Post by kay on Jan 3, 2012 20:07:46 GMT -5
TATE XAVIER REILLY
seventeen, senior, hetrosexual, confidant, instinctive, zac efron
[/size][/justify]TATE'S THOUGHTS ON VARIOUS ASPECTS OF HIS LIFE
family: "although we're hardly ever in the same room, i do get along with my parents well. maybe it's because i'm an only child, or maybe it's just because my dad is always working and we don't have time to get into arguments. and as for my mom, well, she's easy going enough that she doesn't really care what i do just as long as i'm doing well in school." the move: “when we moved from aspen to velocity last summer i was annoyed to say the least. i didn’t know how i’d deal with it. i grew up in the snow, i loved snowboarding… but it didn’t take long for me to learn to love florida” friends: "i consider my friends to be closer to me than my family, or at least my close friends. i tend spend more time with them then my family anyways. and they're always there when i need them, which isn't saying much since we are typically always together. not to mention i don’t know what i’d do without ---" school: "i don't mind school as much as other people. yeah, it sucks, but it's something that needs to be done to live a good life; a means to an end." the future: "the future scares me. i can’t lie about it. it’s easy not having to care about anything besides sports, homework and her." love: "without sounding as sappy as possible, i know it exists. it’s the only reason i haven’t begged my parents to let me go back to aspen.”
ADJECTIVES THAT DESCRIBE TATE
confident: tate is a very confidant guy, which also feeds into the competitive and charming aspects of his personality. being confidant with himself is one of the things that sealed tate’s fate when his parents moved to florida – they were sure that, even though he was in his senior years, he could easily fit in with a whole new crowd of people. along with being confidant, stubborn persona can rub off tate at times, which again feeds into being competitive and determined. if he knows he wants something, he will find a way to get it, whatever it may be. competitve: this feeds off what I was saying last. if tate wants something, he’ll do is best to get it. how else could he have scored the girl he did. oh yeah, that’s something he tends to keep to himself, his girlfriend. let’s go with a new example. getting on the senior (varsity? idk how us hs teams work) basketball team after only being in florida for a few weeks is hard for anyone, not to mention nerve wracking, but tate made it. why? because he was confident and competitive enough to show the team he belonged there. instinctive: it may not seem like it, but tate likes to act on instinct, and decides things on the fly. this can also be seen in how tate can make a decision. although what he may choose to go after may not always seem right, tate acts on what feels good in the moment. enthusiastic: wither it's in his day to day life, or while out with her friends, tate is hardly ever feeling down (unless you cound out the cross-country move a appfew years ago).
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Delilah stared at the ground for a moment, before looking back up to the tree. It took a minute for her to process what was happening, probably because it was so late. Had someone been watching her? "Is… is somewhere out there?" she called out, not knowing why she did. If there was still anyone out there like hell that they'd answer. Nobody in their right mind would want to be caught creeping. Then again, Delilah doubted that anyone would call out to their creeper.
While watching the tree, the ground where the branches had fallen, and the yard, Delilah pulled down on the sleeves on her sweater. Not being able to tear herself from the window. She was glad that she had put a sweater on earlier. Delilah knew that standing here would do no good. The only thing that show may get from standing there would be a cold. But she couldn't pull away.
She looked at the ground again. This wasn't the first time that she had seen branches and pine needles on the ground. Delilah normally thought nothing of it though. She'd blame the wind, the wind that could get so strong and cause the tree to bend and scratch against the house. The wind had been doing that for as long as she could remember. And before then, before the wind was the cause of the branches falling, it was Aaron's fault.
Nights when either of them couldn't sleep, like the last night he said he would, Aaron would come over and climb into her room using the tree as his ladder. Of course the wind was still to blame for the pine needles, but she was sure that with Aaron climbing up and down it, it caused more to fall.
Delilah decided to do one more look around before closing the window. Who knew, maybe the creep stayed around. Starting with the tree, her eyes moved from there, then to the yard, and then down at the branches on the ground. Delilah only let her eyes stay on the ground for a few seconds before she jumped back away from her window.
"Holy shit," She muttered to herself, now standing at least a foot back from her window. Delilah stood there, trying to get her head around who she just saw. Aaron was standing among the fallen branches and pine needles. "No," She told herself outloud, trying to rationalize what she had just saw. "No. I was just thinking about this. I'm seeing what I want to see."
Even if there was a small piece of her that actually wanted him to be down there, Delilah knew it wasn't real. It couldn't be. It was her mind playing tricks. Aaron was dead. She had been thinking about how Aaron used to climb into her room late at night. That's all it was. It was her mind showing her want she wanted. Taking a deep breath, calming herself from that trick her mind decided to play, Delilah stepped forward, moving back to the window.
While watching the tree, the ground where the branches had fallen, and the yard, Delilah pulled down on the sleeves on her sweater. Not being able to tear herself from the window. She was glad that she had put a sweater on earlier. Delilah knew that standing here would do no good. The only thing that show may get from standing there would be a cold. But she couldn't pull away.
She looked at the ground again. This wasn't the first time that she had seen branches and pine needles on the ground. Delilah normally thought nothing of it though. She'd blame the wind, the wind that could get so strong and cause the tree to bend and scratch against the house. The wind had been doing that for as long as she could remember. And before then, before the wind was the cause of the branches falling, it was Aaron's fault.
Nights when either of them couldn't sleep, like the last night he said he would, Aaron would come over and climb into her room using the tree as his ladder. Of course the wind was still to blame for the pine needles, but she was sure that with Aaron climbing up and down it, it caused more to fall.
Delilah decided to do one more look around before closing the window. Who knew, maybe the creep stayed around. Starting with the tree, her eyes moved from there, then to the yard, and then down at the branches on the ground. Delilah only let her eyes stay on the ground for a few seconds before she jumped back away from her window.
"Holy shit," She muttered to herself, now standing at least a foot back from her window. Delilah stood there, trying to get her head around who she just saw. Aaron was standing among the fallen branches and pine needles. "No," She told herself outloud, trying to rationalize what she had just saw. "No. I was just thinking about this. I'm seeing what I want to see."
Even if there was a small piece of her that actually wanted him to be down there, Delilah knew it wasn't real. It couldn't be. It was her mind playing tricks. Aaron was dead. She had been thinking about how Aaron used to climb into her room late at night. That's all it was. It was her mind showing her want she wanted. Taking a deep breath, calming herself from that trick her mind decided to play, Delilah stepped forward, moving back to the window.