Post by kristen haalken on Apr 6, 2008 15:09:51 GMT -5
image [c] to me. i made it D:
KRISTENMONIQUEHAALKEN
[/blockquote][/blockquote]first glance «//
+ they call me;; kristen monique haalken
+ but you should say;; babycakes && kris
+ make a wish;; 04.16
+ counting candles;; twenty two + senior
+ beauty or beast;; SHE-male
+ shot through the heart;; hetro
+ hit the books;; theater && interior design
skin deep «//
+ mane and tail;; blondee + straight [ naturally wavy ]
+ windows to the soul;; bluee
+ your epidermis is showing;; americann
+ this is why i'm hot;;Kristen is a short girl who can fit the narrow standard of being 'all American' at first glance, however, when combined with her personality and with a closer look, you'd see that she is not anything like this American girl standard, and is indeed, something much different. She stands at a squat 5”4’, and weighs just over 85 pounds. Her blonde locks flow down to just below her shoulders and is often kept very tame and straight. When she used to live in Victoria, BC the humidity would cause it to frizz back into its natural wavy wonder. Kristen would never, pile her hair in a ponytail unless she was working out or alone in her dorm.
Kristen’s eyes often seem very cold and hard, like ones that bore holes into your back as you walk away. No. They aren’t innocent baby blue eyes, or hopeless romantic eyes that hold a hue true to the ocean’s wispy waves; they, to be blunt, resemble those one would believe belonged to a mass murderer. However, when accompanied by a smile, they look less harmless. If her emotions lack heart-felt qualities her expressions can look very fake. Over all, she is a very readable person!
Kristen generally wears skirts, jeans and hoodies. She likes to wear feminine clothes with a modern twist, however her style can never be labeled as ‘girly’. Kristen often doesn’t really put much thought into what she is to wear, generally she throws on anything! In terms of make up, kristen rarely wears dark colors. Daily, she will wear a sheer lip gloss and a blush with eye shadow. At night or at special events, she dyes her lips a deep read and powders her eyes with a dark grey. She's not perfect, with her faux expressions and murderous eyes, however Krysten certainly is one of a kind.
+ alter egos;; brittany snow.
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our story begins «//
+ thicker than water;;
- , mother. < ALLISON MARKER > the young single mom at fifty-four whom was widowed at the age of fourty. she works as a doctor, so she barely has time to spare on her children at home.
- , brother < PETER HAALKEN > kristen's older brother. at twenty five, he's a rebellious young poet who lives in the attic of kristens' mothers home! everyone really wants him to get a real job, however, he doesn't care.
- , bow wow < ANNABELLE > an elderly dog whom is on her last legs of life. She's a golden doodle who has chunks of fur missing from all over her body. She's loyal, but blind. poor puppy.
+ motherland;; victoria, BRITISHCOLUMBIA, canada
lifting the veil«//
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+ full of surprises;;According to everything other people say about her, gossip about her, whine about her, this is Kristen Haalken:
[ INTOXICATING-HELLO-KITTY-CUTENESS ] Kristen is said to have a bazaar queer way of being cute in the most annoying way. She does bazaar things with her hands, and raises her voice to a squeak and shrugs like a little girl. Yes, this would be cute if she WAS a little girl, but she is not. Therefore, it is completely annoying!
[ SUNSHINE-PLASTIC-HAPPY ] There are two kinds of happy which Kristen can be. One is genuine happy, where she bears a sweet smile and quiets down considerably and listens, and the second type of happy. A “plastic” happy. It’s obvious that when she is angry or envious of someone she wears a fake visage. It’s rather easy to see completely through her when she gets this way.
[ FLIRTATIOUS-CRAZED-CHICKER ] when she's bored, she flirts. When she's hungry, she flirts. When there are boys, she flirts. Kristen is boy crazy and isn't boy crazy. She laps up any attention from guys that she can get (probably due to the loss of her father), and certainly has boundaries, which she won’t allow any one to cross. If people push her into a relationship, she'll probably back out before they have the chance.
[ DEVILISH-ENVIOUS-ROBOT ] As previously stated, Kristen's anger and envy can be easily identified on her face. Basically every time she is a sour mood, everyone who has perfectly decent eyes can see the fake smile and hard eyes and know that she is unbelievably angry and/or jealous of you. =O
[ IS-SHE-NOT-? ] When shot down by a comment or when she is extremely sad, Kristen doesn't speak and mopes around. Her sadness, as well, is very easy to read. However, she is somewhat better at hiding it within when she needs to.+ love them;;-+ chocolate
-+ boys
-+ boys
-+ boys
-+ lovee
-+ cats
-+ the stage
-+ reading+ hate them;;-x smoking
-x backstabbettes
-x posers
-x jealousy
-x tests
-x bad MARKS !! =Oit's history «//
+ epic worthy;;[ ABOUT A GIRL , ] imagine this. a relieved sigh. tiny fingers. blood and guts. wailing for the first time, and the millionth. it never got old for the doctors. however, it was totally new to see the smiling mother, as she looked for the first time into the eyes of her baby girl. "eww. Are babies supposed to look like that?" it was the voice of another, a three-year-old boy who was clinging to be father’s chest as he was hoisted to peer through the tiny window of the room. "Yes" the man shook his head to himself and gave a chuckle, one to disguise his tears and muffle his sobs of joy. The boy, oblivious scratched at the glass, and then, the two blue pools collided. Brother, and sister. From that moment on, they knew they would royally dislike each other.
[ TEARS FOR THE CHILDRENN , ] It was then, when she was no more then a child, which her father died. He did not die as a noble, nor was his memory ever since then brought up, because of his acts. He was a murderer, who was murdered by a son, avenging his father. For the longest time, she didn't know where her daddy went. Her mother, refusing to admit he ever existed. But she knew that she'd find out where he was gone eventually. Soon, her mother became more detached from the family of three, working all the time and leaving the brother and sister to bond. However, this was not so and the two grew to hate each other and become complete and utter enemies.
[ LOVE LOST ? ] when Kristen was no more then 15, she fell in love with a boy named Jayy. No, that's not right, he was not a boy. But a man. A student teacher. Her world soon became only him, she began to go crazy with her feelings inside before he began to notice her. "You're so pretty" he would say, stroking her hair lovingly. She lapped up the attention and soon craved more. They met outside of school soon, going on random dates and getting into trouble. However, three months later, Kristen found that she was to bear his baby. Shocked, Jayy denied it, and soon traveled to Paris, in desperate attempts to escape these accusations which were so very true. Kristen never had the baby. Nor, was the young, reckless girl ever trusted by her mother again.
[ TURNING TO THE INDEPENDENCE ] Ignoring her father’s memory, Kristen became an independent teen who never really needed the consultations through life that other teens may have. She soon realized her love for performing through a high school play, Romeo and Juliet where she scored one of the second lead roles. She soon realized that she would try to go into theater in university and so she did!
WOW! WHAT AN AMAZING LIFE >=O
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the puppeteer «//
+ name;; ivy, or UGLY! ;3
+ age;; one hundred and seventy, yes, i am the oldest person in the world. [/crazyfauxagedwomanness] fifteen. :3
+ how you found us;; ROUGH ALL OVER'
+ sample;;The sun was setting over the horizon of New York, her home for twenty-six long, painful years of finding herself. Her figure was seated on the torn bean bag of her vanity, bolted to the walls of her out dated apartment. Looking herself in the mirror, she pictured the thin soft features of a child, her childhood. A little brunette girl attempting to dribble a deflated basket ball down the abandoned street with no one to play with. Her father and his new wife were probably attending a gang meeting or dinner, leaving her to fend for herself. She could barely recall the sadness she felt, even as a child, the feeling of being alone. No one would ever expect this sad little girl to grow up with the drive to sell herself to men. Stella also had a high school education, she lacked going to college when her father died, even then, she had no money.
Stella looked at herself with hard, unfeeling eyes, her wavy brunette locks fell over her grey, now emotionless eyes which she had at this time of day, when she would come alive on the streets. She took out a cheap stick of lip stick and swiped it over her pursed lips, turning them a crimson nearly vampire-istic hue. She wore a revealing, tight black tank top around her torso and a leather skirt with a corset like pattern going up the back. Her legs were secured with high leather high-heeled boots, over all, she resembled cat woman, a look she found most alluring in the dim light of night. With little effort, she heaved herself to her feet unsteadily, walking to wards the bullet hole shot door of her apartment. She picked up her house keys and jammed them in the pocket of her skirt and slung the petite purse over her shoulder before exiting the tiny closet that was her home. A crisp cold greeted her as she exited into the New York abyss, causing her to shudder slightly.
For the next five hours, she would walk the streets, waiting for her time to shine, and yet be so emotionless as she always was around men. "Hi, Stella. How's it going?" A rusty voice, tainted by many years of smoking drugs called. Stella turned, walking back wards as she smirked. "Hey Ruth, how's business?" Ruth was a hooker just as herself. Ruth looked Stella up and shrugged effortlessly, she smacked her gum before replying, "eh, a little slow. You should watch out, cops are beginning to cruise these parts." She held a finger lazily in the air, raising her eyebrows, "Oh, and watch out for old guys, they're slow but they pay big!" she used her arms to emphasize her point as she jogged to catch up with Stella. "Hm, I need more money," Stella complained linking arms with Ruth. "I could due with another pair of shoes" She laughed, looking at Ruth with a dim sparkle in her eye. "Couldn't we all due with an extra buck or two? Hm. What about getting married? You could have all the money you want then eh? hun." Stella gave Ruth a long, painful stare, she knew no one would want to marry her or any other hooker like her. She peeled her eyes off of Ruth's physique and concentrated on the side walk ahead of her. A group of men, on their way to a local bar past without a word, all of them about Stella's age. Ruth snorted to herself before turning her red head to look at Stella. "Its funny. How... Similar we are to them bats or nocturnal critters... We sleep all day, act all normal and everything... But at night... That's when we come alive" Stella raised an eyebrow and shrugged, reaching to unzip her purse to draw a cigarette to her lips.
A silver sky was stretched over the buildings above the two girls as they walked along. It was strange to see how deserted the streets were now. An eerie silence caused alarm to pump through Stella's veins. Ruth hadn't spoken to her since her strange bat comment, but now, it seemed as if she were too frightened to do so. The brunette shared her fear. Gangs weren't the only thing one was to fear in these parts. The mafia families lived around here, god knew what they would do to two girls alone on the streets. "What do you think?" Ruth whispered, huddling closer to Stella's side as they carried on. "What do I think about what?" Stella said Cooley, taking her cigarette from her lips and exhaling serpents of smoke. "About the mafia? I know how much you like that Anthony boy" Ruth murmured, for she too understood where they were heading. Stella immediately buckled at the sound of the name of the boy she had come to be so fond of. Stella ignored Ruth's jab at her and carried on looking ahead of herself. The strong beat from a close by night club vibrated through her boots as Stella stood in front of her friend, an indifferent expression on her face. "Looks like the fish aren't biting tonight" Ruth rolled her eyes, "Let's head back huh?"
As the night came to a sudden end, and the morning sun peeked over the buildings of New York City, Stella waved her goodbye to her friend however had a single thought in her mind. Anthony. She was yet to know much about the boy, however he was indeed someone whom didn't treat her as horribly as she tend to be treated by men whom desired her services. She shrugged to herself before, fully-clothed, flopped down onto her bed and drifted into a dreamless sleep. [ FROM ARRIVADERCI. a site i no longer rp on. not very good, but its my most recent postie =P ]
