{{desordre chaud

[désordre chaud]

Desordre Chaud [[shaye]]
sixteen . living off daddy's money . wicked lovely

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character name - - -

desordre chaud,, [changed it legally at fourteen]

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character nicknames - - -

shaye ,, wicked lovely ,,

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character age - - -

sixteen,,

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character personality - - -

coy . manipulative . sweet . innocent . ditzy . introverted . complicated . trust issues . wicked . loving . snappy . rude . honest . shallow

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character history - - -

soo, let's do this without getting sappy, hmm? i'm desordre chaud. you're probably like huh? what the hell is that supposed to mean? well it means hot mess in french. but hold your horses, jeez, we aren't that far yet.

okay, so i was born sixteen years ago, december second. that's no fun, right? it shoulda atleast been closer to christmas. but anyway, mommy and daddy were just dandy, i was their second little mishap, and i guess they were loving it. they must have been hyped up on like depression pills or something. anyway, i had a brother, three years older than me, whose name is sean creed. yep, that's my real last name, creed. kind of funny, huh? anyways, we had a cozy little cabin in a small close-knit town in colorado. and for the first two or three years of my life i was happy as could be, nestled up there in the middle of no where. my dad was a non-alcoholic. and that might seem unimportant right now but it plays a big part in my history. so yea, moving on.

when i was six, me and my brother were snowboarding at a local ski-hill, waiting for a ride home, and my dad showed up drunk. neither of us really understood anything, we were just scared. he was acting insane, and he was angry. i found out later that him and my mom had gotten in a fight, and he'd gone to a local bar and taken a drink. a first since they'd been married. that one was followed by another one. and another one. it would have been so much better if he'd just stayed at the bar and mom had picked us up.

anyways, my brother was pissed. at my dad, you know. for showing up drunk. he was a very responsible nine year old. i watched while he screamed at my dad, and my dad got out and started pummeling his face. i didn't know what to do, so i stood there and cried. eventually one of the ski-slope people came out and pulled my dad off him. it was an unreported incident, bless that ski-slope person. but it got worse, he would beat my mom, and my brother, and sometimes me. eventually when i was thirteen my parents got a divorce. my mom disappeared. i honestly still don't know where the hell she went.

so lucky us we got to live with daddy. i never said their names did i? my dad was Louis Scott Creed, my mother was Teresa Creed. and before she decided we weren't good enough, she was an awesome mom. she was always there for us. i guess we were bad judges of character. musta been. sooo, my dad came into some serious money once his mom died, and we moved to a new york penthouse. he was out all the time, neither of us decided to ask where he went. sometimes he would come home drunk and we would get those lovely beatings. my brother was very protective, and he wasn't afraid to stand up to louis, bless him. we both went to private school, although most of the time we were skipping. i was kind of a messed up little girl, i slit my wrists and i drank. alot. my brother worried about me, but he drank too so he must not have been too worried. or atleast that's the way i look at it.

my lowest point was december fifth, when i just turned fifteen. i'd had my name legally changed to desordre chaud("'hey dad, i'm going on a field trip, sign here, please?'"). what can i say, i liked french. and it fit. anyways. i was in a bad place, my mom had sent a letter to us saying she missed us and here were some presents and oh did i mention she missed us and sorry she couldn't come see us but she missed us. it was bull shit. the whole thing was. not to mention i was having some boy issues. i came home from school in a fit and decided to carve out some words on my wrists. mostly i cut on my hips or thighs, so it was blank canvas. i decided on the words lovely wicked. they were deep, oh hell they were deep. and it hurt so good. i poured rubbing alcohol over the cuts and tada! now i have scars/tattoos that say lovely wicked on the underside of each wrist. i think they're pretty snazzy, if i don't say so myself.

my brother came home, i freaked at the sound of the door opening, i thought it was my dad. he didn't know i cut, and i doubted he would care, but i got scared. i pulled on those fuzzy cuff things skater girls wear. they got pretty stained, but they covered it. my brother was drunk, he had a friend with him i knew. his name was allen, and he was pretty damn hot. i knew him from school he was a grade above me and therefore one below sean. my brother wanted to know what was wrong(in a drunken, stupid way) and we started sitting and talking together. one thing led to another and i ended up making out with allen. my brother watched while he practically raped me. i was a virgin, and i didn't want to go that far, but i guess i didn't have a choice. i never really forgave sean for that.

i thought about suicide, i even wrote the note, but i decided there were still lots of things i wanted to do. so i left. and i left that night. i bought a one way ticket to miami, and decided to let the taxi man take me wherever he wanted. and i ended up here. tada, that's my story. rich ole' daddy sends me a check once a month, so i'm not really in a financial situation here. i don't know where sean is and i don't care. i'm just trying to take care of me right now. and i think i'm doing a pretty damn good job, if i don't say so myself.

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all about you - - -

ooc name: sedona, or crimson =] [btw, i haven't roleplayed in sooo long, so this was probably a lil rusty. sorry bout that, haha(:]
pb being used: hanna beth
years of experience: ahhh oh gosh like five? i think. bout that.
membergroup: student

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[i'm writing this off the top of my head, i don't want to go find an old post of mine P: btw, since the history is so long, i'm gonna make this kind of shorter. haha i don't whoever decides to read this die of boredom.]

"lulu?" i could hear gum snapping on the other end of the line. i rolled my eyes, salty streams staining my enV touch.
"i'm leaving." silence.
"what?" she didn't sound alarmed, or even sad to hear i was leaving. just confused. figures. i cried harder, but wouldn't let it touch my voice.
"i'm LEAVING. are you stoned? god, listen to me. i'm leaving."
"what?? why? what's wrong?? is it your dad? ugh, i'm gonna like friggin re-"
"LULU! it's not my dad. it's, well nevermind. i have to leave. i can't be here anymore. but i'll miss you like hell, girl." silence. again.
"do you have to?" she was whispering.
"I thought we were gonna move to hollywood together? you know, start a band, all that stupid bullshit we talked about." she sounded like she was gonna cry. and i really didn't need anymore crying. i was pretty sure i had that category covered.
"can i come in your suitcase?" i loved lulu. she was actually serious about coming in my suitcase, too. i cracked a smile, and cried harder.
"sorry, lu, i don't think so, not this time." my voice cracked.
"I gotta go." it was just a raspy whisper, and i hung up the phone quick before she could answer. this was hard enough as it was. i chucked my phone onto my round, plush bed and started grabbing handfuls of clothes off the ground and throwing them to wear my phone was sitting. the sun was setting out my penthouse window, casting bloody colors over my furniture. i jumped over piles of crap to my closet and pulled out my louis vuitton suitcase, throwing it to the bed next to all my clothes, that i proceeded to shove in the suit case. i grabbed my make-up from the bathroom and a few other things; a string of photos with me and lu in 'em, a picture of my family all together, a few blades. just in case.
oh wait, whoops. airports, right. i pulled the blades out and stuck them back on the counter in the bathroom. i was ready. well whaddya know that only took about thirty minutes to pack up two years miserable living. i glanced around the room. i wouldn't miss this place, not at all. it wasn't a home, it was a cage. and i was getting out. the thought made me want to squeal. in a happy way, haha. i slid the skater cuffs off my wrists and wrapped them in some medical tape i'd found under the sink. i threw the ruined cuffs on my bed. they didn't need a note, like they'd even notice i was gone. i pulled my suitcase off the bed and wheeled it to the kitchen, grabbed my dad's AmEx Platinum card off the top of the cabinets, and peeled out into the hallway. i was practically running down the sleek marble hallway. i grabbed the elevator while it was closing and pressed the L button about twenty times. i was making a break and it felt better than everything, even cutting. the elevator dinged and got out, sashaying across the lobby towards the huge revolving doors.
"hey!" a hot hand clamped on my shoulder. i spun around, getting ready to friggin sock someone in the stomach. i was leaving! why did someone have to ruin it? it was sean. i froze, stiffened, and stared at him calmly.
"what're ya doing? takin' a vacation? can'i come?" his voice was slurred and he smelled like booze. he laughed at his own joke.
"do i look stupid to you?" i seethed, "i'm not staying here with you and dad. not now, not ever. bye sean." i turned around, and flinched when i heard another voice.
"hey baby, what's the rush?" allen grabbed my shoulders from behind, his hands were clamps. he slid them down around my waist, i grabbed his hand and threw it off.
"stay away from me, you pig." i hissed, without turning around. i just wanted to go. my eyes were starting to water, and i would not let them see me cry.
"hey now, you didn't seem to think i was a pig back up there." his voice was slow and smooth, a fake promise of security. a tear snaked down my cheek and the same saying that they always tell you not to think kept sneaking into my head. i hate myself. i hate this. i hate my life. i whipped around, sean was giggling giddily.
"bye sean." i said sadly. i turned around and pushed out the door. it was over.