Post by RORY AMELIA HUNTER. on Aug 13, 2012 14:42:23 GMT -5
» RORY HUNTER.
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001. -- bless this mess we tried our best that's all that we can do while the angels walk with the lonely ones in the cold rain and rescue you and this fable world's coming down hard -- fader BY the temper trap -- 002. -- wake up when it's dark outside making small talk with the sky again catch a snowflake on my tongue make a wish that daylight comes again -- this city's a mess by said the whale -- 003. -- i'm right here and i must admit i've been pining for you you're my wish when i touch myself i am conjuring you from when we talk all night and the minutes are free i just hope when i cast my spell you'll be falling for me -- retarded in love by say anything -- 004. -- we can laugh about it now but we hope everything works out be careful how you lick your wounds believe that change is coming soon how many times do you want to die how many ways do you want to die do you feel safe again look over your shoulder -- the royal we by silversun pickups -- 005. -- oh kiss me lick your cigarette then kiss me kiss me where your eye won't meet me meet me where your mind won't kiss me lick your eyes and mine and then hit me hit me with your eyes so sweetly oh you know you know you know yes i love i mean i'd love to get to know you -- no you girls BY franz ferdinand -- 006. -- if there's anyone near when we collide we throw them in the middle they can pick sides as the plans turn into compromise the promises all turn to lies the spite builds up and it can't get through passive me aggressive you -- all of this by the naked and famous -- 007. -- i've become a simple souvenir of someone's kill like the sea i am constantly changing from calm to ill madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole oh how i'm breaking down -- sleeping sickness by city and colour -- 008. -- flicking through a little book of sex tips remember when all the boys were electric now when she tells she's gonna get it i'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it clinging to not getting sentimental said she wasn't going but she went still likes her gentlemen not to be gentle was it a mega dobber or a betting pencil -- fluorescent adolescent by the arctic monkeys -- 009. -- so what's it gonna take silver shadow believer spock rocker with your dirty eyes it's a chance gonna move gonna fuck up your ego silly boy gonna make you cry so hold onto me pretty baby if you want to fly i'm gonna melt the fever sugar rolling back your eyes -- le disko by shiny toy guns -- 010. -- maybe i should cry for help maybe i should kill myself blame it on my add baby maybe i'm a different breed maybe i'm not listening so blame it on my add baby -- sail by awolnation.
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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]rory in a nutshell ;
[/font][/size]catty. manipulative. slutty. attention seeker. partier. borderline alcoholic. energetic. crazy. dependent. angry. hateful. insecure. affectionate. bitchy. lazy. almost hypersexual. film buff. antique lover. childish. immature. indifferent. careless. guarded. high maintenance. reclusive. loner. cold. clever. resentful. impetuous. impulsive. acts tough. loyal (ish). temperamental. moody. aggressive. irrational. crude. free spirited. stubborn. obnoxious. sarcastic. nasty. kind (when she wants to be). two faced. sweet. persuasive. charismatic. charming. flaky.
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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]well known facts ;
[/font][/size]001 » youngest daughter of thomas and deirdre hunter. thomas is the inheritor of a large computer company based in silicone valley, and deirdre is a retired actress.
002 » the hunter's are filthy rich, but rory doesn't advertise her relation to her mother or father for two reasons. one, because it might jeopardize her safety, and two, because she finds them both mortally embarrassing.
003 » parties a lot. even now that she's at college, rory finds the time to party, her studies never really being a main priority of hers.
004 » she has a fiery temper. it doesn't take a lot to make ror snap, but when she does it's better to let her scream and break things rather than get in the way. she eventually calms down.
005 » she's lazy. growing up with maids and nannies who did everything for her has made rory believe the world is full of people to wait on her and serve her as needed. needless to say, this doesn't make her very many friends.
002 » the hunter's are filthy rich, but rory doesn't advertise her relation to her mother or father for two reasons. one, because it might jeopardize her safety, and two, because she finds them both mortally embarrassing.
003 » parties a lot. even now that she's at college, rory finds the time to party, her studies never really being a main priority of hers.
004 » she has a fiery temper. it doesn't take a lot to make ror snap, but when she does it's better to let her scream and break things rather than get in the way. she eventually calms down.
005 » she's lazy. growing up with maids and nannies who did everything for her has made rory believe the world is full of people to wait on her and serve her as needed. needless to say, this doesn't make her very many friends.
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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]lesser known facts ;
[/font][/size]001 » resents pretty much her entire family for various reasons.
002 » pretty much bought her way into college, since the references from her high school teachers and headmistress were so bad.
003 » sleeps around like a fiend. and isn't ashamed to admit it.
004 » can be quite sweet when she warms up to someone and starts to value their company. however, she can be quite two faced, so it's hard to tell whether she's genuinely being nice, or just wants something from you.
005 » she's a huge film buff. you'll be hard-pressed to find a film she hasn't seen.
002 » pretty much bought her way into college, since the references from her high school teachers and headmistress were so bad.
003 » sleeps around like a fiend. and isn't ashamed to admit it.
004 » can be quite sweet when she warms up to someone and starts to value their company. however, she can be quite two faced, so it's hard to tell whether she's genuinely being nice, or just wants something from you.
005 » she's a huge film buff. you'll be hard-pressed to find a film she hasn't seen.
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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]shit no one knows ;
[/font][/size]001 » modeled throughout her teenage years, and is rather insecure about her body as a result.
002 » she wants to get into hollywood. not as an actress, but maybe as a scriptwriter, or even a director.
003 » pretends not to care when she really does, and vice versa. she knows it's unhealthy, but it's the only way rory knows to protect herself without being over the top and defensive all the time.
002 » she wants to get into hollywood. not as an actress, but maybe as a scriptwriter, or even a director.
003 » pretends not to care when she really does, and vice versa. she knows it's unhealthy, but it's the only way rory knows to protect herself without being over the top and defensive all the time.
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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]five outgoing voicemails ;
[/font][/size]001 » "you fucking whore. why'd you take my last bottle of vodka instead of buying your own, lazy bitch. oh, by the way, dad wants us to meet his newest mail order bride this weekend. i've already told him i'm busy, you should probably do the same. she's russian, or something. whatever. anyway, call me when you're not hungover." » to her older sister
002 » "hey dad. sorry can't make it this weekend, going down to san diego with friends, which we've planned forever. sasha sounds great, but i'll have to meet her some other time. see you." » to her father
003 » "mum! honestly! i couldn't care less what kind of massage techniques pierre picked up in thailand. can you please spare me the details next time? kind of gross. call me when you land back in la. and don't flirt with the customs officer again. you know they find it suspicious." » to her mother
004 » "i thought you were coming to mine? my bad. um, i can come around a little later, if you think you can handle me after a long day at work. heh. anyway, call me on your break, okay?" » to a fuckbuddy
005 » "i can't believe she went off with him! you know she told me he was a model. probably just a hand model, because his face was so not pretty. hahaha. oh my god, you need to call me. same again tonight, yeah?" » to a friend
002 » "hey dad. sorry can't make it this weekend, going down to san diego with friends, which we've planned forever. sasha sounds great, but i'll have to meet her some other time. see you." » to her father
003 » "mum! honestly! i couldn't care less what kind of massage techniques pierre picked up in thailand. can you please spare me the details next time? kind of gross. call me when you land back in la. and don't flirt with the customs officer again. you know they find it suspicious." » to her mother
004 » "i thought you were coming to mine? my bad. um, i can come around a little later, if you think you can handle me after a long day at work. heh. anyway, call me on your break, okay?" » to a fuckbuddy
005 » "i can't believe she went off with him! you know she told me he was a model. probably just a hand model, because his face was so not pretty. hahaha. oh my god, you need to call me. same again tonight, yeah?" » to a friend
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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]five incoming voicemails ;
[/font][/size]001 » "i think we both know that you're the whore in this family, ror. well, after mom that is. haha! go cry to someone else about your vodka, i'm perfectly aware you have a stash. did you know sasha's only five years older than i am? fucking five. anyway, talk to you whenever, slut. love you." » from her older sister
002 » "that's a shame, rory. sasha's really looking forward to meeting you. i'm sure you'll love her. good thing your sister's still coming. call me when you get home from san diego. i've put some spending money in your account." » from her father
003 » "oh, rory! grow up, why don't you? i can't gush to anyone else about how good pierre is with his hands! and i do not flirt with the security guys! what are you doing this weekend? can you come visit? ohhh, have you met your dad's new wife? i bet she's a witch!" » from her mother
004 » "i'm sure i can find some energy somewhere, ror, as per usual. it's kind of lame leaving me a voicemail, and then not picking up the phone when i call you back. but whatever. looking forward to seeing you." » from a fuckbuddy
005 » "really? oh wow. i didn't even see him! she's such a liar. and yes! definitely. we are so going out tonight. where did you have in mind? the waterfront's usually kicking and i haven't been there in ages! let me know!!" » from a friend
002 » "that's a shame, rory. sasha's really looking forward to meeting you. i'm sure you'll love her. good thing your sister's still coming. call me when you get home from san diego. i've put some spending money in your account." » from her father
003 » "oh, rory! grow up, why don't you? i can't gush to anyone else about how good pierre is with his hands! and i do not flirt with the security guys! what are you doing this weekend? can you come visit? ohhh, have you met your dad's new wife? i bet she's a witch!" » from her mother
004 » "i'm sure i can find some energy somewhere, ror, as per usual. it's kind of lame leaving me a voicemail, and then not picking up the phone when i call you back. but whatever. looking forward to seeing you." » from a fuckbuddy
005 » "really? oh wow. i didn't even see him! she's such a liar. and yes! definitely. we are so going out tonight. where did you have in mind? the waterfront's usually kicking and i haven't been there in ages! let me know!!" » from a friend
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Mortified wasn't a large enough word to describe what Olivia felt the morning after her drunk night with Abby. Not only was it the fact that she had woken up with a skull splitting headache and a stomach that refused to settle for much of the day, her friend hadn't hesitated to fill Olivia in on all the ridiculous things she'd done over the night. Including making a inappropriate and suggestive phone call to Daniel Archer. Even if Abby hadn't told her, when Olivia had looked at her phone, she had seen that she had called him in the middle of the night, and although she couldn't remember it completely at first, Abby's narrative managed to fill in most of the blanks. But that only made Olivia feel worse and concreted her belief that telling anyone about her dreams, sex fantasies or otherwise, was not a good idea.
Along with her embarrassment, Olivia was also finding it hard to come to terms with the fact she was attracted to Daniel, who she had spent the most part of the tour feeling irritated at. Vaguely, she was wondering if she had been the whole time, or if this was a new development, something that had resulted from her racy dream and overactive imagination. Either way, Olivia wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she already had a boyfriend who she adored (for the most part, anyway) and, despite wanting to end things on some occasions, Olivia could never intentionally hurt him. But, of course, on the other, some small, daring part of Olivia wanted to embrace the attraction to the irritating bodyguard and see what he was like between the sheets. In the struggle to find middle ground, Olivia's brain had settled for denial; she was not attracted to Daniel Archer, the phone call had never happened and her dream was merely a result of not getting any combined with the fact she could not get the mental image of his stupid, arrogant smirk out of her head. Simple as that.
Still, nothing could have prepared herself for the invitation to coffee. She had hoped that, like usual, Daniel would have respected her privacy outside of chatting backstage, but apparently, her drunk dialling had broken down some kind of unspoken agreement between them. With Abby's encouraging, Olivia agreed to meet him, completely unsure of what to expect. Was he going to try to talk about what had happened? Or was he just being his usual annoying, but kind, self, inviting her out for coffee the afternoon after she'd been drinking herself stupid? Either way, a coffee was exactly what Olivia needed, even if she didn't quite know how she was going to handle the situation as a whole.
Thankfully, the local coffee house was only a short walk from the hotel Olivia was currently camped out in, and after saying goodbye to a sleepy Rory who was still recovering from his latest night shift, Olivia had decided to walk. It was quite a nice day out, so Olivia was glad she'd had the sense to bring her sunglasses with her, both to shield her eyes from the sun, and to protect them from the painfully bright day. It had been years since she felt so hungover and completely disgusted with herself, but Olivia wasn't going to let that hold her back. Not today.
Upon arriving at the Starbucks, Olivia saw no sign of Daniel. Breathing a short sigh of relief, she sat herself at one of the outside tables, wanting to bask in the sun for a few moments to pull herself together. Sure, it was incredibly bright outside, but it was also quite hot, which made her feel slightly better as it warmed her skin. Sure, she was still queasy, and she wasn't sure if she could stomach an entire coffee, but being in the sun helped Olivia. It reminded her of home, and sitting on her apartment's balcony in Los Angeles when she was desperately trying to destress at the end of a long work day. This thought comforted her and strangely, she felt at ease. Leaning back into her seat, she closed her eyes, waiting for Daniel to show himself.
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Mortified wasn't a large enough word to describe what Olivia felt the morning after her drunk night with Abby. Not only was it the fact that she had woken up with a skull splitting headache and a stomach that refused to settle for much of the day, her friend hadn't hesitated to fill Olivia in on all the ridiculous things she'd done over the night. Including making a inappropriate and suggestive phone call to Daniel Archer. Even if Abby hadn't told her, when Olivia had looked at her phone, she had seen that she had called him in the middle of the night, and although she couldn't remember it completely at first, Abby's narrative managed to fill in most of the blanks. But that only made Olivia feel worse and concreted her belief that telling anyone about her dreams, sex fantasies or otherwise, was not a good idea.
Along with her embarrassment, Olivia was also finding it hard to come to terms with the fact she was attracted to Daniel, who she had spent the most part of the tour feeling irritated at. Vaguely, she was wondering if she had been the whole time, or if this was a new development, something that had resulted from her racy dream and overactive imagination. Either way, Olivia wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she already had a boyfriend who she adored (for the most part, anyway) and, despite wanting to end things on some occasions, Olivia could never intentionally hurt him. But, of course, on the other, some small, daring part of Olivia wanted to embrace the attraction to the irritating bodyguard and see what he was like between the sheets. In the struggle to find middle ground, Olivia's brain had settled for denial; she was not attracted to Daniel Archer, the phone call had never happened and her dream was merely a result of not getting any combined with the fact she could not get the mental image of his stupid, arrogant smirk out of her head. Simple as that.
Still, nothing could have prepared herself for the invitation to coffee. She had hoped that, like usual, Daniel would have respected her privacy outside of chatting backstage, but apparently, her drunk dialling had broken down some kind of unspoken agreement between them. With Abby's encouraging, Olivia agreed to meet him, completely unsure of what to expect. Was he going to try to talk about what had happened? Or was he just being his usual annoying, but kind, self, inviting her out for coffee the afternoon after she'd been drinking herself stupid? Either way, a coffee was exactly what Olivia needed, even if she didn't quite know how she was going to handle the situation as a whole.
Thankfully, the local coffee house was only a short walk from the hotel Olivia was currently camped out in, and after saying goodbye to a sleepy Rory who was still recovering from his latest night shift, Olivia had decided to walk. It was quite a nice day out, so Olivia was glad she'd had the sense to bring her sunglasses with her, both to shield her eyes from the sun, and to protect them from the painfully bright day. It had been years since she felt so hungover and completely disgusted with herself, but Olivia wasn't going to let that hold her back. Not today.
Upon arriving at the Starbucks, Olivia saw no sign of Daniel. Breathing a short sigh of relief, she sat herself at one of the outside tables, wanting to bask in the sun for a few moments to pull herself together. Sure, it was incredibly bright outside, but it was also quite hot, which made her feel slightly better as it warmed her skin. Sure, she was still queasy, and she wasn't sure if she could stomach an entire coffee, but being in the sun helped Olivia. It reminded her of home, and sitting on her apartment's balcony in Los Angeles when she was desperately trying to destress at the end of a long work day. This thought comforted her and strangely, she felt at ease. Leaning back into her seat, she closed her eyes, waiting for Daniel to show himself.
