Post by HAYDEN MARIE STONE on Apr 10, 2010 4:46:17 GMT
HAYDEN M. STONE
better wash my hands, clean of you
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS RACHEL and I HAIL
FROM EST TIEMZ!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PM OR ASK FOR AIM/MSN. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR TWO YEARS NOW!
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better wash my hands, clean of you
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS RACHEL and I HAIL
FROM EST TIEMZ!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PM OR ASK FOR AIM/MSN. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR TWO YEARS NOW!
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[/b] hayden marie stone* / FULL NAME
* / NICKNAMES[/b] hayy, hayhoe, whatever flips your skirts, she doesn't care.
* / AGE[/b] seventeen
* / GENDER[/b] female
* / JOB[/b] n/a
* / SEXUALITY[/b] heterosexual
* / MEMBER GROUP[/b] rebels
* / CONDITIONS[/b]
she's torched twenty one buildings and has a thing for public displays of indencency. conduct disorder and the beginnings of antisocial personality disorder. not to mention all the fights she seems to 'accidentally' pick
* / FACE CLAIM[/b] kristen stewart
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[/b] drugs, staying up late, over sized clothing, having the upper hand, winning, burning things, spray paint-ing, music, laughing (at you?)* / LIKES
* / DISLIKES[/b] watermelons, losing, authority figures, needles, waking up early, writing essays
* / POSITIVE TRAITS[/b] honest, fun, outspoken, charming, flirtatious, sneaky, gets things done
* / NEGATIVE TRAITS[/b] inscincere, decietful, agressive, lacks empathy, ocassionally egotistical [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/b] bangor, maine* / HOMETOWN
* / PARENTS[/b] annemarie elizabeth stone, 45, jack taylor davidson, 47
* / SIBLINGS[/b] seth michael stone, twenty, sara leanne stone, 16
* / OTHER FAMILY[/b] grandmother- jane amelia stone, 77
* / HISTORY[/b] at the beginning of hayden's life, you could honestly say it had somewhat of a normal touch to it. she was born in the normal way, courtesy of two normal parents, with one normal older brother three years ahead of her. that only lasted until she was barely two, and her parents weren't so normal anymore, most notably dad-apparently a second drunken night was not enough. it made its way to three, hence the birth of her younger sibling sara. "drunk" was the keyword here, as it seemed this drinking was a bit of a habit and really only increased over time, not to mention the side effects. it was pretty obvious when father dearest had slept around for the night, but hey, mom thought. he was young and he was just trying to break a bad habit. not so much, and that's what a five year old hayden knew. it wasn't always that simple was a phrase she learned at an absurdly young age when he basically, quote on quote, "accidentally" hit her mother the night before. in reality it scared the shit out of hayden as it would with anyone, he was basically becoming some non-serving part of the family, all they were doing was simply relying on the money he had. yes, the money. her mother was still working on securing the law degree she was previously earning- that was cut short because of a few bumps in the road early on- and dad, well. that was an easy one.
by the first day it was decided that the siblings should be handed over to their grandmother for however long a time, there was really nothing but a terrified expression on the face of hayden. she honestly had no idea what could happen without the supervision of the children, if you will, as small of a defense job they could give. their grandfather had passed but when hayden was merely three, thus the caregiving was left in the hands of a single guardian, who, for being somewhat older, did a relatively good job. that meant nothing when you hadn't heard from your mother in months. she sparsely called and if ever she did, it sounded awfully concerned and exasperated. it was only a matter of rather short time before it hit her that maybe she was in danger, like she suspected. maybe her mom needed help. and that was why she ran off one day, early evening, back to herhouse just out of curiousity and, well...care. when you were only nine it was probably a bad idea to even go that far, god knew what was happening. but hayden was born with some sense of recklessness instilled in her, so the probability of harming herself wasn't viable. you could say this was why she was just a bit surprised when she walked into a somewhat heated arguement slash fight between both of her parents, which only ended in her father leaving right before her. and it got better when she followed him outside to shout a "fuck you, bastard" pretty much on a whim, her dad never even gave so much as a passing glance. shame. lucky her mom didn't know about her run in with a small string of swearing, at that point promising her she would take care of everything. her mom reverted back to her maiden name, along with her children- it wasn't hayden davidson, it was stone. they barely had a cent to their names, but thanks to their generous and slightly wealthy grandmother, a few donations here and there was enough to help their mom finish her college career and secure a job for herself in some lower part of the law sect. of course, her hours were long, and even though she wasn't the oldest, hayden considered it her duty to keep everyone in a sane state for the time being. or normal. yeah, normal.
and it was so, up until the day the news was recieved. the news that her dad had been arrested for something...something with armed whatever. she couldn't remember. and yet another surprise in hayden's life; he wanted bail. well, of course that wasn't going to happen "over my dead body, jack" so they at least compromised so that he was able to see everyone, herself included. thus, when the day came when hayden did finally have to see him- hopefully for the last time, ever- he slipped in a few things which we won't get into, and blah blah blah. once again, this of course scared her shitless, but she kept it under control. that was, if you thought control was anything like vandalism and stealing whatever the fuck she wanted. eleven years old, yep. the arson didn't really start until...thirteen? and that was just the small stuff. the drugs...that was what, twelve? she didn't know. she didn't care, and no one was even there to notice. well, granted, her siblings might have realized the money from "various short jobs" in the neighborhood was actually just from stealing in whatever easy to reach and easy to break into stashes of money wherever they had them. at least she spent it on...okay, well, half of it went to her mom and half to the drugs other important things. but then one lovely day, in her top drawer, someone ran across the weed. yep. it was hush hush for a good amount of years; then hayden turned fifteen and it just became public. public everything, actually. she swore like a sailor and had skipped school plenty of times, at first by hiding in their backyard and claiming someone threatened her when it was honestly the other way around, and of course there was everything she did to the sides of buildings-burning them not included- and just in displays in general. lying was her thing, she was pretty manipulative, and it was all going just fine. until she got caught with her last, rather sucessful attempt at burning down some obnoxiously huge building of some sort. the only problem was she didn't get away fast enough. and for that she ended up here. the end.
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
