Post by jennifer violet caya. on Jan 31, 2010 21:01:23 GMT -5
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AGE ,[/color] seventeen
CONTACT ,[/color] pm pls?
PLAY-BY ,[/color] camilla belle
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NAME ,[/color] jennifer violet caya
NICK NAMES ,[/color] jen
BIRTH DATE ,[/color] twenty, april 1st
EDUCATION ,[/color] college kid
HOMETOWN ,[/color] barcelos, portugal/portland, oregon
SEXUALITY ,[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP ,[/color] briggs uni student
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FAVORITE FOOD ,[/color] mom's spanish food
THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ,[/color] blackberry, music videos, crazy core skittles
FAVORITE SONG ,[/color] sex on fire, kings of leon
FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING ,[/color] plainnn
LAST TEXT FROM ,[/color] an 'old friend' let's just say
RANDOM THOUGHT ,[/color] i don't like green day very much...
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HISTORY,
april 1st on a rainy day in barcelos, portugal when i was born to cristiano caya, and moro povich-nacrova. it'd been a day they've been waiting for because after three boys they were hoping for a girl, and a girl they got. growing up in barcelos, i'd always been closer with my brothers, and i'd always had a bit of an edge to myself. when i was eight we moved over to portland, my father the caya trade company tycoon, was shifting his headquarters to a much more fruitful host in portland, oregon and it was there that we were set to move. it was goodbye to my family, and friends in portugal, and off to america.
growing up portland was surprisingly normal, nothing really too different. it was a nice city, not huge with all the hustle and bussle like new york, but just enough. i was only nine when we moved on over, but i'd blended in pretty quickly. i'm a people person by nature so its not that hard. i'd met one little boy while i was in portland who became my best friend to this day, his name is caden nikols, and the first time i met him was only because he pushed me into a hill of dirt by a house that was being made that all the kids played by, and i wanted nothing to do with him. but he came over the next day and apologized, and the next day to make sure that i was okay, and then the next day because apparently he 'liked my dog'. but after a while he came over to hang out with me, and despite teasing from my older brothers we were on our way to being best friends and to this day we're still inseparable. i'll be moving out of the dorms for junior year in college next year and he's been looking for a roommate, and now that he's a senior in college next year he'll be looking to finish up, and make the apartment ready for after college. he offered me the other room which i'll be taking. i'm pretty excited.
PERSONALITY,[/color]
laid back, genuine, upfront, contradictory, short tempered, sweetheart, pensive, careful, dedicated, ambitious, independent, goal-oriented, organized, cleanly, kind of OCD-ish, ambitious, nostalgic, unsure, vibrant, blunt, magnanimous, liberal, reserved, modest, empathetic, selfless, reliable, impatient, reminiscent, doesn't open up to anyone, daring, unpredictable.
THE ETC,[/color]
my father's been fighting a reoccuring skin cancer after having melanoma. he's been to countless treatments and most have worked and sent him in remission for about a year or so, before it tends to come back. we don't understand what it is in his body that keeps bringing it back. its the point where no one in my family knows which time it'll be here to stay, and do serious damage. did i mention somewhere in there that i have to deal with the difficulty of somehow mentioning to my bed friend i'm in love with him? no? did i miss that? well yeah.....that has to be done too.
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Sensations often came in many different variations, of this Norah was knowledgeable, but in this case, experience held no justice. More than half the time she'd been sitting here, her heart had been pathetically trying to jut itself from within her restricting chest cavity, to escape for the euphoria of the pleasant cafe air. Their hands connected together produced none other than a feeling of fire and ice colliding for the burn of their skin touching and the ice of them sticking together in perfect harmony. It was wrong in so many ways, but right in so many others. A feeling that couldn't be conveyed with all the words in a book, or the shots of a movie, something you just had to experience to know. It was poetic really, but complex to understand. Norah's mind was caught in a tassle of strings, each having a different importance, and only getting caught together more as she struggled to make some sense of them, and keep them orderly. But there was no such luck for her. She wasn't about to tell him to shut up, but Elliot's nicely uttered words only set her mind in a further tangle. She was making it worse for herself as well as their fingers played in a choreographed dance, each doing their part simultaneously with movements enough to make the other's heartbeat try for a triathlon. Norah noted the softness of the skin of his hand as her thumb lightly grazed the organ, tracing the neat patterns of a circle along the skin. As he spoke, her eyes took in his wonderfully sculpted features. The soft skin of his hand stretched along his frame, reaching his face with a few dark brown birthmarks here and there which added character to him. His almond shaped eyes that held within the warm orbs that penetrated her so. And he didn't have a girlfriend why??? Norah was sure that would've made things a lot easier to deal with... or rather harder.
Throughout their conversation, Norah could feel Elliot's hand clench hers at moments of climax, but then loosen in the slightest, though in no way releasing their hold on her own fingers. If this were any other day, she wouldn't have run into Elliot at all, in fact, the only time she would've seen him would've been at someone's house party, or by chance a local club where they would've greeted each other, had a drink, caught up with one another, and maybe move onto the dance floor where they would press against one another in ways that would make Aiden mad. But hey, it was only a dance right? This was different. Different in a way that was making Norah believe that meeting up at the club, going to casually hang out, or have her drag him shopping like her slave, many time she had done that before. Who would've thought that a simple club meeting, and maybe a little promiscuous movement would be idly preferred over a conversation at the coffee shop? Certainly not Norah, but as she sat here, thoughts of Aiden filled her head. He wouldn't be very please to see this, Norah's hand running comfortingly over Elliot's own hand and wrist, the action being warmly reciprocated on her own. Not one bit, he wouldn't. But Norah couldn't deny that she was pleasantly surprised with Elliot today, the information that he was sharing, how caring he was turning out to be, it was so un-Elliot, a different side of him that she was feeling extremely privileged to be able to see. She had a feeling not many people were given the opportunity. As she apologized, she felt that she must've disturbed him a bit, but wanted to question why. He straightened up in his seat, his spine straightening, and a sigh releasing from his lungs as his fingers loosened themselves from within hers as if he were trying not to be seen like this. But she remained where she was, her eyes inspecting him, as her hand roamed around his wrist once more. Norah watched, satisfied as he slumped lower into the seat, she could feel his fingers tighten within her own, and his spare hand began to roam along her own forearm, his larger fingers tracing shaped along her hand as she'd been doing before. She could feel her breath idle in her throat, and she struggled to encase the feelings she were having into the pit of her stomach. With a hard blink of her eyes towards the table she made her suggestion,; to rekindle his connection with his sister and nephew. If they were such a big part of his life, then why would he not try anything to have them back? This confused her, and her puzzle expression began to show as he explained why, ” it’s … it’s not like that, though, norah. i drove her away, it was my mistake that drove her away. however much i appreciate it, i don’t deserve your sympathy” he was being too hard on himself, of this Norah was positive. She'd been there, where he had been when he'd lost them, uncontrolled, and alone. Norah was aware of the angered tone in Elliot's voice though it was low, and barely there. She didn't mean to anger him, ” if i went to find her, i’d just get even more disappointed, because she wouldn’t want to see me. i can’t do that to her and aiden” she watched sadly, as Elliot's head dropped, and his fingers stopped their motion along her skin. Her heart wrenched in her chest at him feelings. Did he really think that? Georgia was family, and Aiden was undoubtedly an object of his affection, by seeing the new person Elliot was, Norah had no doubt that she would want Elliot back in her son's life. She wanted so badly to speak, to encourage him more, but by her earlier words she know that she had frustrated him, and she was afraid that with any other words of encouragement would only aggravate him more. She didn't want that in the slightest.
Leaning over the table a bit more, Norah didn't focus on the proximity they were caught in, but more that they were on the same level. She removed her hand from his wrist, and took the liberty of reaching over and placing her hand beneath his chin and guiding it upwards to face her before laying it down on the table. Her eyes jutted into his, emerald to his auburn, each color sweeping through the other cleanly picking up any place they'd never roamed, "elliot, she's your sister. she loves you, she knows how great you are, and she knows how much you love aiden. she'd want to see you, i'd even go as far as to bet that she worries about how you are everyday. maybe she's just afraid. i know exactly where you are, elliot. how you're feeling. i was there," pulling her head back just a bit, she looked down to their entwined hands over the light wood of the table as her mind flashed horrible images of her when she'd first come to Palm Beach, how she'd acted. She swallowed a bit, before opening her mouth to speak, "when i'd first come to palm beach after my father died, i didn't know how to handle anything. i wanted to get away from it all, and so....i turned to parties, and all the alcohol. i brought boys home at late hours of the night with no consent to aaron and how he would take it. i was horrible. and over time i realized just how horrible i'd become. i got brought home in a cop car. i'd never thought of how my father would feel if he saw me. how right my mother would feel if she saw me, like she'd been right for leaving me, but i opened up to aaron, and things just changed from there you know?" Norah's eyes flickered from the table softly up to Elliot's eyes again, as she placed the free hand she had back over their tangled ones, "i swear, you'll feel so much better if you go to her. tell her, and show her how you've changed, and how much you miss them. she can't deny you, you're family," Norah looked into his eyes deeper, trying to convey just how right she could be about this. he'd gain so much more, and she'd wanted him to be happy more than anything right now.
Norah gave his hands a soft squeeze and a hopeful look before she sat back in her chair a bit, and looked over and out the window, the cars passing by, and the people going about. She sighed, and before turning back to Elliot. She knew the mood had taken a deeper turn, and she wanted to brighten things up a bit. Slinging her bag on her shoulder softly, Norah cleared her throat, turning herself back to face Elliot, she threw on a smile, leaning her elbows on the table hopefully giving Elliot a look that she couldn't refuse, "what do you say we go do something a bit more upbeat hmm?" giving his hands yet another gentle squeeze before she grabbed her coffee and stood up, her grip not releasing his fingers just yet. Moving over to stand a bit in front of his seat, she attempted to pull him from the chair he was sitting in. Once he arose to his feet, she smile before dragging him out of the coffee shop, and out to the street releasing his hand once they got to the sidewalk where they'd bumped into each other not too long ago. Turning to him, Norah raised her eyebrows, "Destinations, pick one, let's go," she spoke quickly as she looked up to him. Her cellphone began to vibrate within her purse continually. She hoped that Elliot couldn't hear it and notice her blatantly ignoring it. She didn't feel like having any kind of interruptions right now. Whatever it was would have to wait til later.
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