Post by smalls on Sept 8, 2009 15:20:05 GMT -5
evan gerard lucas.
twenty-four. male. protective. wealthy.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!-scratches head and raises eyebrows- "uhmm, really? i always thought my life boring, but if you insist. -lights up a smoke and takes a drag- alright, so i was born to a wealthy business heir of a father named camden jasper lucas who was born in kildare, ireland. unless you're irish or have an ear for accents, it's really hard to understand him, and it's ten times as worse when he's drunk or he's pissed off. honestly, it's like trying to understand mandarin chinese when you only speak russian. anyway, he met my mom when they were twelve and thirteen and they were instant friends. they did the whole dating thing when they were younger and dated on and off starting when they were, like, fifteen and sixteen. my mom, noelle alexandra smythers, was born in salt lake city, utah (no she's not mormom) but moved with her parents to kildare when she was a about seven or eight. anyway, when they were twenty-one and twenty (have i said that my mom's younger?) they got married. a little less than two years later they moved to new york city, where the business took dad. he was a shoe-in and everyone loved him. except mom. she missed her family and friends really badly back in dublin. but she stayed because she found out she was pregnant with me about four months after they moved to new york.
-takes a sip of water- so anyway, i was born two days before christmas in new york city. my parents first, and only child. things were great for a couple of months, but my mom suffered from postpartum depression--which is what happens to women after they've given birth. anyway, she slowly started sinking deeper and deeper into a depression that no one could get her out of; not even dad. then, three weeks before my second birthday, i came home from a walk with my nanny (yeah, i had a nanny, don't laugh) and found my father crying uncontrollably in my parents bedroom. my nanny didn't know what was happening and she left me in the kitchen to go to my parents room, because the crying was that loud. anyway, there on the side of the bed on the floor was my mom with a big, gapping hole in the back of her head. granted, i never actually saw it, but i found out when i was older. after the funeral we left new york. dad and i were kind of like gypsies traveling from state to state. when even moved back to kildare for a while right after the funeral. when i was eleven, dad decided to throw a dart on a map of the world and wherever it landed, that's would be were we would live. so, milwaukee it was and it's where we've stayed ever since i was twelve or so. dad and i ended up becoming really close; probably a lot closer than we would have if mom had lived. but we just acted like things were normal and only mentioned mom on rare occasions. so, anyway, i went to the finest schools and graduated with honors from high school. i got accepted into yale with a degree in journalism and a minor of anthropology. umm, i guess that's it really. so, yeah, i'm gonna go now."wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be smalls, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be hayden christensen. i've been doing this for over a year, so i pretty much know how this all works.
-- With everything that was happening in Ryder's life lately, it was damn near impossible for him to think straight. Hell, on the way over to the lake he had almost crashed into a parked car in a parking lot. How he had managed to get from the two-lane street to the parking lot by the garage was almost more trouble trying to figure out than it was worth. A headache would soon follow and he wanted to avoid that. Yes, sure, school-type things were on his mind, like they always were, but lately Robin Morales was consistently at the forefront of his brain. There relationship had been less than perfect lately and he didn't even know if they were still dating. Dropping the "I love you" bomb had been the biggest mistake. And yet, he didn't want to take it back.
He loved Robin. Plain and simple. He had loved her since he had first set his dark brown eyes on hers. Nothing about her was simple. At least to him. And yet, it was. So why was she acting this way? He saw her less and less, and yet he thought about her more and more. The equation did not come to an even place. Had he done something? Did she like someone else? God, if there was someone else ... well, things would be different. Suddenly, and shamefully, he thought of his father. Though his mother had never gotten remarried, he thought of what would it have been like to step into his father's shoes if he saw his ex-wife with another man. One thing was for sure and that was Ryder didn't want that to happen with himself and Robin.
Shutting the door to his Jeep he flung his gym bag over his shoulder and began to walk toward the lake. Dark, angry rain clouds had blanketed the sunless sky. A soft wind blew and ruffled his spiky jet-black hair, though not by much, as Ryder was known for his spiky hair. The lake was enclosed by oak, maple and fir trees and appeared private. Finding the small little wooden bench, he let his gym bag go without a sound. Quickly removing his shirt, jeans, shoes and shoes, he rummaged through the bag and found a plain, dark navy blue bathing suit and a pair of old black flip-flops.
Coming to the edge of the lake, he kicked off his shoes and didn't hesitate as he ran in. The water was beautifully clear but frigid. He knew he wouldn't be in here long, but he liked the prospect of letting the coldness of the water overpower the coldness that he felt from the lack of being able to talk to Robin as they once had. Letting his hands and arms glide through the water, he opened his eyes as he saw the skies once more, as he did the backstroke. Trees might have surrounded the lake, but the trees were not tall enough to keep out the natural light from the skies. The more time he spent in the water, the better he felt about his life at the moment. Next year he would be a senior. Maybe by then things would be back to normal. Or things would be completely different.
After about forty-five minutes of swimming, Ryder knew his time was done, as evident from his lack of being able to feel any of his body. He knew that he shouldn't have stayed so long, but he no longer cared about his health anymore. Eying his shoes were he had carelessly thrown them off, he felt the water run from his head to his toes and soak the flip-flops through. Arriving on the bench, he wrapped a towel around his soaking wet body and slouched so his arms and elbows would touch his thighs, and his head could keep an eye on the slow dripping his bathing suit made on the soft ground.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
