i'm feeling pathetic, i can't take rejection

[DESTINY ADDISON JACOBS]

There was something about a girl who didn’t do much more than take her clothes off and keep herself covered in paint. Sure many people wouldn’t really understand her, she was a girl whom did well in both of her passions, one was dancing, which just so happened to have to deal with her taking 90% of her clothes off on a stage, the other was painting, sure she never really did much in painting field, she had been told for the last few years that she was good at it, and that she could easily do well in it, yet she couldn’t turn her back away from the friends that she had made in the business that she was currently in, and the money was brilliant, it helped her greatly with the bills, seeing as her parents didn’t pay for anything, because they kicked her out long ago, when they had found out about her current profession. She really couldn’t blame her parents who would want to admit that they had a stripper for a daughter? If they let her out on her own, it was least likely of people to ask them about Destiny. Sure it hurt a bit when they didn’t want to keep her, when she was so young, but she had grown up and matured faster by being on her own, and learned how to deal with things better.

Sure she was aware that she probably should get away form her current job, it wasn’t the best of things to be around, exposing herself and her body to the world, but it was just in the job description, it wasn’t like she went around being a bitch or being a slut after work and sleeping with random strangers, she had a bit of standards, she had to know the person for awhile before she even would consider sleeping with them, well in most cases, there were the occasional random hookups, but that was rare, and she was trying to quit that habit, because it made her out to be a bad person, and her friends really didn’t like to see her being any more stupid than what she already was, with her drinking and smoking problem. Yet, what normal teenager didn’t have those problems anyways, it wasn’t like they were constant trends, that caused problems for kids everyday, at least she wasn’t going around shooting needles up her arms. Which she found was ever so pathetic anyways.

Destiny walked arms linked together with her two gal friends, Harley and Roxy. They giggled as they passed cute guys, smiling brightly as they passed, and peering over their shoulders, wondering together if the guy was single and maybe if they should go back and try and talk with him. They never did. Roxy let go of Destiny’s arm and skipped forward towards the food court, singing her new found song called the food song, completely made up and probably one of the weirdest things that many people would have heard, personally Destiny and Harley knew better. Roxy waved them towards her, a bright and energetic smile on her face as she bounced in front of the counter. ”take a pill Roxy.”

[/color] Destiny told her friend with a grin, ordering herself a some fries, as the others ordered the same. They weren’t super hungry, just wanted something to do while they waited for something more appealing to come by.

The group of girls, took a seat at their normal food court table, it was tradition to always sit here. They all giggled and laughed about inside jokes that they have had for ages since they had known one another, talking about whatever could cross their minds. Destiny smiled. ”So I met this guy.”[/color] the other girls stopped talking, leaning forward with their eyes wide as they looked at her hungry for more information. ”OMG? What? Oh.. NOT LIKE THAT.. “[/color] she tried to explain exasperated, they thought that he was a new crush. Harley and Roxy leaned back in their seats looking disappointed, there was nothing more that they loved than guys in general, and crushes were the greatest of all gossip among the two other girls. ”Just someone I talk to a lot?”[/color] she told them, dipping the fry she had in ranch as she looked up. ”Speak of the devil.”[/color] Destiny muttered under her breath, Roxy was the first to turn around and look, Harley’s eyes soon looking for herself. ”OH! He’s cute! OH OH!”[/color] Roxy bounced. ”Dare you to hook up with him.”[/color] Harley sneered. Nothing more that Destiny enjoyed than a good dare. Destiny looked at both of her friends, looking back and forth between them, Roxy’s bouncy pleading look, with Harley’s arms crosses as she eyed her friend, searching her soul. Grumbling, Destiny, grabbed her purse and slowly walked over, taking a seat at the other table. ”Hey!”[/color] she smiled brightly giving a small wave. ”Finally get to meet the ‘mysterious’ Mr. Brooks.”[/color] Destiny joked, eyeing him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

so i have made this thread for the lovely brooks, whom is played by the lovely hadie!. now this is fairly simple of a post, but it is complete with exactly eight hundred and thirty four words. destiny can be found wearing this minus crazeh eye makeup lovely set of clothing. and that the music to help me with this thread is kesha. finally the notes I have are ”I find it funneh her friends. XD that. And I cants waits for them. (always says it.. But she loves couple threads. XD)” . also. images are all by me. take i eat you. xD.

[CLIFFORD GORDON BROOKS]

he was wandering the mall, alone, his eyes wandering, lingering on others passively. his expression was, relatively bored. he wasn’t quite sure why he’d even bothered coming to the mall today. he didn’t particularly need anything, he hated shopping of any sort. so he now was just wandering aimlessly about. but, brooks liked to pretend that he didn’t enjoy studying people. watching, analyzing, and … mocking. but it wasn’t that he thought he was better than anybody, it was more or less the fact that everybody else was so immature really. brooks had no troubles communicating with adults, the intellectual ones anyway. he just enjoyed real, conversations, rather than the idiotic banter over llamas and ducks or whatever else teenagers seemed to find amusement in. brooks just wasn’t that type of guy though. he found it …stupid most of the time really. but maybe, this was just the reason he didn’t tend to keep a lot of friends, a few acquaintances at most, but he was generally the loner type. not that he minded this at the least. he liked being alone most times, liked the quiet in his head.

besides, he usually ended up pissing or annoying someone or other every time he did attempt socializing. brooks was known for saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing, and not realizing he’d been offensive until much later, when someone were to point it out and call him on being rude. the main problem was, that he had so much to say, and absolutely no idea how to say it in a nice, social, friendly way. most times, brooks just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, no matter if it was particularly nice or not. but brooks didn’t go out and search for people to tick off, he was actually a nice guy, despite the fact that he was dreadful with first impressions. people generally just got a bad vibe from brooks, or so they would say. but they also said the boy was crazy, because he was a little … different. he had odd habits, and was a little bit of a perfectionist to the core. he had a very mild, untreated case of ocd, even though he’d never actually been medically checked out. and they said he was too smart for his own good, because he – knew things most people didn’t, or because he’d skipped a grade. and yes, while this may have been true, it wasn’t necessary nice of them to have to constantly point it out. but he’d grown up a little now, and brooks had taught himself not to care very much for what other people thought. in fact, he cared very little nowadays, besides the select few really that he called friends, brooks couldn’t find it in himself to care what other people said about him. and really, they seemed to stop caring themselves, so everybody just sort of left him alone now.

he wasn’t quite sure where else he ought to go. he’d already wandered the computer store earlier on, even pondered the music shop for a while. there hadn’t been anything he was very willing to purchase though. music shops at the mall always sucked. home? it seemed like his best option at the moment. or else, he could wander, for just a bit more… brooks paced himself as he found his legs taking him to the food court. he took himself into the mcdonalds line, ordering his cheeseburger combo, with strict orders to hold the onions, and pickles.

he carried his tray with two hands, (miraculously) finding an empty table with the least leftover crumbs he could find. he placed his tray overtop the mess, wrinkling his nose just slightly at the mess. brooks scratched the back of his head, taking a clean napkin and wiping the seat clean, making sure there was no more dirt before he sat down. he was a little mysophobic to say the least. he didn’t like germs, didn’t like touching dirty things, nor sitting on them. brooks proceeded to straighten his burger, fries, and drink, making sure they were perfectly aligned. he unwrapped his burger delicately, unfolding slowly, so that there were the least number of wrinkles possible, and the burger lay perfectly in the centre of the square wrapping paper. he was focused, positioned, and just about to bring the heavenly cheeseburger to his lips for the first time when … hello blonde. and brunette, as he could see through to her highlights underneath the blonde. her hair held wild, loose waves, if you could call them waves. perhaps, twirls, a prettier sounding word, was more appropriate. she was pretty after all, that much was very bluntly, obviously there. tight little body, from what he could see, it was rather nice, but he tried not to stare. he was a little preoccupied with trying to identify the girl, and how it was that she knew his name at all. where, and when he’d met her. but it was clear, when she said “mysterious” who she was. the chat room girl … destiny.

”no mister, it’s just brooks actually.” he insisted, feeling a bit like a broken record. he’d said this a few too many times. ”and you must be destiny, right?” pun. he wondered, if it was merely the fact that he was a complete nerd, that he found the way he said that amusing, or if it was actually a funny joke. well, it entertained him enough, and he allowed for a mild grin to reach his lips. a strange combination of playful mocking and absolute dork, that was clifford brooks in a nutshell.

tag ! ashyface with destinyyy
outfit ! coming soooon
boombox ! daphne loves derby.

[DESTINY ADDISON JACOBS]

It was easy enough to be herself, she was bubbly, energetic who had been manipulated to become someone who has been easily addicted to many forms of different things, from smoking to drinking, to even being a stripper. Sure she loved her job, as odd as that was, to be seen in a club with a bunch of old men, drooling and their mouths agape with wonder, it was silly. She liked to talk to her friends during breaks, and see which one of the males were more wasted, or which ones was probably one of the lamest tippers and maybe they should have them banned. All the people around them would think that they were stuck up bitches, who just did it for the money, they liked to be on the stage was really why they did it. Destiny really wasn’t sure exactly the reason as to why she was doing it, maybe she liked to have the money to have some sort of freedom, and it helped her live without her parents, like she had been doing for several months since they learned of her new occupation. She really had disappointed them, when they saw so much potential with her paintings, and then she goes out and takes off her clothes in front of old men.

Being a stripper wasn’t all that she was, it was just a night job that she had taken a liking too over the years, she still held onto her other passion painting, which most of the time during the day she could be found in her apartment, plastic bags on the floor, and her paint covered easel, herself covered in paint from head to toe, both new paint splatters, and old that had stained her clothing. Her friends sometimes worried about her, when they found hardly any paint on her white touched paper, and most of it on herself, as she tested colors and design on her arms. Then again, Harley and Roxy would never come over and bug her while she was painting, she had been known to get frustrated and tossing paintbrushes around, and sometimes attacking friends with them, mostly out of fun, never to hurt them, they didn’t find the fun in getting dirty or messy like she did, so they stuck her, to be alone.

Sometimes it was hard to really find out where she really belonged, one moment she was a painter, enjoying her time being covered in pastel paints, or other times, her body covered in glitter as she was on stage. It was ever so confusing. Maybe some day she could figure herself out of these two objects of her affection and finally choose. Though Disney had always told her that she could have the best of both worlds, stupid Hannah Montana, she lied, not that she was going around watching Disney shows about a girl whom was lying and who thought that she could still be a brunette and blonde at the same time.

There was something about being with her two best friends, they had been something awesome over the last few years, Roxy she and Destiny had lived with one another till Destiny could get onto her own feet after her parents kicked her out. While Harley had been the girl whom had helped her move into her new house and helped her scope out cute guys in her complex. Personally she didn’t know what she would have done without them after loosing her parents in a non-dead way. Then again, it was clear that Harley was the one that liked to cause the trouble and in the end it was going to be not too soon before they went their separate ways, she tended to make trouble for Roxy & Destiny. Unlike this dare, this was going to be one of the fun moments in their friendship, but that was because the guy was actually good looking and maybe he was slightly interesting to Destiny.

So here she was. Sitting in front of the guy that she had talked online a few times with, mostly him constantly asking her questions, and yet she didn’t even know his first name, it was the beginning of a pathetic attempt at a country song. Then again he didn’t know all that much about him, how was this going to work? Well she would make it work, because when Harley had a dare, the stakes were pretty awesome, there was money generally involved, and even if she had a job, Destiny could always use more to help her get by. Destiny listened to him talk, rolling her eyes playfully. ”Well seeing as I don’t have a clue of your first name. Your technically still a Mr. Brooks, as much as my name would be Ms. Jacobs. But fine, fine.”

[/color] repeating her words, as she propped her chin on her hands, elbows placed onto the table. She made a face, as if she was thinking really hard to make sure that she was in fact the Destiny that he was talking about. ”No good sir. I am Confucius, re-incarnated into a bubbly blond girl to give you my words of wisdom.”[/color] Destiny joked, laughing. ”Yeah. I would in fact be Destiny.”[/color] she informed him. She looked around the table, looking at his cheeseburger, and food that lay on the table, well at least he ate, that was a good sign, he was no zombie. ”So Brooks. Whatever brings you, to the mall? Wait. Scratch that. OH HEY! Its great to finally meet you! No spelling required.”[/color] she said, her words enthused. If he didn’t run away within the next 20 seconds, then that was a wonderful sign.
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so i have made this thread for the lovely brooks, whom is played by the lovely hadie!. now this is fairly simple of a post, but it is complete with exactly nine hundred and fifty one words. destiny can be found wearing this minus crazeh eye makeup lovely set of clothing. and that the music to help me with this thread is kesha. finally the notes I have are ”She's adorable. Destiny makes me lol. -pets brooks- he's in for a WILDDDD ride. xD” . also. images are all by me. take i eat you. xD.

[CLIFFORD GORDON BROOKS]

he realized, of course, that it was a little odd for a guy to insist on only being called by his last name. but there was a reason he didn’t share his first. oh there was definitely a reason, not that he was willing to tell anybody else. everybody who knew him, in one way or other, knew his name was brooks. some actually thought it was his first name, since they’d never actually known of the real thing. he only went by the one name, so it made sense. but honestly, who in their right mind would ever actually try living in today’s society with a name like clifford. it made him sound stupid, and no one would ever take him seriously. to brooks, clifford sounded like the name of a big red dog, or an aging war veteran. definitely not an eighteen year old guy in college with an already low budget social life. he was pretty sure, his mom had named him after an aging war veteran in the first place – his grandfather. although, he’d never actually known the man, he was his namesake. it was because clifford brooks senior had died just two days before brooks was supposed to be born that he was named clifford to begin with. his mother had said she’d wanted to name him “daniel” before that tragedy. brooks would have thought he would have made a good daniel, but it was no use fighting an already lost battle. his name was clifford gordan brooks, and there wasn’t much he could do about it. he supposed, he could always change his name, but he’d become so used to calling himself brooks, that it would be no use either way. besides, he felt it might be an insult to his grandfather, and his memory.

he looked over at her, processing what was going on. brooks took a bite of his burger, neatly, and bringing the burger down – to the very centre of his wrapper. he wiped at the sides of his mouth neatly, reflattening the wrapper of the burger. he couldn’t help but wonder why he had never actually looked at her icon in that chatroom properly. she was much better looking in person from what he could see. this of course might have made the girl a little more intimidating, and brooks was a lot braver with a computer in front of him. of course, it was very unlikely that brooks would ever refrain from speaking his mind, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. the boy hardly ever thought about what he was going to say before saying it. talking to him, was impulsive … no matter if it was blunt, or if what he was asking was personal. really, brooks just liked to know things. he prided himself on his ability to be logical, and intellectual. he held a great respect for knowledge of all sorts. brooks tried not to admit this out loud, not wanting to boast or appear as a show off – although, he would definitely tell you all about it if you questioned him – he’d been classified as ‘gifted’ in second grade. in tenth, he had found the curriculum incredibly too simple, and they’d worked to send him into college early. by the time he’d turned seventeen, he was working college freshman papers, and finished with the high school battlefield.

now, at eighteen, he was a sophomore, majoring in law … for obvious reasons of course. brooks was headed to be a lawyer, and future judge. he was already pretty good at arguing now, so why the hell not, right? and it was good money, which was of course, a plus. it was a workload, but he usually had it all done with plenty of extra time, for perhaps, the social life he didn’t actually have. most of his days were spent reviewing, just for the sake of having something to do with all his spare time. or reading of course, brooks was good at that.

he shook his head at her just slightly. ”maybe, but i already know your first name is destiny, so it wouldn’t work for you” he pointed out, his tone only outlining his usual smartass self. he raised an eyebrow at her, as if questioning her sanity when she claimed she was really confucius reincarnated. this was of course, impossible. confucius was an old, long dead philosopher that had lived in the sixth century, not a pretty blonde american stripper. plus, he didn’t believe in any of that reincarnation crap. people only had one life, in his opinion. ”no,” he insisted. and he was just about to continue, and explain to her all of the many reasons how she could not possibly be confucius, and why, when she laughed out loud. he rolled his eyes at her, making a slightly thoughtful phase. it still amused him that she could straight up walk up to someone and say, “hello, i am destiny”. ”you know, when you go around introducing yourself to people with a name like that, people are going to think you’re trying some terrible pick up line” he pointed out, a bit of a grin on his features. he scoffed when she brought out the spelling. it wasn’t his fault he liked to see proper spelling when he spoke to someone. ”nice to meet you too …” he said a little slowly, taken aback by her enthusiasm. ”why are you so happy?” he blurted.

tag ! ashyface with destinyyy
outfit ! something nerdy chic, with his glasses of course.
boombox ! we the kings.

[DESTINY ADDISON JACOBS]

There was something about talking to someone new. Someone whom seemed so exponentially smarter than you, someone whom had what seemed a infinite knowledge. Yet you felt the need to still continue to talk to them. It was like, you felt better when you spoke to them, because they helped you get more intelligent in the process. Not that Destiny was stupid, sure some of her screws were a bit loose, and they probably could use with some fine tuning, and more or less it would be better to the world and the public for her to not run for any office, or attempt at the presidency, it wasn’t likely that the United States was ready for a blonde woman stripper quite yet to take any form of substantial role in the world, she was fine with just painting, or well stripping. It wasn’t like she was in the need of doing much of anything else in the world. No one she needed to impress other than herself, and if she was content with what she was doing, that was fine with herself. Despite herself being fine with what she was doing for so long, she felt the need to still talk to Brooks, whom seemed to think differently, that it wasn’t all she had to do. Then again not everyone understood her, or how she worked, someday she just might find someone, that would.

She found it funny, how she liked to talk to Brooks. Other people would find his intellect irritating, or the fact that every time that you spoke to him and misspelled a word, there he was correcting it. Though Destiny found it entertaining, it was actually really funny, because she didn’t mind it. Despite common knowledge, she didn’t talk to many guys, she stuck to her few girl friends, whom actually were normal, not dancers like herself. Roxy and Harley sure had their problems, like Roxy didn’t know when to chill out and stop being such a spaz, but she was the girl that Destiny could rely on. Harley was the one that could take out a tank, she was strong and dependant on no one, but the one that she didn’t get along with on everything, she was a true blue slut, something that Destiny didn’t pride upon. Funny how different people could find one common goal, whatever it might be, in their little group.

Destiny looked over at where her friends had been for a short second, noticing that they were gone. Of course they were gone, those losers, she thought to herself, smiling and going back to looking at brooks, as his head shook. ”Psh. Okay. Your right. But I was just clarifying, that your name”

[/color] she paused air quoting as she said name. ”Can have duel meanings. Your alleged taken first name, and your last name. So I can address you either or and still be correct.”[/color] she stated, poking the table with one slender finger nail as if proving that it was a point, and she was making it on the table. Destiny didn’t like to lose. She watched him, her blue eyes bright as she wondered what he was about to say about her Confucius statement, he probably wasn’t going to be very amused with it. A smart guy like that probably didn’t appreciate her fake attempt at being someone whom she couldn’t possibly be, even with the greatest of attempts. Sure enough his response was calm and strictly no. It was expected. Then he rolled his eyes at her. Oh no he didn’t. This time she would ignore it. It wasn’t that big of a deal and she probably insulted one of his idols or something. She listened to him, as he talked about how she could use her name as a pick up line. Destiny chewed on the inside of her lip. ”Yeah. Your not the first genius to point it out dear sir.”[/color] she stated. ”And unlike you. I actually LIKE my first name. And even so. If I walk up to someone and be like hi! I’m Destiny. Doesn’t sound as good as Hey! I’m your Destiny. Which I can’t see myself going up to someone and being THAT pathetic.”[/color] Destiny insisted. She propped her leg atop of the other, making herself more comfortable. ”Believe me. I’ve thought this through.”[/color]

She blinked a few times. ”Why am I so happy?”[/color] she repeated his words, questioning it. ”I have to have a reason to be happy now?”[/color] Destiny rolled her shoulders into a shrug. Why was she so happy? Her best friend just dared her to come over here and make nice with someone she just recently met, to get to sleep with him, maybe it was the mall atmosphere? It wasn’t likely. She was the type to be excited about just about anything. Never really needed a reason, that was till Brooks asked her. Destiny lifted her hand up and tapped her cheek with a finger, looking up as if she was thinking hard. ”Don’t have a clue. Just am.”[/color] she finally informed him. ”Why are you soo.. Mellow?”[/color] Destiny asked. Touché. Though this was the guy that argued against spinning in a chair, because it seemed silly, the guy whom spent his time checking her spelling, let alone declined her offer to paint a chair with her. She was quite sure that he wasn’t the type that went out of the ordinary. He was going to be a hard one to crack.
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so i have made this thread for the lovely brooks, whom is played by the lovely hadie!. now this is fairly simple of a post, but it is complete with exactly nine hundred and eighteen words. destiny can be found wearing this minus crazeh eye makeup lovely set of clothing. and that the music to help me with this thread is kesha. finally the notes I have are ”ONE.! I LOVE THEM. <3 two.. THE WORD COUNTS ARE EXACTLY THE SAME!” . also. images are all by me. take i eat you. xD.