Post by DELILAH MARY BROWN on Mar 12, 2010 10:19:59 GMT -5
FULL NAME: delilah mary brown[/blockquote][/font]
NICKNAMES: del, deli, bitch.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: 18 & december 18th
HOMETOWN: portland, oregon
ILLNESSES: schizophrenic, bi polar, violent tendencies,
SEXUALITY: dick.
MEMBER GROUP: junior
"delilah was always a fucked up kid. as a baby she pretty much killed her mother, it was all kind of downhill from there you could say. i think she has some kind of fucked up ocd, but they didn't diagnose her with that. apparently she has severe mood swings, i don't know all the technical shit. all i know is that her teachers sent her to see some wack job, now i'm stuck cleaning the house by myself. i guess you could say i'm a little bitter towards her for more than one reason. i just hope she doesn't come sniffing back around here after graduating. though knowing her she'll get herself locked back up. my daughter is insane."[/blockquote][/font]
-delilah's dad
"delilah was an...interesting case to say the least. i saw her for the year before she got sent off. at first i honestly couldn't see anything wrong with the girl. she seemed a bit stiff, but nothing out of the ordinary. nothing like what numerous had told me about her. but after i prodded, pressed a few buttons, she completely exploded. in an odd way i was slightly relieved. because then after that she started opening herself up to me. she's a brilliant girl, really. talented. she could go places if she wasn't so...well, i guess you have to know her to understand it. while the girl seems really grounded to most, she's actually shizophrenic. and covers it up, when she can, by acting as she does. and then of course there's how paranoid it makes her, to the point where i think she's given up trying to hide it. and instead will just exlope on anyone considered a threat. while on her medication she seems to be slightly better, but paired with her bi polar and violent tendencies, she could prove to be...dangerous, you might say. mostly to herself."
-delilah's old therapist
"i always knew there was something odd about delilah. i didn't actually get proof until she got thrown in the place she is now. she's a complete fucking lunatic. good in bed, but crazy. everything has to be perfect in her little mind. she's under the delusion that she's perfect, too, even t hough no one else fucking believes it. her ego. i swear. the girl's an egomaniac. it would almost be sexy if it wasn't so damn annoying."
-delilah's ex boyfriend
"i have no clue what the fuck i'm doing here. no, not here. i know why i'm here. i'm considered crazy. i mean why i'm sitting here talking about myself. i feel slightly insane, to be completely honest. how much are you going to be able to learn about me, from me? i'm a bit baised. i don't think i'm as whacked up as some people here. i don't shove my finger down my throat after meals - i have a great body thanks. i'm not a sex maniac. i don't even have sex outside of relationships...except with my therapist, but that's kind of a long story. i just have a few issues. they're not even my fault. my brain is just fucked up. i'm fine when i take my medication - which is all the time. i never forget anything. my memory is completely flawless. and i was going somewhere before i landed here in my sophomore year. i waned to be a designer. now they won't even let me get ahold of needles or scissors. what do the bastards think? i'm going to kill myself? strangle myself with thread? the first step to getting better is understanding that there's something wrong with you. but there really isn't anything wrong with me. well, there is. but it's not like it's fixable. so why bother trying? i just have to keep reminding myself: next year is my last year."
-delilah herself
likes:
poptarts, green m&m's, sex, relationships, reading, morning, designing, sewing, perfection, anything clean, shows, the color red, snakes, cats, animals in general, kids, jews, latino's, latino jews, "therapy". ha., food, insulting people who don't deserve it, respect, being looked up to, being followed, feeling wanted, freedome, making up rules, pissing people off, teasing, hair dye, taking care of people, responsibility, cooking, pancakes, kissing, plants, flowers, rain, cloudy weather, snuggies, hot chocolate, the dresden dolls, my name, attention, compliments, flattery, high heels, skirts, long jackets, dresses, dressing up, anything classy, anything fancy, smiling, getting in fights, fighting, winning at anything.
dislikes:
losing at anything, being bossed around, rules made by other people, every single one of my ex boyfriends, bad sex, small dicks, men in general, people in general, my father, my mother, my family, rap music, overly loud people, overly loud anything, people who stay in their pajamas all day, feeling lazy, being here, being confined, overly hot weather, humidity, insults,
twitter:
i tweet too much. five seconds ago
i've grown to appreciate the steve miller band by a tenfod. one day ago
maybe i should take up smoking. do something to really piss these people off. one day ago
tut tut, it looks like rain. two days ago
fine, i'll just go alone. bastards. three days ago
someone go shopping with me. i'm afraid to go alone. three days ago.
maybe i should start going two times a week.... four days ago
time for therapy. haha. my favorite time of the week.four days ago
running low on poptarts....five days ago
cookie. dough. flavored. poptarts. six days ago
facts:
- - - i lost my virginity at the age of fourteen. i kind of regret it.
- - - i've never had a nice boyfriend.
- - - i do not approve of drinking, drugs, smoking, or sex without relationships.
- - - i'm a huge snob. but at least i admit it?
- - - i don't think i'm better than you. i know i am.
- - - i'm blunt.
- - - i can't keep a secret.
- - - i wanted to go to college before i ended up here.
- - - i'm on numerous medications.
- - - i have basically no talents.
- - - i look best in red.
- - - i hate my father.
- - - i have a large sum of money in the bank from my grandmother. but my come from a poor household.
firsts:
kiss - - - second grade. seven years old.
real kiss - - - thirteen years old.
sexxing - - - fourteen years old.
memory - - - my grandmother took me to the beach for a week when i was nine years old. it was probably the happiest i ever really was back then.
achievement - - - when i designed my first outfit, at the age of fifteen.
lasts:
lie - - - "i don't have sex outside of relationships."
time having sex - - - my last "therapy session"
book read - - - watership down
thing said - - - "shut the fuck up"
article of clothing taken off - - - jacket
person spoke to - - - dallas
movie watched - - - the notebook
thing done - - - making my bed
top twenty-five on itunes:
delilah - the dresden dolls
do better - say anything
bad romance - lady gaga
madi don't leave - playradioplay!
people like you are the reason people like me exist - say anything
joy ride - the killers
totally confused - beck
where my mouth is - taking back sunday
she's my baby - the rocket summer
do you feel - the rocket summer
beercan - beck
ruby don't take your love to town - the killers
i need a break - the rocket summer
sexx laws - beck
goodbye young tutor - say anything
forcefield - beck
smile like you mean it - the killers
my alcoholic friends - the dresden dolls
black tambourine - beck
the joker - steve miller band
too young - phoenix
a dustland fairytale - the killers
the ballad of big poppa and diamond girl - the killers
on top - the killers
thunder peel - beck
NAME/ALIAS: elizabeth[/blockquote][/font]
AGE: almooost seventeen
EXPERIENCE: couple years
TIMEZONE: eastern methinks?
ANYTHING ELSE: who da fuck made this sexy board
Despite the fact that Delilah had spent a majority of her life fantasizing over marriage, she honestly had no clue what the hell she was supposed to be doing. There was, of course, the fact that initially she hadn’t considered this a wedding. And she was pretty sure that no one really would. The one night Delilah Brown - no, wait, Delilah Wells - had actually allowed herself to drink, she ended up drinking a bit too much…and talking to Dallas. A trip to Vegas had been a bad idea anyway. She’d been dragged there by her boyfriend of all people, only to be ditched so he could go watch strippers. how classy. And that had somehow led to her talking to Dallas. A guy who she’d felt some kind of odd connection to pretty much at first sight, though she’d never admit it. It wasn’t a love at first sight type thing. Not even. But she’d found herself talking to him, and actually not being annoyed…and letting him get her a couple of drinks. And then when they were both admittedly quite drunk, he’d made a few moves on her. And even drunk Delilah knew that sex without an actual relationship, or something along those lines, was just wrong. And when she’d said as much to him, as though it was an automatic response, he’d said that they were going to get married. Which should have been even more ridiculous than sleeping with him without a relationship, but in her drunken mind it wasn’t. and the two ended up going to one of those completely trashy wedding chapel type things, getting some cheap things that she didn’t even remember getting, and the rest was just kind of a blur. Other than going back to her hotel room, having sex, and waking up next to him. With a ring on her finger and a marriage certificate thrown on the floor by her dress. And of course the first thing she’d done was just stare at it in confusion…at the fact that she’d been so fucking stupid as to allow this to happen. And then she’d kicked her husband in the back to wake him up, and pretty much started yelling at him. Even though it was way to early and her head had been pounding. And when he’d jumped out of bed, of course, she’d just started making the bed. Ha. The first thing they should have done was divorce each other, really. But she was pretty sure that both of them were just too stubborn, and instead, even though she threatened divorce, she told him that she was going to move in with him until they got it all sorted out. She didn’t ask him. She told him.
And he hadn’t argued, which had surprised her more than anything. And now…here they were. Actually trying a wedding. Because according to him jews weren’t allowed to get divorced. But of course Delilah had googled it and they were allowed to. There were just a bunch of odd rules, like she wouldn’t be able to fuck anyone else for three months. Which she could live with. And still she went along with it, even though she knew very well that he was the worst jew on earth. And somewhere along the lines, she went from wanting a divorce to actually liking the guy…and then loving him. They’d been married for only a few weeks, a month tops, but she was already sure that she loved him. And he claimed to love her. Which was more than any of her exes had done. And more than she’d done for any of her exes. She couldn’t even say how it had happened. For the first few days of their “marriage” she’d actually insisted upon sleeping on the couch…and then she somehow ended up in bed with him. Although she couldn’t exactly say how that happened either. It just seemed right. And this marriage had started out with Delilah saying that none of it was real, none of it counted…and now it did. In the beginning she hadn’t been trying to do anything other than avoid him until he decided he wanted a divorce…and then she’d started actually trying to be a good wife. But Delilah knew nothing about marriage…and it was hard when he wouldn’t let her do any of the things she knew she was supposed to do. She’d make the bed, go to make him breakfast, and find him back in bed sleeping. And fine, her classes kept her kind of busy…but she was trying. And he wasn’t that bad of a husband, either. He wasn’t lying when he said he gave her everything. He let her live there…even though admittedly she’d be able to afford her own place. And even let her bring her snake. Paco. And after a ridiculous argument he’d given in and let her name his dick after her snake. Ha. And she knew he didn’t have much money…and he wouldn’t even allow them to share money like a married couple was supposed to. Instead he went around buying her ridiculous little things, like chocolates, and asking her to go out on dates with him…and she didn’t even know how to take any of this. But she loved him. It was impossible for her not to. When she saw him smiling at her, or when he held her hand, or when she woke up in his arms…and none of it really made much sense to her at the moment, other than the fact that she loved him.
And for the first time in her life, Delilah was running late. Delilah, for the most part, was ten minutes early for everything. But she’d been late to class and was officially twenty minutes late for getting home. Which explained the unhappy look on her face as she walked in the door of the large complex and got in the elevator, pressing the button and sighing lightly. Even though she was pretty sure that dallas wouldn’t exactly be freaking out about her being late, since he was usually five minutes late himself. And on that note she walked out of the elevator, walking over to her shared apartment and pushed the door open. Unlocked, of course. Even though if she’d been there alone it would have been locked…because Delilah as a paranoid bitch. ”honey, I’m home!” she called out in a slightly sarcastic manor, dropping her bag on the hook near the door.
And he hadn’t argued, which had surprised her more than anything. And now…here they were. Actually trying a wedding. Because according to him jews weren’t allowed to get divorced. But of course Delilah had googled it and they were allowed to. There were just a bunch of odd rules, like she wouldn’t be able to fuck anyone else for three months. Which she could live with. And still she went along with it, even though she knew very well that he was the worst jew on earth. And somewhere along the lines, she went from wanting a divorce to actually liking the guy…and then loving him. They’d been married for only a few weeks, a month tops, but she was already sure that she loved him. And he claimed to love her. Which was more than any of her exes had done. And more than she’d done for any of her exes. She couldn’t even say how it had happened. For the first few days of their “marriage” she’d actually insisted upon sleeping on the couch…and then she somehow ended up in bed with him. Although she couldn’t exactly say how that happened either. It just seemed right. And this marriage had started out with Delilah saying that none of it was real, none of it counted…and now it did. In the beginning she hadn’t been trying to do anything other than avoid him until he decided he wanted a divorce…and then she’d started actually trying to be a good wife. But Delilah knew nothing about marriage…and it was hard when he wouldn’t let her do any of the things she knew she was supposed to do. She’d make the bed, go to make him breakfast, and find him back in bed sleeping. And fine, her classes kept her kind of busy…but she was trying. And he wasn’t that bad of a husband, either. He wasn’t lying when he said he gave her everything. He let her live there…even though admittedly she’d be able to afford her own place. And even let her bring her snake. Paco. And after a ridiculous argument he’d given in and let her name his dick after her snake. Ha. And she knew he didn’t have much money…and he wouldn’t even allow them to share money like a married couple was supposed to. Instead he went around buying her ridiculous little things, like chocolates, and asking her to go out on dates with him…and she didn’t even know how to take any of this. But she loved him. It was impossible for her not to. When she saw him smiling at her, or when he held her hand, or when she woke up in his arms…and none of it really made much sense to her at the moment, other than the fact that she loved him.
And for the first time in her life, Delilah was running late. Delilah, for the most part, was ten minutes early for everything. But she’d been late to class and was officially twenty minutes late for getting home. Which explained the unhappy look on her face as she walked in the door of the large complex and got in the elevator, pressing the button and sighing lightly. Even though she was pretty sure that dallas wouldn’t exactly be freaking out about her being late, since he was usually five minutes late himself. And on that note she walked out of the elevator, walking over to her shared apartment and pushed the door open. Unlocked, of course. Even though if she’d been there alone it would have been locked…because Delilah as a paranoid bitch. ”honey, I’m home!” she called out in a slightly sarcastic manor, dropping her bag on the hook near the door.