Post by kari on Aug 9, 2009 18:34:46 GMT -5
noah christian september.
s e v e n t e e n. m a l e. r e s e r v e d. w e a l t h y.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!my name is noah christian september. it's an alright name, i suppose. i think my mother picked out my name. i haven't really given a try at sitting down and asking my parents about it. we don't exactly get along and so i'm not trying to have an entire conversation with them. but, i'm pretty sure that there's no big story behind it. i think there was a very generic baby book involved in the choosing process. the same goes for my middle name. no big exciting story on someone who saved my mother's life or some random guy who delivered me. just a name that my parents found nice, so they gave it to their son.
i was born on april sixteenth, nineteen ninety-two. which currently makes me seventeen years old. i'm just entering my senior year in high school, which is pretty promising. since it means i'll finally be able to go off to college next year. well, maybe not off anywhere. i might just do the same as my brother and attend the local university. anyway, apparently there was a big to do about my birth. since my older brother almost killed our mother when he was born. fortunately, i had no such affect. but even so, my parents never had any more children. i can't complain, though. having one brother is enough. even if we do get along.
it may not seem like it to most, but i like a lot of things. music, writing, reading, action flicks, my personal space, being right, winning, feeling included, being in love, being creative, making a difference, not being around my parents, food, feeling appreciated, the city, the beach, people who are easy to get along with, staying on solid ground, succeeding. yeah, there are also a lot of things that i don't like. sitting around for too long, failing, heights, flying, getting burned, boring dramities, losing, being excluded, being in the middle of a crowded room, getting hungry, being taken for granted, my parents, snakes, spiders, getting cooped up inside for too long, being judged, getting called 'quiet' or 'shy', pain of any kind, complete silence, the heat.
in the short term, i'd really just like to finish high school in one piece. i've also set a goal of getting a 4.0 gpa. it's not easy, but i think i can manage it. at the risk of sounding cocky, i'm rather smart. in the long term, i want to be a musician. i know that a million and one people have the same dream. but to me it's not just a dream, but a passion. i've loved music for so long, i don't know how not to. in any case, my brother and i have formed a band. maybe it's not a good idea for brothers to be in a band, but we both love music and that's all that matters to me.
i think my best memory would have to be the first time i ever went on stage to perform. i've always been a sort of perfectionist, so i was scared out of my mind to have people hearing what i wrote. but the moment i started playing, i knew it was what i wanted to do. even if i am reserved at times and i'm not comfortable being the life of the party, when i'm on stage, something changes and i feel like i can really let loose. as corny as it sounds, i feel like i'm really at home on stage. and i absolutely love it.
to tell you the truth, i'm a bit of a romantic. not many people know this about me, but i believe that chivalry should not die. back in ireland i had a couple of girlfriends but i've never really found 'the one'. that's kind of what i'm aiming to do now that i'm in america. i know she's out there somewhere and i'm determined to find her. do i believe in love? certainly. but i don't believe i've found it yet. i'll let you know when i do.
i get described as quiet and shy most of the time. while it's true that i'm quiet, i don't think that shy is too accurate a word. reserved would fit me a bit better. i'm not afraid of people. i can have a decent conversation with a stranger if i want to. it's true that i may be socially inept sometimes, but that's usually when i'm not in a talkative mood. my brother is the one who's mouth is constantly running. me, i prefer sitting back and observing the situation. which has a lot of benefits. i'm extremely attentive to detail which means that i notice a lot more than most people. it can be curse at times, too. especially when i am judging my appearance or the way my lyrics look on paper or sound when they're strung together. this ties in with me being a chronic perfectionist. it's hard at times, to have to feel like everything needs to be perfect or i will start all over again. i wish i could just be okay with half assing some things. it has to be easier on the stress level. but i've never been that way. and in that trait, it's very hard for me to please myself. i may be quiet, but it doesn't mean i'm a jerk. apparently i get judged a lot for being this way. people think i feel as if i'm too good to mingle with them. while it's not true, i can see where they're coming from. it irritates me to no end, though, when someone doesn't like me based solely on this. i'd prefer it if someone had a real reason for hating me. such as my temper. mostly, i can stay pretty calm and collected, but if you get me angry enough, i get pretty hot headed. i've been known to throw my fair share of tantrums. i can create a lot of enemies this way. but i'm also the protective sort. normally i only get mad when someone i love is getting picked on or threatened or the like. for the most part, i'd like to think that i'm easy to get along with. as long as you have at least one thing in common with me, i try to make friends. i can get a little loud and crazy at times. sometimes people are shocked at how loud and crazy. but my brother is usually involved in those situations. he can bring out the best of me when he wants to. i think he just knows what buttons to push.
my only real secret would be that the one time i decided to go to a party was the one time i got trashed out of my mind and ended up sleeping with some random girl. i'm not the fling type at all, so this was a bit of a shameful thing for me. i'm just glad it was back in ireland and not here. it's easier to get past when she's in another country.
if you want more of a complete history...
noah christian september was born on april sixteenth, nineteen ninety-two to scarlett and christopher september. the second of two children, his birth was awaited with bated breath. after the first child, damian apollo, had almost killed scarlett, the entire family was a bit nervous to see how this one would work out. fortunately, noah's birth went smoothly and scarlett was just fine. since the very beginning, noah has been the quiet sort. he rarely cried when he was a baby and often kept to himself when he was growing up. at the age of six, is when noah first picked up the guitar. instantly he was hooked. and music became a very large part of his life. after he had the basics of guitar, he moved on to other instruments. the piano was next, which he easily mastered. followed by the drums, violin, and even the clarinet. a musical prodigy, some called him. but he knew that the only reason he was good at these things was because he loved them so much. lastly, he finally started realizing that he could sing. and began to take lessons for it.
school was never a problem for noah. he always seemed to be able to get through his assignments with a fair amount of ease. maybe it was due to his excessive studying and the fact that he actually paid attention in class. but noah never really liked school. mostly due to the fact that he never seemed to have a lot of friends. his reserved nature kept him from branching out and just pushing his way into someone's conversation. he'd always envied his brother for being so outgoing, though he would never admit it. most of the other kids would judge him for the way he was. but noah had always found it difficult to be the center of attention. honestly, he didn't like talking a lot. he was always one who liked to sit on the sidelines and watch what unfolded before him. and because of that, noah was extremely good at paying attention to detail. which means it was always very hard to lie to him as he could most times see a person's tell tale sign.
life changed for noah when he moved to america. his older brother had moved a year before, leaving him quite alone with their parents. this hadn't made the young man happy at all. in fact, he'd felt quite abandoned. as damian and noah had gotten along rather well their entire lives, he didn't like the fact that he would leave him so easily. but a year after damian moved, he asked noah if he wanted to join him in the quaint little town of paradise, iowa. of course he agreed to it. the further away he was from his parents, the better. the again, the moving process itself wasn't fun at all. since noah was never the life of the party, he'd had to lose the few friends he did have and start all over. needless to say, it was difficult. but slowly, but surely, he is making a life and a name for himself in this place. and he just hopes that this band that he and his brother decided to start will take off.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be kari, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be nicholas jonas. i've been doing this for six years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
December Van Buren had never really been the type of girl who found partying her head off and getting smashed every night to be an overly fun or productive thing. Sure, she'd gone to parties. Who in this town hadn't? But it wasn't exactly her forté. Maybe she was missing something about it. Or maybe she just didn't have it in her. Whatever it was, waking up with a headache the next morning and almost no recollection of what had happened the night before would never be a good thing to her. It wasn't like she had any sort of family member with a drinking problem. There really wasn't any first hand experience on the matter but it didn't mean that December didn't know what negative effects that could be held. She'd heard plenty of war stories and that was good enough to deter her from such a lifestyle. This didn't mean that the young woman didn't know how to have a good time or anything. But she honestly didn't see the point in bringing alcohol into the equation. Maybe she was just cool enough to be able to enjoy herself without said substance. Normally, December made sure not to associate herself to close to anyone who lead the party life too deeply. People like that usually had a lot of baggage, and young Ember had her own fair share of baggage to deal with. She didn't need others to be adding to the plate.
Of course, there were always exceptions to any rule. One of her few exceptions went by the name of Alex Wyatt. Alex was a boy she loved to hate, and hated to love. How long had she known him now? Not exactly her entire life, but long enough. They had a lot in common, and there was something about him that made her stick around no matter how many pointless fights they seemed to get into. Lately, though, she'd started noticing a pattern in his habits. And that pattern happened to be none other than the dangerous liquid that was alcohol. For a time, she'd let her concerns be pushed to the back of her mind after having found out about what he'd done to her best friend. Cheating was a big no no in December Van Buren's book. If you cheated, you were not welcome. But Ember didn't overlook that alcohol was involved in this situation. When she was finally done being completely furious at him, she started to worry once again. She knew about his father's death. And she knew that it had affected him rather severely. She couldn't lie and say that if her own father died, she wouldn't be affected. No matter how much she claimed to despise him. He was still her father, after all. The sad part with Alex was, that he didn't despise his father in the least. December had no idea how hard it must have been for him to find the man he would no longer be able to go for for advice or money ever again.
It happened to be Alex that she began a conversation with on the internet on this particular day. Sadly, it had been the most interesting part of her day. She'd not gone out, turned off by the hot and sticky weather. Instead, she'd elected to stay inside and do absolutely nothing. For the most part, she was bored to death. So even talking to Alex was a welcomed activity. After she'd called him an idiot about a hundred times, they managed to have quite a conversation. And during that conversation she expressed some of her concerns about him. She'd expected he would react in such a manner, but it hadn't stopped her spike of annoyance. Men were so stubborn. He wouldn't just admit that he had a problem. But then, she supposed she could relate on such a subject. Quite a few angry sighs escaped her lips as she typed back her replies. When he brought up his mother, she wasn't fully convinced that he was telling her the truth. Call it instinct or intuition, or what-have-you. But his line about spending the night with his mom just didn't fly with her. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe he really would be spending the night at home. But as hard as she tried, she just couldn't shake the feeling that he was lying. After all, hadn't they just discussed his little problem?
It was starting to get rather late by the time he said he had to go. And an idea struck the young lady with a malicious force. She said her goodbyes and as soon as he signed off, she signed off as well. Darting from her computer, she scanned through he closet, trying to find an outfit since she hadn't bothered really getting dressed that day. With the speed of any girl who had practice with being late to school or work, she was dressed. There was nothing that could be done with her hair in the small window of time that she had so she merely ran a brush through it. Her make-up was minimal and she was off. Exiting her room, December merely told one of the maids that she would be going out. Her mother was of god only knew where and her father was working late. It was always much easier to leave the house when she didn't have a parent to stop her. A power walk lead her out of the front door and to her car, which she hopped into before starting the engine. What was she doing? She'd never actually done anything like this before. But, her suspicions were just nagging her too hard to sit at home and do nothing. So she would go through with something that she'd only been joking about before. December wanted to make sure she was wrong. Honestly, she didn't want to be right. She didn't want Alex to be lying to people just so he could go out to party. Maybe this would prove that he'd been telling her the truth.
As the young woman neared his house, her eyes narrowed, looking to see if there was more than one car in the driveway. Unfortunately, there wasn't. Alex's mother wasn't home at all. That had been lie number one. December saw the front door open and she quickly killed her headlights. How awkward would it be if he found her practically stalking him in the middle of the night? She clutched at her steering wheel as she watched him climb into his vehicle. Dark chocolate eyes held a confused look as his car merely sat in the driveway for a few moments. What, was he waiting for an invitation? Or maybe he was second-guessing himself. Maybe he would get out of the car and go right back inside. Without realizing it, December held her breath as she waited for him to do something. Anything. Disappointment shot through her when she saw him finally pull out into the road, headed, undoubtedly, for someone's big party. With a huff, she turned her headlights on once again and decided to follow him wherever he was headed. Yes, she was aware how very creepy this seemed, but she didn't really care. The brunette didn't much like being lied to and she was going to catch him in the act. Perhaps then he would finally start telling the truth. It was a hope she didn't feel too strongly, but it was there, nonetheless. She could only pray that she wouldn't be let down this time.
December had to speed to keep up with him, but she didn't mind. She was one of those crazy teenage drivers who thought speed limits were for old people, anyway. It only took a few minutes to get to his destination and, as she'd expected, the loud music preceded the actual visual of the house party. She parked across the street, unsure of whether or not she actually wanted to enter this place. She had no fear of being tempted into getting drunk, but drunk people were never predictable. Shrugging it off, she exited the car and made her way to the house. As soon as she entered the house, she had to avoid being run over by a half naked kid who was howling. An eyebrow went up at the scene. Sometimes people were amusing when they were wasted. Her eyes scanned the room for Alex, but before she could go anywhere, she was approached by a very drunk-looking young man. She'd seen him before somewhere. More than likely at school, but she'd never actually spoken to him. A cheesy grin was plastered on his face as he stumbled over to her. "Hello, love. I don't think I've seen you around here before." December gave him a fake smile and tried to step away from him, but he persisted. It took her entirely too long to get rid of him, having to resort to telling him that she thought she saw a girl on the other side of the room checking him out. As he turned to look, she darted back out of the front door.
Once she was back out into the night air, she gave a huff. This was just wonderful. Maybe she should just leave and bitch at Alex in the morning. No, she was tired of his crap lies and she wanted to make sure he had no choice but to tell the truth. Instead of chancing running into that guy again, she made her way around to the back of the house. She would try the back entrance if it was open. She rounded the corner and found that she was staring right at the person she was trying to find. Stifling a squeal of surprise, she ran back out of his view. Oh, that was very impressive, wasn't it? What a way to get to him. Taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner again, only this time with much for confidence. "Oh, hi!" She exclaimed in a loud yet perky voice, hoping she would startle him. "Fancy meeting you here! Oh, is your mom inside? I mean, after all, you are spending time with her tonight, aren't you? Oh wait, I don't think you are. What was that? Oh, you lied to me? Well, well. I would have never guessed. Well, I'll bet mother has no idea where you are, does she?" Her voice lost all of it's happiness at her next words instead turning cold. "Does she, Alex?" She crossed her arms, waiting for his response. Whatever it was, it had better be good. Because right now she felt just like slapping him silly. But that wouldn't help the situation very much. Or so she was trying to tell herself.
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