Post by ryleigh chastity marino on Jan 19, 2009 22:42:00 GMT -5
RYLEIGHCHASTITYMARINO!
[/color][/font]
eva has been keeping it fly for fourteen years. she's been playing the game for four years and playing it the best with ryleigh. lucky she knows the password, with is admin edit
SHE THINKS I'M CRAZY,[/center][/font]
full name: ryleigh chastity marino.
age: sixteen.
grade: sophomore.
clique: artist.
nicknames: ryles, rhy.
sexual orientation: heterosexual.
JUDGING BY THE FACES THAT SHE'S MAKING,
[/color][/center][/font]height: five foot, three inches.
weight: one hundred and eight pounds.
hair color: dark brown, almost black.
eye color: brown.
defining features: her baby shaped face, her clothing style.
pb claim: selena gomez.
SHE CALLS ME SWEET HEART,
[/color][/font][/center]dreams:
• turn eighteen and move out.
• graduate high school.
• become an actress.
• getting out of dublin.
fears:
• her father.
• never getting out of dublin.
• never become an actress.
secrets:
• she's abused by her father.
likes:
• music.
• guys.
• california.
• her mother.
• beaches.
• summer.
• cold weather.
• warm weather.
• rain.
• sunglasses.
• sunny days.
• skateboarding.
• the italian language.
• jeans.
• curly hair.
• dancing.
• animals.
• freedom.
• day dreaming.
• reading.
dislikes: at least ten
• selfish people.
• smoking.
• smokers.
• 'judging a book by its cover'
• learning.
• living with her father.
• shopping.
• meat.
• lifting weights.
• know it alls.
• liars.
• cheaters.
• forgetting to brush her teeth.
• broccoli.
• chinese food.
• homophobes.
• racism.
• discrimination.
• rejection.
• excessive body piercings.
• blood.
[/ul]
I LOVE THE WAY SHE WAKES ME WHEN IT'S STILL DARK,
[/color][/font][/center]mother: heather marie calaghan, thirty six, actress.
father: bradley gregory marino, thirty nine, police officer.
siblings: half brother, nicholas robert marino, twenty four.
half sister, alyssen esme calaghan-thomas, seven.
hometown: solon, iowa.
relationship status: single.
[/ul]
AND SHE WATCHES THE SUN,
rp sample:
I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR
REASONS, I GOT NO ONE TO BELIEVE IN
you ask for my love then you push
REASONS, I GOT NO ONE TO BELIEVE IN
you ask for my love then you push
me around, so here's to you and your temper
[/size][/color]
that was it. it was all over. or at least about to be. she could hear her father and step mother's conversation as clear as if she were in the next room, but that may be because they were screaming everything they said. "get in the car," grace told her three children. only two of them had a biological relation to ryleigh, her half brother and half sister. oliver was three and didn't really know what was going on, so ellie (ryleigh's step sister), took his hand and led him out the door. esme would be torn, because she'd had a special bond with her father. apparently she didn't look too much like her mother to get hit. but, then again, esme's mother and ryleigh's mother were not the same woman. so that could be part of it. ellie called for esme, and this is when she'd sigh, give up, and follow her older half sister out the door. she heard not one more word from anyone downstairs. all she heard was the front door slamming shut, and a roar of agony from her father. shit.
she gulped, knowing what was coming next. they'd really left. for good. ryleigh just couldn't believe that. but when she stood up to look out her window, she saw grace putting two large suitcases into the trunk and buckling oliver into his car seat. she hoped they'd be back, but this time, she didn't think they would be. downstairs, she heard something crash to the floor and shatter. a vase? whatever it was, she knew why it had fallen to the floor. ryleigh tried to swallow, but her throat was dry as she heard her father's footsteps as they came up the stairs. one, two, three. four...five... four more...and he was...here. ryleigh's door swung open, and ryleigh stood in front of the window, though her back was turned to it. he took a step toward her, his expression serious. his face was red with anger, his fists clenched into balls. ryleigh's heart beat uncontrolabley fast, and she couldn't even bring her teeth to her bottom lip to nibble she was so afraid at that very moment. she pressed her back against the window when her father took a few more steps, until he was standing in front of her and ryleigh was as far away from him as she could be.
he picked his right hand up from his side and wrapped it under her chin, holding her jaw. it hurt just the way he held it, with as much force as he did. "why...do you think...they always...leave, ryleigh?" he questioned his sixteen year old daughter. she was so small compared to him, towering at six foot two above her. for a middle aged man, he was pretty in shape, too. no doubt about that. he could throw ryleigh out the window, probably. she hoped he wouldn't. she swallowed, but her throat was so dry it did nothing. she opened her mouth as if to speak, but she could think of nothing to say. she didn't want to make him angry. she knew exactly why they left, but if she told him that, he'd kill her. probably. "huh! why do you think that is, ryleigh?!" he yelled, as if she were across the street rather than a few inches from his face. "say something!" he ordered, letting go of her jaw. his eyes became soft all of a sudden, as if he were seeing something. "you look...so much...like her..." he mumbled, looking into her eyes as if he wasn't going to hurt her. he flared his nostrils and his face became tense once again. he clenched his fists, then unclenched them as he slammed his arm into the side of her face, causing her to fall to the side and crash over her bedside table.
from here on, ryleigh remembered little. she'd learned to try to block these things. the pain, the whole experience. she kept her eyes closed throughout it, and tried to picture herself somewhere else. somewhere nice. she pictured herself in the television room at her mother's house, in california. she imagined how she could smell the salty, beach air that was coming from down the street and through the open door across the room. she imagined sitting there with her mother and her siblings, half siblings, just playing...monopoly. yes, monopoly. she was laughing. they were laughing. she was happy. so were they. when she opened her eyes next, it was to the blur of the railing on the staircase flying past her, and then, nothing. she felt a sharp pain in her head, and then everything was black. the pain was not gone, certainly not. if anything, it was worse without her vision. "it hurts..." she whimpered, trying to move her hands to her head, because that would somehow help, touching it. but she couldn't move them. she could hear, that was it. she heard her father tell her to shut up, and the next thing was a siren.
when she opened her eyes next, everything was blurry. she heard sirens, but they were muffled. she heard a couple voices, and she turned her head and whimpered in pain. a face appeared above her and spoke, but she couldn't understand what the person was saying, and then everything was black. she opened her eyes to a big, white room. there was an empty bed to her left, and a large window to her right. it looked out on a snow-covered front lawn and an empty street. there were several chairs sitting below the window and one in the far corner. the room was empty except for ryleigh, and she drew in a deep, shaky breath. her eyes were wide, confused. why was she here? how did she get here? how long had she been here? she had so many questions. she tried to sit up, thinking she was fine, but was pulled back from the IV and all the other tubes stuck into her. she furrowed her brow as she tried to pull them out, but she didn't succeed. her head throbbed uncomfortably, not like a headache. it didn't hurt like a normal hurt, but it hurt like hell. she tried to reach her right arm up to her head, but she couldn't bend it. her eyes grew wide and she flickered her gaze to her arm, where it sat at her side in a white cast. she swallowed, even more confused.
it took her a little while to figure out where she was. it was obviously a hospital once her mind processed it, and she had a cast on her arm so that should help in figuring it out. she scanned her mind for why she could be here, and it flashed the last thing she remembered. it was like reliving what was happen, and she almost screamed, from fear and the pain. she opened her eyes to the empty hospital room again, relieved. she sighed and leaned her head back on the pillow, exhausted. she was safe here, but for how long could she be here? stay here? she couldn't for long, she knew that. and a broken arm? was that really the only reason was here? it just didn't make sense to her. she sighed, taking her left arm, which had a tube going into it. she put it over her eyes and groaned, her head throbbing from the light. it probably would've throbbed either way, though. she sighed, suddenly exhausted.
she wasn't sure exactly how she looked, but she knew it was bad. there was a large bruise on her cheek from where her father had hit her, and there was one as big as her own hand on her hip, from the edge of her bedside table that she'd been slammed into. she was sure her arms, her shoulders, were probable also banged up. a couple slightly transparents bruises in the making, most likely. she didn't know how long she'd been laying there, in the hospital bed with blue covers and white sheets. it could have been a year and she wouldn't have known. it wasn't though, she knew that. it was most likely a couple hours. looking outside, she could see the sun was high in the sky. so probably since last night, she assumed. it had been late last night, that grace and the kids had left. about ten o' clock. so had she been here since then? she didn't know, and all this thinking was giving her a headache. the sun made her head throb even harder, and she tried to adjust her left arm so it covered both of her eyes, but some little bit of sunlight always peaked through the crack. stupid sun.
if she hadn't been here long, could she stay longer? even the sun hadn't driven her crazy. yet. and there were probably curtains, she just couldn't get up. great. ryleigh hated feeling helpless. she liked to do things. she'd much rather have to lay in this hospital bed for the rest of her life than have to go home. she squeezed her eyes shut until everything was pitch black. she was exhausted, yes, but it wasn't the 'go to sleep' kind of exhaustion. it was the 'i didn't get enough sleep last night' kind of exhaustion. she knew that she could actually sleep here. sleep. really sleep, no interruptions, no waking up in the middle of the night because the house creaked because of the wind. no waking up and huddling in the corner on her bed with her arms wrapped around her legs so tight you'd think the circulation could be cut off. no waking up screaming because you'd had this nightmare that you're father was a drunk and beat you until you blacked out. what nightmare? oh, yeah. her life. except she obviously wasn't even given the mercy of having this all be a nightmare, because she could never wake up from this. she couldn't wake up, run down the hall crying into the arms of her wonderful father, who was actually a father, and cry until she fell asleep. there was no rubbing of her back, wiping of her tears.
tagged,, taylor brooks!
words,, 1,798.
outfit,, click, at least at the beginning.
then just a hospital gown, haha.
notes,, none.
lyrics,, tell me why, taylor swift <3
banner,, xo_bri of caution v2.
[/QUOTE]
anything else?: hustler.
[/center][/color]
BUT SHE'S THE ONLY ONE I'VE GOT MY EYES ON,
[/color][/font]this application was made by margi, aka DANCE WITH THE WIND ! of CAUTION 2.0! if you take this as your own, she will spaz. as will her totally stealth GFRAN, kristi. and kristi bites. oh but of course, lyrics from the song i must be dreaming, by the maine![/center][/size]
.
