CALLAGHAN, juliet sarah

[juliet sarah callaghan]

JULIET SARAH CALLAGHAN

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i will stand by you, i will help you through, when
you've done all you can do and you can't cope. i
will dry your eyes, i will fight your fight, i will hold
you tight, and i won't let go.

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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
well my full name is juliet sarah callaghan. juliet because my mom is in love with romeo and juliet. then again, it could be because she's a history professor and is absolutely in love with shakespeare. and sarah because that was my dead older sister's name. but most people just call me jules.
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm a seventeen year old with a level four eating disorder. i also have a little bit of a sleeping problem.
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
uh.... last i checked... i'm a girl.
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
straight. definitely straight.
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
yeah, i've heard that plenty of times. according to my friends back home, i look like erin heatherton. you know, that victoria secret angel? yeah, her.

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
well i have wavy dirtyish sandy blonde hair with olive green eyes and hazel flecks. i stand at 5'8, and weigh about.... well.... according to the records on the physical test, i weigh about 99 pounds. but to me, i feel like i weigh about 150 pounds.
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
well i'm a casual kind of girl. i like jeans and a t-shirt, but in the summer, you can usually find me in a summer dress. i'm a simple girl, but i like bright clothes, so that helps if you're looking for me in a crowd. i don't really wear anything fancy unless i have to.
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
my presence. apparently i have a strong presence. i can be wearing normal clothes in a crowd with my hood up, and you'll still notice that i'm in the room. maybe it's because of my personality. or perhaps my laughter.
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
well i really like to bite my pencils. i fidget a lot too. like, i can't sit still for too long. i swear i have add, but the doctors said i didn't. but i just feel really uncomfortable if i sit still for too long. i really like to bite my lip too. i don't know why, but it's a bad habit.
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
bubbly, definitely. or maybe friendly, but i think they go hand in hand. i'm just the kind of girl who just really likes to make the people around me feel happy..

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
well i'm not really an athletic kind of person. in fact, i'm probably the least athletic person you'll ever meet, but i do like to go for runs or work out at the gym. i love exercise, but i don't like any contact sports.
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
what i like.... hmmmm..... well i love the outdoors, modelling, sunny days, smiles, babies, rainy days, colourful things, parties, exercising, losing weight.... i can go on, but i think i'll stop there.
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
i hate it when people tell me i have a problem. i don't have a problem. i just like diets, okay? i absolutely despise people who always has to be right. seriously, just shut up. let someone else be right for once, sheesh. i also don't like hangovers, calories, being told i'm not allowed to do something. for example, being forbidden to exercise. sleepless nights annoy me, and being here can be counted on the list of my dislikes.
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
i was gang raped when i was fifteen. i never told my parents. not even my best friend whom was there at the party.
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm sincere. i'm nice to everyone i meet, and i try to help them as much as i can to the best of my abilities. i don't ever lie, and it always breaks my heart when someone's crying or they're in a foul mood.
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
i can be pretty fiesty. i get defensive a lot, and i just snap at everybody. i'm a bit of a hot tempered fireball. so try not to catch me in a bad mood, it won't be pretty for either of us.

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
well my dad's name is elijah callaghan, and he owns a chain of hotels. he's currently only fifty two, but he looks like he's in his late fourties. my mom's name is noelle callaghan. she's fourty eight, and she's a history professor at yale. i had a sister named sarah callaghan. i never met her. she died at the age of ten in a hit and run. and then a couple of years later, i was born. thus my middle name. and i have an older brother named damian callaghan whom is twenty three and is currently studying at ucla.
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
i have a maltese puppy named camaro, but he lives with my brother.
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
i'm originally from oxford england.
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at hawthorne?[/color][/font][/b]
well i basically collapsed on stage from lack of nutrition and vitamin during a fashion show, and it was all over the tabloids.
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
well i was born on august 21st, so it was a fairly sunny and humid day. i have an older sister who would have been twenty seven by now, but she died at the age of ten. i wasn't born when she passed away, but older brother had been four by then. so neither my brother nor i know her at all. except my parents. they loved her, and mentioned her whenever they could. i was always being compared to my older sister- even though she only lived for ten years and has been dead for a very long time now. still, it was always sarah this and sarah that. everything revolved around sarah. it pisses me off. but what am i supposed to do? i can't just talk ill of the dead, right? so i suck it up and let them compare me to my sister.

i got into modelling at a young age of nine. they first spotted me when i was performing in my elementary school's talent show. one of my classmate's dad was a producer of some sort. i did a few advertisements here and there, and as i grew older, the more offers i got. and soon i was just a regular model all through high school. i was kind of infamous that way, but i never really saw it as a celebrity life of sorts. to me, it was just me doing something i enjoy. during my sophomore year of high school, i crashed at a college party because both of my best friends wanted to go and decided to drag me along because having a model around would give them popularity status. and so i went, got a little drunk, and ended up getting raped. by multiple guys. their faces are blurry in my memory, but if i try hard enough, i'm sure i can see them clearly.

too bad i don't want to remember. i never told anyone- not even my bestest friend in the whole wide world. it was around that time that i started to count my calories and exercised a lot more. i wanted to get them out of me, and so i just continuously run, and try to flush them out of my system with just drinking bottles of water as my lunch meal. it kind of just got worst and worst, and i soon turned obsessed with counting my calories. i had to exercise and i constantly push myself to run more miles. nobody noticed anything. models were supposed to be skinny. i couldn't see that i was becoming too skinny. i still don't. i still think i'm fat. or at least i could get a lot more skinny. i don't like eating. it makes me feel nauseated.

but i don't have a problem, i swear. because i've been modelling since i was nine years old, i have been travelling all over the world just to do random photoshoots and ads. and within a few months after the incident, i was already at a very bad stage of anorexia nervosa. my parents never noticed anything because they're always too busy with work and all they could focus on was sarah. my brother.... well he tried to tell me that i had a problem, but i wouldn't listen. and then he soon moved to ucla to go to school, and we still talk, but he's never around to see that i've gotten worst and worst every day. up until that fashion show where i was walking down the run way and just collapsed. i was feeling fine but then before i knew it, i blacked out and hit the stage. and so my agent, my sponsors, the modelling agency, and my brothers forced me to attend hawthorne. i've been here since the start of junior year, and now i'm a senior and there has been little to no progress whatsoever.

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
ruby
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
eighteen.
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
six years.
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
none yet ;]
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
psht. i've been with sy for a while now.
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
i've missed sy <3
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookiemonster

Okay. So maybe her French grammar needed a little attention, but at least she could hold a decent conversation, and it wasn't like she butchered the sound- unlike the way most tourists do. Nor was it her fault that teachers make learning French feel like a chore. But it helped that her mother was French, so it was easier for Sarah to understand what people were saying. All that really mattered at the end of the day was that she understood the language, and could hold a conversation. Anything else was just a waste of time. She wasn't here to improve her French, or enhance her acting or singing skills. The sole reason for her enrollment to Sorbonne was because this was where her mother went to school. She figured, she'd feel closer to her this way. Little did she know, a murderer was roaming around school, probably happy to oblige teh reuiniting of mother and daughter. She wasn't sure why her brother had decided to come along, but she was glad he did. Even though she'd never tell him that. That's the beauty of siblings. You don't ever have to show it, but they'll always know that you love them. That was Zach and her. They try to stay away from each other as much as possible, but the second one of them was in trouble, they'd shoot down cops to see the other if it came to that. Which it probably would when it came to the Mcconaughey kids like these two.

Being only ten months apart, these two tended to act like they were actually twins. They were the biggest troublemakers around, and schools were always forewarned to never put the two in the same class together. They can only make that mistake so many times. But when their mom passed away... Well, Sarah just kind of lashed out at everyone- including her own brother- and just stopped caring for anyone. She pushed away everyone she could, and just alltogether stopped being nice to anyone. The two often faught, and even though they didn't hang out much anymore, the two still cared for one another. But it wasn't long before she just lost control of her life. By the age of thirteen, she had already been to more parties than a college freshman. She had slept with more guys than a prostitute. And she was tougher than a pro wrestler. So it wasn't a surprise that five years later, she was still the same person with a higher tolerance for alcohol than most guys altogether, had some expectations for those who wanted to sleep with her, and never backed out of anything without a fight. So perhaps she was going on a downward spiral, but why did that matter to anyone? There was no one around to stop her. Not her mother, obviously not her father, and her brother was just as bad.

By now, Sarah has learned how to judge a person without actually learning much about a person. All she needed to know was their expression, their body language, and their manipulation with words. For example, she could tell that Darius has had as much experience with situations like these as much as she has by the way he casually sauntered over here and bought her drinks as it was expected of him. And the way he kept leaning close to her did not only mean that he just wanted to be heard by her, he was trying to turn her on. She smiled politely at his response, nodding a little. He had to be sure if he was expecting to get some of her later in the night. It's what he's supposed to say. And she wasn't afraid to take the bait to his overused pick up lines. Darius' laugh was deep, and she had to admit, quite sexy. She wouldn't mind hearing his voice in bed every night. She sent the bartender her most innocent look, her eyes twinkling with laughter. The thing about being Sarah is that she had an innocent look going for her. Upon first look, you would most likely assume she was a super sweet girl that would no doubt give you a cavity. It wouldn't be until later on that they'd learn how wrong they were.

Her brown eyes averted back to Darius as the bartender filled up her cup once more. She could feel the gaze burning up and down her body, but she just leaned forward on the table, watching the bartender's gaze go down to her chest. She shook her head a little, a slight smirk on her face. He was too easy. That's no fun at all. They're too easy to toy with. It leaves no excitment for her, and then it ends up being a one sided pleasure thing. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Darius sending daggers at the bartender, resulting in her letting out a fit of giggles as the bartender moved at lightning speed to the other side of the bar. Claiming property already? Well that was fast. She casted him a curious glance, letting him take hold of her hand. She raised her eyebrow a little. Oh, so this guy did speak English. He had a thick French accent, but she understood him nevertheless. This time, Sarah leaned in close to him, just inches away from his face, "I bet that works on all the girls, doesn't it?" She whispered, an amused smile lingering on her face. Not that she minded. Hell, he probably slept around just as much as she had. Who was she to mind a guy using the same stunts on her?

No one special. They were just two strangers looking for a good lay with no strings attached. And she was just fine with that. She would do just about anything to forget about her mom or her asshole of a father. She shook her head a little at his rhetorical question. When you're in Europe, it's pretty easy to tell who was a tourist and who was a native. It was obvious that Sarah wasn't from around here, and sometimes that was a bad thing. Guys tend to take advantage of tourists. Especially American girls. But then technically, she wasn't American, now was she? But that didn't exactly mean that guys wasn't going to take advantage of her just because she was Canadian. Then again, though, if they were good looking enough and half as charming as this guy, she probably wouldn't have minded so much. She shrugged at him, "It doesn't really matter where I'm from, does it?" No need to exchange too much information. She wanted as little attachment as possible. She didn't particularly like learning names, but she did like hearing guys scream her name. But names were usually her limit. The less she knew about the guy, the less attachment there would be. And that's how she would like to keep things. Keep it anonymous.

Plus, it heightens the mysterious factor, and some guys tend to like hard-to-get girls. And Dani and herself were the best examples. Especially when they were around each other. Even though Sarah was completely straight, she still liked to make out with Dani. The first reason being it's fun. Second being Dani was a good kisser. And the third reason being that guys seemed to love it when they made out with each other. It turns them on. If only she was around now. She shook her head a little. Oh well. She kind of actually wanted this guy all to herself. So perhaps asking Dani to come would not be at her advantage. She smirked when she saw his eyes drop. She grinned at him, "Very. Very. Comfy." She could see that some guys in the club were already looking their way, but she didn't care about them anymore. The guy in front of her was what mattered the most as of now. She leaned in close to his face once more, her lips barely grazing his lips, "Does it really look like I'm all alone, Mr. Darius?" She asked, trying to hide her smile, all the while attempting not to shiver under his touch. You had to admit, any girl would be lucky just to have someone like him spend even a minute of his day on you. She smiled brightly at him, a small chuckle erupting, "And how do you know that I don't?" She asked, pursing her lips adorably.

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