her rich blue eyes ignited with a defiance that was unmatched by any other. If there was one thing that stood out about Eli, it was her drive and her determination. It was her inability to feel fear, to feel sadness, to feel the emotional pain of anything and everything. She had shut herself down long ago. It had been to protect Jett and to protect herself. Her brother had needed her more than she needed to be there for herself when their parents had died. Their parents’ deaths were things that she had never dealt with and she planned to keep it that way because it was easier. There was no room in the mob for petty emotions. So, when it came to Connor now, there was no room to feel fear or panic. She wouldn’t allow herself to because there was no way that it’d ever happen. She didn’t feel fear when she went to run a gun, or to kill a target. Things got messy when fear was involved. Looking at Connor now, she couldn’t help but feel an attraction to his dark, mysterious look. His dark eyes smoldered after she broke the bottle, and she didn’t flinch as she felt the sharp glass slice across the palm of her hand. The blood came forward quickly and smoothly but she ignored it. She had something more important to focus on in front of her now.
Watching him, studying him, predicting him, Eli knew that something was going to happen. The rigidness of his body after she smashed his precious alcohol was obvious and apparent even though he tried to hide it. He was unsuccessful and she wanted to laugh at his pitiful attempt to keep his calm. Sure, to the untrained eye he appeared to be perfectly collected and cool. But Eli knew him and that was something that Connor forgot. She had been brought on because of her ability to study as well as her ability to kill. He was an idiot if he thought she didn’t do her research on the members of the mob themselves. She knew everything there was to know. Watching him, she heard his words and glared viciously. If looks could kill, Connor Selwyn would be cold at her feet. ”Do you have any idea how much that I don’t care? You don’t own me Selwyn.” She knew that he believed he did simply because he had taken her in from Ireland. She was intelligent and resourceful enough to make it on her own. She had done him a favor in accepting the role as a gun runner. Staring coldly at him, she wasn’t expecting his next move. That was her mistake and she’d certainly never make it again.
Her back slammed into the wall and she closed her eyes on impact. Breathless for a moment because of how hard he had forced her, she opened her fiery eyes. Feeling the familiar cold blade of a knife against her neck, she looked him straight in the eyes. Still there was no fear in her own, and instead of looking shocked, a sick, twisted smile worked its way onto her face. Leave it to Eli to smile when the mob boss has a knife against her throat. No one else would be stupid, or reckless enough to do such a thing. But this was Eli here. ”I won’t be paying for that Connor. You are sorely mistaken if you think I’d willingly give you anything for something as petty as that.” She said honestly and sharply, challenging him once again. Eli thought and acted well under pressure, so as he held the knife to her throat, she brought her right hand up quickly. It enclosed around his wrist and she sent her other elbow straight for his abdomen while holding his wrist in her other hand. Applying the correct amount of pressure, she hit the points in his wrist that would hopefully make him stand down. This fight had just started and Eli wasn’t backing down. She was ready for whatever he was going to throw at her. ”Are you going soft Connor?” Her blue eyes not only looked into his eyes, but she looked down to his lower region as well, making insults about his inability to get it up, which would definitely irk him. She waited now, wondering what he would do.
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