van dousen, lydia marie

[lydia marie van dousen]

NAME ,

[/color] summer.
AGE ,[/color] fifteen.
CONTACT ,[/color] msn - [e-mail]
PLAY-BY ,[/color] candice swanepoel.
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NAME ,

[/color] lydia marie van dousen.
NICK NAMES ,[/color] lyds, dousen.
BIRTH DATE ,[/color] twenty-two, august 14th.
EDUCATION ,[/color] graduated high school, recently out of college.
HOMETOWN ,[/color] columbia, south carolina.
SEXUALITY ,[/color] bisexual.
MEMBER GROUP ,[/color] citizen
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FAVORITE FOOD ,

[/color] sushi.
THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ,[/color] boys, the beach, my bed.
FAVORITE SONG ,[/color] monster - lady gaga.
FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING ,[/color] peperonni.
LAST TEXT FROM ,[/color] ugh, the guy i went out with last night... i suppose he wants to meet up again.
RANDOM THOUGHT ,[/color] my back hurts.
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HISTORY,

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"well, i'm not sure who wants to know all that much about me, but i suppose i could go to the lengths of telling some of my past. my older brother and i used to live with my father, until we both moved out and went to college. our mother passed away when i was ten and he was thirteen. it's been hard, not having a mother and such, but i've managed. perhaps, not having her around led me to be the bitch that i am. we used to live in south carolina, but my dad was tired of seeing us all sad and locked up in the house, so we moved to california where my brother and i finished high school and went to college. i've done some modeling along side my career in journalism and very happy where i am. i'd like to one day become the editor for the paper... sounds lovely, no? there isn't much to me except i love boys, older men, younger men and having a good time is all i want to do. nothing and no one is going to stand in my way."


PERSONALITY,[/color]


manipulative, seductive, sarcastic, arrogant, cocky, self-centered, brave, cold-hearted, romantic, judgmental, competitive, defensive, protective, observant, intelligent, vixen, independent, slut, impatient, private, people pleaser



THE ETC,[/color]


hmmmm.
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Healey’s story seemed to be taking her into almost a reverie state of mind. It was odd to watch somebody become so enveloped in their own words, even if the audience was left unfazed. Serena, however, understood that only she could compose herself as well under particular ennui. She spoke of actions and reasoning, which was one of the first most logical statement that had ever emanated from those tainted lips. Serena’s eyes moved only slightly but with understanding and final acceptance. “And my reason is my own,” she stated bluntly, hinting at her irritated and irrational current state of mind. It was more of a warning, and the further minutes spent wasted away on some inconsequential conversation only further grew as an irritant. The fact remained that Serena would have much rather been left to her lonesome in solace so that she could contemplate the situations on her mind. Alas, Natasha Healey somehow always managed to disturb her in such desired needs. Sitting complacently back, there was no means of escape at this point.

It was plain that Healey’s irritation far exceeded that of Serena’s. It might have been amusing if the reason for such agitation did not concern herself. It was well known to everyone that Serena was reticent, reserved, and otherwise quiet. The joy of keeping her secrets to herself was what little she actually possessed. It was all that kept her content. It was selfish t reveal her secrets to those who would simply abuse them, and so she taught herself the utmost resistance since she was young. Speaking, she learned, only further promoted trouble for herself rather than to alleviate her burning soul. Calm, sangfroid, she lived life to what pleased her and that was all. Natasha Healey had been after her well-confined secrets for years, so much Serena was certain, but Serena made sure that none of her attempts were successful. It was obviously frustrated the other Slytherin until this point, where she even snapped at Serena, demanding the knowledge long forbidden. Serena simply watched her without a single expression evident on her face. It was her best quality.

She heaved a heavy sigh of boredom and impatience. “No, I do not care about you or anybody else in the world,” she admitted. “Are you satisfied with such words coming from my mouth, in the same monotonous tone of voice?” The question from Healey struck her not as odd, but as another prying inquiry as to Serena’s person. “Content.” That was the only word that could describe anything about her person despite the fact that it lacked in variation. There was no need to reveal to Healey what secrets lay in the back of Serena’s mind, and she was not willing to give them up. Slipping her hand into her sleeve, Serena extracted her wand and flicked it lazily at the fire, which caused the flaming locket to rise from the ashes and float in midair. The white-hot piece of metal floated straight into Serena’s hand. She did not even wince when the heated metal touched her skin, once more melting the soft skin of her palm.

As the metal cooled, she pinched the chain between her thumb and index finger, holding the dangling locket before her eyes. She did this to show Healey that the locket was unharmed, the elegant lettering of SOK flashing in the dim light of the common room. "You want to know," she said blandly. "You have always wanted to know." She said these words to emphasize the point of Healey's. Everything in despair due to the fire, like the piece of parchment, and yet nothing seemed to be wrong to Serena at all. Specifying what knowledge Serena was referring to did not seem necessary, for it was clearly indicated in the way she rocked the locket from side to side as it dangled there in her fingers.

Serena remained in her seat, internally stupefied at the turn of the conversation. Not only did she feel that Healey’s unnecessary prying was becoming an overwhelming amount of pressure, but her irritation grew steadily with each word that came from her lips. Serena, although not entirely with innocent intentions, remained so reserved as to keep away from even the personal lives of others. Her uncaring nature prompted this attitude but her arrogance insinuated that others should do the same - at least in regards to herself. The amusing factor, however, was just how increasingly frustrated Healey became with every unsatisfied answer to each of her obnoxious questions. Her demeanor was slowly degrading as her words became more desperate. Serena could tell without oblivion how demanding Healey’s conscience was becoming because of her unsatisfactory results, yet Serena was continually unwilling to sacrifice herself to the needs of somebody else.

Self-centered. That was not quite the word she would have used in describing herself; but then again, not many people could appropriately analyze themselves using appropriate words. “If that is what you wish to think of me.” That was her bland, emotionless response. She had observed in common nature that the opinion of others mattered so much to everybody even if they refused to admit it. Serena never admitted to anything and yet she remained unfazed as to the conditions under which she was regarded. The people around her, the ministry, even strangers seemed to mutter behind their hands and speak ill will of each other. It was so ironic how little people could recognize the cause of their own downfall. Serena refused to be allowed under that sort of pressure, the one kind that would cause the weak link within her. As Healey stated her opposition towards Serena’s response, a subject appeared in the conversation that angered Serena.

She looked up at Healey and fixed her with a cold, hard stare. “What about my parents?” she asked evenly. Not only did she not have any, but the fact that nobody knew about this was something she rather enjoyed keeping to herself. It lessened the rumors and augmented peace within herself. If there was one thing she loathed, it was pity, and that would be aroused within all those who took a look at her - it certainly had this affect with those at the ministry whom she was forced into discussion with for an hour once a month. She doubted that Healey knew anything about herself, but it was uncomfortable. No. You will fight this feeling. she told herself calmly. It matters little what she thinks or what she knows, for she will never know all. Yes, this perspective calmed her significantly and, as Healey further attempted to penetrate her mind, she recovered fully to her bland, passive self seated on the couch. “My business is my own,” she said in a bored tone.

The necklace, the very object in question. It was obvious from the moment Serena had met Healey that the girl desired its contents. It attracted her attention more than anything else, but Serena was disinclined to satisfy those desires. She said nothing in response to what was already so evident. She never regarded the necklace as anything prized or amazing, nothing beautiful or quaint. It was simply a heavy piece of metal that was attached to her neck on the sole basis of the secrets it contained. To Serena, the object was a blessed curse from hell that she would be faced with until the day she died. Too many times had she tried to destroy it, and yet it would not be destroyed. Healey wanted to know all, and that stupid smile plastered on her face made Serena irritated. “No.” she said flatly. Placing the heart in the palm of her hand, she held it up and thought about every memory she could - her parents, the screaming orphans, the blazing fires, the ministry episodes, her talks with Kurt, her battles. Every image flashed in her mind and, in doing so, triggered the locket. The piece of gold began to vibrate wildly in Serena’s palm, the gold turning white and hot. Eventually, the locket shot straight out from her hand and landed on the floor by Healey’s feet. “Would you want that around your neck?” she asked, bored once more, nodding towards the spazzing necklace on the ground and making no move to collect it.
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