Post by reese arlette hassan on Apr 6, 2009 20:41:04 GMT -5
REESE ARLETTE HASSAN
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NAME reese’s pieces, reesey, reese witherspoon, ree-ree, arlie, hussy hassan.
AGE twenty-one.
GENDER female.
SEXUALITY bisexual.
ON TOUR WITH tell me on tuesday.
AS THEIR assistant manager
LIKES her iphone. her macbook. myspace. buzznet. her sidekick. her itouch. stickam. random emails. being textually active. scary movies. ugly dolls. vodka straight up. kamikaze and liquid cocaine shots. menthol cigarettes. parties. her friends. flat irons. extensions. mac. false eyelashes. halloween. costume parties. cupcakes. warm chocolate chip cookies. hamburgers. any kind of television. gross-out jokes. guitar hero. video games. synth music. fake mustaches. muddy fields. rainy days. trees. play fighting. sexing hot folk. touring. climbing trees. peppermint patties. vegan food. bubble tea. sushi. peanut butter. organic foods. the smell of rain on hot cement. mosh pits. photography. obscure art. making music. making art. managing a band. maple syrup. pancakes. flavored lube. glow in the dark anything. being on top. orange juice. maraschino cherries. cocktails. dirty talk. being rough in bed. biting. kisses. hugging. cuddling. laughing until she cries. soft skin. big blue eyes. piano player’s hands.
DISLIKES romantic movies. fish. aquariums. sea world. shamu. tighty-whities. short skirts. long dresses. getting motion sickness. apples. martinis. bad coffee. cheese sandwiches. fakes. liars. cheaters. drama-llamas. giraffes. worms. leeches. blood in general. meat. the circus. peacocks. wool sweaters. the color brown. her brother. milk. excessive facial hair. neck beards. hesitant guys. being nervous. taking medication. being a drug addict. people who spell out curse words. screaming babies. shopping. action movies. umbrellas. yoko ono. birds. getting rejected. going home alone. waking up alone. watermelon candies. giant dogs. pants that have words across the ass (unless it’s something vulgar and offensive). scarves. wearing shoes indoors. santa clause. her father’s atrocious accent. the holidays. candy canes. her accent.
FEARS people finding out her secrets, obviously!
someone seeing through her happy girl façade.
getting pregnant again; she won’t be able to get rid of it again, but she also isn’t ready to keep it.
falling for the wrong person.
dying of an accidental overdose.
getting kick off of tour for partying too much.
losing her job.
STRENGTHS good listener, affectionate, meticulous, motivated, dedicated.
WEAKNESSES hopeless romantic (and i mean hopeless), too good at lying, puts herself down, easily frustrated.
GOALS fall for the right person.
get married/shack up happily for at least two years.
have children when she’s emotionally and financially able to.
make a sex tape.
live in japan for a year.
learn 3 new languages.
get off of her medication for good.
live clean.
reconcile with lost friends.
SECRETS aborted a baby six months ago but she wanted to keep it.
had a lesbian experience with her best friend when she was fifteen.
was addicted to painkillers throughout high school.
addicted to her anxiety medication.
PERSONALITY 'there's two sides to me, i'll have you know. i've just programmed myself to behave in two different manners depending on who i'm with. that makes me sound like some sort of scary robot, but it's true. i just don't feel comfortable being myself around people i don't know, so i sort of like to test them. i act like a bitch, though not totally; i talk shit; i make and break acquaintances very quickly if they're not useful or beneficial to me. of course, i don't go crazy with all of this, so i do make some friends. the sad part, though, is that those that i usually do make are exactly like me. it's hard not to get emotionally attached to them, you know? but some people see right through my front and have seen enough of me with my actual good friends to want to be a good friend. to get on my good side.
besides being a part-time douchebag, i can be a fun kid. i make bad jokes, snort when i laugh hard, actually put myself into humorous situations in order to play the fool, and so on and so forth. there may or may not be a video of me on youtube pretending to be kiki kannibal...except i have black electrical tape for 'stripes' in my hair, a diaper with suspenders, and a huge, ugly-ass shrinky-dink on a chain. yeah, it was a dare, but i can be funny if i want to be. usually it involves me making a fool of myself or mocking someone else, but i enjoy it. now, when i'm in a negative mood...you'll probably hate my guts. i mope, i whine, i sigh and act like a big emo kid. and that's when i'm not agressive or stressed. when i am, i lash out at others. i tear them to shreds emotionally and i actually kinda pride myself on it. i pout and brood and give dirty looks. i make nasty remarks and it's not always pleasant. the one thing that can get me to stop is for someone to just be sympathetic, even a little. if someone were to tell me, 'reese, shut up' i would more than likely keep going just to be a stubborn ass.
i'm a mess of contradictions. ask any of my friends on my opinion on hollywood beauty ideals, and they'll tell you that i abhor them with every ounce of my being. so why would i be striving to meet them, caking on the makeup and spending hours on my hair if i hate them so much? i'm the same way with my family. more often that not, you'll hear me cursing someone in my family out, but i love them to death. i'm fucked up that way. i've had people ask me if i was bipolar, but that's not what's wrong with me. i just can't stand by my opinions. i'll smoke and drink, but you'll hear me moaning on and on about how terrible it is as i'm slamming back shots and chain-smoking. i guess old habits die hard and i'm in no fit condition to change them.
i'm terrible with keeping secrets. and i'm also really bad with asking questions. these two combined have earned me the less than honorable title of gossip queen. i can't help but to be nosy and try to dig up as much information about a person as i can. i've always been an 'ask-hole', as my brother calls me, but it just got worse when i realized i could use things against other people if i needed to. i had an extensive knowledge of a lot of not-so-pleasant facts of girls in highschool. and some non-facts, too. i wouldn't call them lies, just pieces of information that were badly communicated to me. i'm also a fabulous liar, but i've kind of grown out of using that, since i met people i actually get along with. i don't have to hide things from them.
what else can i say about myself...i have a bad temper. i've been known to throw fits if i don't get my way. well, actually, i am known for that. i'm like a little kid in that way. i'll scream and stamp my feet and generally act immaturely to get what i want. it can be anything, from things i want and can't have (sometimes men and women), to things i don't/do want to do. it's another one of those habits i can't break. but who would want to if people always give in to you? i'm a spoiled rotten princess and people either accept it and go along with it or don't tolerate it and leave me be. generally people have gone along with it, though, which surprises even me. maybe they think it's funny, maybe they think it's sad or maybe they think i'm retarded. but i do tend to shut up and act real nice when i do get my way. that could be the real reason.'
PARENTS jane elizabeth fleming hassan, human resources lady at a big company; jabari mohammed hassan, runs a vegan/halal restaurant.
SIBLINGS birch james hassan, nineteen, student/salesperson at american apparel; caydee rae hassan, eighteen, student.
HOMETOWN london, england.
OTHER FIGURES harold marvin fleming, sixty-one, uncle, CEO of the company jane works for.
HISTORY reese wasn’t an accident, but her brother and sister were. her parents met when jabari went to england as an exchange student, and met jane at a youth rally. jabari was bold, brave and outgoing, while jane was quiet and determined, and they immediately hit it off. they spent as much time together as possible until jabari had to go back to canada to graduate. he vowed to return to england for jane, which he did as soon as he saved up enough money to rent them a tiny flat. he worked as a chef at a café (where he learned to manage a business as well as picked up some tasty vegan recipes) while jane worked as an office clerk. they married when jane was twenty-two and jabari was twenty-three, after dating and living together since jabari was seventeen and jane was sixteen.
born on a cool and calm november afternoon, reese had the middle class upbringing right from the start. her life was mediocre, to say the least. it was long and boring without much excitement. there were always just enough toys, just enough clothes for the little girl. she never got anything she ever asked for that wasn't necessary, which was probably the cause for all the excesses she would grow accustomed to as she grew up. reese would have probably been happy with any sort of imbalance in her life, be it good or bad. as a kid, she often sought to have adventures, and often it resulted in getting in trouble. but of course, reese loved it. falling out of trees and getting lost were adventures and they brightened her drab life. it would be a dangerous thing later on in life, however.
something reese never got a lot of was attention. her younger siblings were always better behaved, charismatic, pleasant and more affectionate to her parents. reese was distant and independent, and rather didn't have the interest or time to bond with her family. her family just got used to not paying her any attention so when she actually craved it, it was never offered. so she began to look for it in other ways. the things she did for fun became much more dangerous and risky, including making her own tree fort and camping out for days on end in the summer, sneaking into abandoned houses and exploring, and even trying to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow when she was seven. reese was often brought home by the police, given a reprimand by her parents and then left to her own devices.
reese found ways to make people notice her when she started school. she asked a lot of questions in class, got in fights in the playground, made and broke friendships within days. no one was ever sure who reese called her best friend, but those that usually lasted the longest were equally hyperactive and abrasive. reese kept many close male friends, as they were the one who enjoyed adventures and getting dirty as much as she did. when she was twelve, she had a record of 5 fights in the schoolyard, and won them all. reese was tough but her smile was always known to win even the grouchiest people over.
when reese began middle school, she found that most people had changed over the summer. girls were even cattier than before, and the guys weren't interested in hanging out with her. instead, her former friends were all chasing the girls that despised everything reese was. the young woman struggled for several years to find a way to get attention again from guys. she missed being friends with them and now that the only thing on their minds was sex, she would give it to them. of course, by hooking up with a new guy every month, she'd be guaranteed some interesting conversation. plus she found she liked sex, which was a bonus. reese couldn't even be bothered with her new title as school tramp. she had boys who were friends who would actually entertain her until she got bored and went for the next biggest, more exciting thing.
reese also lost her tomboy looks at around age fifteen, and started to grow into her lanky frame. she was a late bloomer, definitely, and her girlie hormones took hold of her all of a sudden. she began wearing makeup and styling her hair in something other than a ponytail. clothes were no longer something to just wear so as to not be naked, but a whole new interest. reese had finally found something in common with other girls. she picked up a few close female friends at the beginning of high school, though they were rather loud and tom-boyish like her in several aspects. girlie-girls were definitely a pet peeve, and though she'd never admit it, reese always wanted to be like them. they were loved by everyone, it seemed. they never got into fights or got dirty, the boys loved them even though they didn't want to talk about video games or sports. they were like the stupid little plastic dolls you could buy at wal-mart. and reese was totally jealous.
reese had always had a curiosity in drugs. on summer vacation after her junior year, the family moved to canada (the family moved to ontario when jane’s uncle offered her a big promotion at his company)and her world changed forever. reese was always quick to make new friends, but the ones she made as a teen were to lead to one of her great downfalls. she finally gave in to one of her friend’s peer pressure and smoked a joint. she liked it, the calming effect and the way everything was so funny and she was doing it with friends and got their approval. soon after that, she started smoking pot on a daily basis, graduating to uppers and downers as well. her friends supplied her with ecstasy, xanax, ativan, ephedrine and caffeine pills with her usual pot. she skipped school constantly to get high, hid under bleachers to smoke joints, and even dealt a little on the side when she was low on cash. her mother found a joint in her jeans one day when she was doing the laundry, and forced reese to quit. well, reese didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. she was under constant lockdown in her house, and didn’t go to a social event for three months.
during that time she became quite the myspace whore. her younger sister was interested in photography and had a cheap canon powershot that she didn’t use that often in her room, which reese jacked and took a ton of pictures of herself. she was locked in her room for months, and that became the way in which she amused herself. she amassed quite the little following online, including local bands, and when her grounding was finally over she threw herself into the band scene. for a while she did promotion for some bands, then moved up to being a merch girl. her grades suffered a little, but she managed to graduate high school. she worked at a vintage record store for a while after graduation, before she got an internship at clusterfuck records. from there she clawed her way to the top, touring with countless bands on too many tours, drinking way too much and sleeping with too many people on the way.
NAME karen!
AGE 20. eep.
EXPERIENCE like, 6 years?
OTHER CHARACTERS none yet.
THE MAGIC WORD -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE blushing, she laughed and shook her head, slightly embarrassed. did she really give off the bad girl vibe? she didn’t think what she’d done was so bad. it was tame, compared to a lot of girls her age. and they weren’t even that bad on the bad girl scale. reese was only at the very bottom of this scale. “not really…bad. i didn’t do everything perfectly. i skipped my fair share of classes, did a few dumb things, got into illegal substances,” she clarified and grinned slightly, biting her lip. reese smiled softly, watching lex’s expression when he frowned a little. seeing him all serious made her want to make him smile, make him feel better, make him feel good. her hand slid over and took his, squeezing the flesh softly, enjoying the intimate touch. “you must have been adorable,” she smiled softly, affectionately stroking his cheek with her thumb of her free hand. that was one thing about reese that most people knew about; she was naturally affectionate, and somewhat tactile in doing so. she was more apt to pet your hand then to hug you when showing sympathy. especially now, in private with lex, she was able to let loose on what she normally had to contain and keep to a minimum, and just as much as she gave to any member of the band. “high school isn’t a picnic for everyone,” she nodded, giving him a sympathetic smile. “but hey. look at you. the faggot table is touring the fucking world. you’re a rockstar with groupies,” she laughed softly, brightening falsely. she fucking hated groupies. as far as she was concerned, they were parasites living off of the band. they moved in on her boys, her band, who reese had always been highly protective of. even before she got this personal with lex, she was there to make sure he didn’t get just any skeezebag strolling off the street who went to a hotel room with him after the show. she screened a lot of the groupies that were allowed to hang on for the tour. even if she didn’t like it, they were in demand. the teenies she hated even more. screaming, throwing underwear and bras and god knows what at the band. she didn’t often show it, because she didn’t really want to acknowledge it, but she was pretty jealous. moreso now than when she wasn’t sleeping with a member of the band on a regular basis. reese froze slightly, trying to maintain her smile. her highschool love life wasn’t something she was at all proud of. she wasn’t sure how to explain to lex that she was the girl her guy friends fucked so they would still be interested in hanging out with her when video games and sports and play fighting were not enough to hold their interest. “i guess i was popular with my friends,” she began, licking her lips as she glanced away. “i, uh-i slept with my guy friends. most of them, at least. at one point or another. just because…i didn’t want them to leave me for some idiotic girlfriend who put out,” she mused, scratching her head absently. reese swallowed hard and smiled at lex, blinking nervously a few times. “does that make sense? i…i sweetened the deal, i guess. so i wouldn’t have to be alone. or lose time with them. i upped the ante, so to speak,” she nodded thoughtfully. “i wasn’t a slut, i just…put out. for a select few,” she chuckled, gnawing on her lip to keep from word-vomiting.
the young woman scoffed, looking almost offended by what he had tried to tell her. ”get out. your legs are great. look. they’re nice and muscular, and strong too,” she nodded, rolling her eyes at his denial. she ran her hand down his thigh, to his calf where she squeezed gently, before running her hand back up again where it had been. “i’m jealous of your thighs. i have chicken legs,” she laughed softly, glancing down at her leg that wasn’t locked between his. the knee too knobbly, the lower leg too crooked, her thigh looking more like a young tree trunk than a feature of a woman’s leg. but then again, reese was hypercritical of her own appearance. her teeth were too big and horsey, her skin not clear enough, her hair never straight enough. the list went on and on, literally. when she was thirteen she made a list of things she’d like to change about herself. it was long gone, thrown out when she cleaned her room. but it wasn’t forgotten. “some of them are,” she smirked, shaking her head. “but i like most of them. i love your fedoras. those are fucking sexy as hell,” she admitted, her voice dropping an octave, slightly conspiratorial and a little seductive, if he heard her the same way she heard herself. her eyes slid closed lazily as he traced her features, tilting her face closer to his touch. his fingers were cool, and almost burned as they trailed over her skin. it was awesome. honestly, everything about lex was magic. she couldn’t explain, or list all the things about him she loved. it just happened, and it was so incredibly pleasurable to be laying there in his bunk, with his arms around her to hold her against him. she opened an eye to peek at him, slowly breaking into a few giggles. “what’s with the sweet talking? what did you do?” she teased, leaning in to press her lips against his quickly, once, twice. her lips quirked up into a smile, actually rather pleased by the compliment. “thanks,” she grinned slightly, repeating the quiet laugh as a faint color went to her cheeks. “mmm. guys usually have retarded laughs. logan does, for sure,” she laughed softly, biting her lip. “i like yours though. it’s so cute when you giggle. and i like your belly laugh. it’s…nice to hear. it makes other people want to smile,” she nodded, figuring she’d described it accurately enough to not insult him. people generally didn’t like it when they were told they didn’t have a nice laugh.
reese groaned at the joke, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “that’s an awful joke. maybe you should tell him to go into the porno industry. he has the perfect name. whereas mine is more suited for…candy,” she smiled. she almost laughed nervously, but lex’s mouth came down on hers and she was silenced rather blissfully. her eyes closed automatically, and she nodded obediently when he pulled off. she licked her lips, considering this. it was…well, flattering. he wanted her all to himself. but the sinking feeling came into her gut right after that. he probably said that to all the girls he slept with, or was currently sleeping with. she couldn’t be the only one. but he liked to monopolize his girls. understandable, she supposed. she only slept with one person since she started fucking lex, and the entire time she couldn’t stop thinking about him, how he was so much better than this asshole grunting on top of her. so there wasn’t a problem on her end. she wanted, however, to be a little defiant. crazily, she wanted him to snap the whip metaphorically, and re-claim her savagely. reese wasn’t really a feminist, nor was she the type of girl who appreciated male chauvinism, but there was definitely a part of her that got off on the caveman in men, dragging their women back to the cave to break them in. primal instinct, possibly. lex could club her over the head any damn time he wished. he was a change in pace from the usual guys she got. smart-asses, jackasses, skinny with flat-ironed hair, or douchebag indie kid clothes. a lot of fans hit on her, unbeknownst to them that she was actually the band’s assistant manager. probably because of her age, but it didn’t matter. usually she growled a warning, or sent the most beefy member of the security team after them. she never noticed lex’s reaction. she’d been too concerned with covering her own ass and restraining herself from letting a punch fly. despite looking like a doll, she was pretty fucking tough. she associated more with boys than girls growing up, and had more than her fair share of school yard fights with boys her own size, and of course girls that she could easily take down. reese wasn’t the type of girl you messed with if you didn’t have some sort of beef. “oh no. if there’s a wet tee shirt contest, you’re the one wearing the tee shirts,” she smirked, eyes dancing over his face. she had to bite down on her lower lip, measuring her breathing and making it as slow as possible when lex put his hand up the back of her hoodie. her heart was probably pounding really loudly, too loud to muffle. at least she could try and control her breathing so she didn’t hyperventilate. that was all it took for lex to set her off. “obviously, if i was the only contestant,” she laughed breathily, staring up at him, totally enraptured now. she jumped as her bra loosened, and she sent him a playful glare as she reached down the front of her hoodie and shirt, pulling off the straps from her arms so she could pull it out from under her shirt. she tossed the pink bra onto his lap, grinning crookedly at him. “you dirty bastard, you did that on purpose,” she mumbled, almost in awe, before shaking her head and relaxing again. but the bra wasn’t enough, apparently. reese shivered slightly when the hoodie came up and over her head, knocking a few loose strands of hair onto her face awkwardly. she pushed them away, before sighing and undoing her hair from the loose ponytail. her fingers combed it out, and she smiled softly at lex. “sorry. i’m just…obsessive about my hair,” she nodded, tucking a section behind her ear with a soft laugh. she could already feel the color coming to her cheeks, making them feel hot. it wasn’t a crime to want to look presentable for the guy you were attempting to impress. right? but reese felt so damn awkward anyway. she shivered again, and moved closer to lex, pulling his arm around her shoulder and leaning into his side. she crossed her arms across her chest, trying to hide the pair of little tents across the front of her shirt. it would not at all help her situation if lex noticed her nipples getting hard at this very inopportune moment. and since they weren’t implicitly having sex, it was kind of awkward for her. but as long as he didn’t scream “nippleitis” if he noticed, it couldn’t be that bad.
reese leaned back into the kisses, enjoying the teasing brevity in which his lips pressed into hers. slowly her hand snaked up, resting first on his shoulder for the little kisses, then tangled in his hair as they became more intense. this was definitely, without a doubt, the way she wanted to die. the warmth coming from lex pressed to her front, holding her close to him as he kissed her was…there really were no words. her breath almost came in gasps when he finally pulled back, and reese could taste him in her mouth, sweet and slightly chocolately. it was pretty much heaven in a kiss. her fingers combed through his hair, absently stroking his scalp gently as she caught her breath. just because it wasn’t the most intense tongue-wrestling make out session she’d ever participated in, did not mean that it didn’t make her lightheaded and so concentrated on making the moment last that she forgot to inhale and exhale. what he said when they were done almost knocked the air out of her lungs again, and she forced a smile so she didn’t look retarded. that was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her, ever. it was like words from god’s mouth. she giggled out loud, rather amused and flattered by that remark. “my accent…what should i say?” she smiled goofily, still stunned from the kisses as she moved closer to him. “do you have a request, or should i just wing it?” she smirked slightly. the only time her accent slipped out was when she was drunk, woken up suddenly or in a lot of pain. she supposed that being drunk on love and kisses and affection counted, so she took a deep breath before allowing her forced accent to dissolve. she’d been raised on american movies and television, so the accent wasn’t hard to pick up when she moved to canada at age sixteen. but it wasn’t always possible to keep using it. she took a deep breath, grinning before she spoke. “lexington edmonton,” she began, giggling again at how weird it was to say his name out loud, in front of him, with such an intimate edge to it. “lexington, you’ve been a naughty, naughty boy,” she nodded, biting on the inside of her lip to try and tame the large, goofy grin that still showed in the crinkling around her eyes. “i feel ridiculous,” she admitted, still with her soft london brogue. “thank you for inviting me over tonight. i’m having a lot of fun so far,” she beamed up at him. now that she was getting into the habit, it wasn’t so weird for her to speak freely in front of lex anymore. and if it was a turn on, bonus for her. good for future reference, if there was a lull in phone sex or something. but she knew he’d probably ask for the next session to be entirely in her accent. it was definitely flattering. “okay, before you jizz all over me, your turn,” she smirked, switching back to her regular, false accent. however, she let a small amount of her real accent affect the inflection of her words, ever so slightly hinting at the dead giveaway of her native land. “so. i know i get to watch you all the time. but i’d like to just listen to you sing, maybe,” she blushed, biting down on her lower lip for a moment. she just wanted to close her eyes, lean her head on his chest and listen to the sounds that came out of him. just for her.
