Post by brooke halliway on Feb 3, 2008 8:59:15 GMT -5
THE SHAKE,
awful feeling.
name, Natalie
age, 16
years roleplaying, 5-6
when can you be on, Most of the time I’m not in school.
who/what showed you this site, neopets
MOVING ON,
pb, Nicole Linkletter (America’s Next Top Model, cycle 5)
full name, Brooke Camilla Lynn Halliway
nicknames, none
age, 17
grade, junior
family,
Rosalie Kelly [mother, 50]
Jonathan Halliway [father 52]
Nick Halliway [brother, 24]
Jimmy Halliway [brother, 20]
personality,
Brooke- well, she’s an interesting person. There’s the Dr. Jekyll Brooke, the sweetest girl in the world who can help you with any problem. She’s always there for you, never quick to judge and loves movie night with her friends. And then there’s the Mr. Hyde Brooke- the bitchy, self centered side who is proud, opinionated and judgmental. Sometimes she worries that she has a split personality disorder, but she doesn’t- or, not that anyone knows of, at least. Who you are really depends on which side you’re going to meet. More often than not, Brooke isn’t all too nice of a person, but, if you know her well and you’ve proved yourself as a friend, she’ll be right there for you.
likes,
- pink
- parties
- ballet
- boys
- the occasional cigarette
- shopping
- music
- alcohol
dislikes,
- stupid people
- step father
- father’s girlfriend
- messy rooms
- bananas
- gym class
secrets,
Brooke’s anorexic. It’s a long story, and she doesn’t really like to talk about it. Her brothers have made many futile attempts to help her since they found out, and for the time being, it looks like it’s here to stay.
flaws,
Outspoken, proud, shallow and slightly bitchy at times
history,
Brooke Camilla Lynn Halliway was born on May 12, 1990 in Brighton, England. That’s right, England. How in the world she ended up in plastic surgery land- well, we’ll get to that bit later. Everything was simply lovely: she had a perfect family in a perfect home in the perfect place close to the beach. Of course, nothing stays perfect forever. A month after Brooke turned six, her mother filed for divorce, claiming “irreconcilable differences.” That was the unofficial goodbye to her perfect life.
After her parents officially split, Brooke and her brothers moved into an tiny apartment with their father. Tiny, meaning the shower was a foot from the toaster and her bed was inside a closet. It couldn’t have been any bigger than the four of them put together, but they managed somehow.
While the three Halliway children were surviving in their little apartment, their mother had been married twice more- once to the owner of a huge chain of record stores, and second to some movie producer. Of course, her children were a part of the wedding- all except Jimmy, whose rebellious streak made him refuse to take part in such a thing. Brooke was twelve, slightly in the dark about why Jimmy had gotten so mad, but needless to say quite upset her brother hadn’t gone to the wedding also. Nick was utterly boring at things such as these and without Jim, she simply had nothing to do.
A few months after the wedding, after both Jimmy and Brooke had complained about their father’s new girlfriend- Nick was already out of the house by then, studying medicine, the remaining two Halliways moved into their mother’s brand new, huge house. It was a nice change from the itty bitty living space that was their old apartment.
Three months after the move, Brooke was clinically diagnosed with a mild case of OCD. It only covered the extent of organization, really, and having to do mostly everything in even numbers. Nothing real serious, just something which proved her slightly unstable.
At fourteen, the anorexia started after a trip to the beach with her friends. Almost no one knows about it, except her brothers. Her mother probably should have figured it out by now, but she’s too busy living out her own fairytale to bother with taking care of her children. Jimmy, in all his boyish idiocy, attempted leaving cookies under her door, only to find them uneaten after an hour and come back to eat them himself.
After Jim left the house to do whatever it was he was doing- certainly not university, Brooke could tell you that much, step father number two moved the remaining members of the Kelly/Halliway family to Hollywood, California. Apparently that’s a more ideal place to be a movie producer than England, go figure.
Since Brooke seemed to be getting in the way of her mother’s charming fairytale, she was sent off to Harlequin Academy to fend for herself. After everything, she figured she would be able to handle it. Then again, America was already a monster in itself. But, she’d get through it… eventually.
aspirations Become a professional ballerina, go back to England and live with her oldest brother.
roleplay,(This isn’t necessarily for Brooke in a high school situation. If you need a different sort of intro, just let me know).
Central London- the center of it all. Incidentally, this was not exactly the perfect place for someone who works at a major chain record store to live. Apartments are miniscule, rent is high and there’s no room to have it a car. Some how, despite all of that, Brooke Halliway seemed to be doing perfectly well. Of course, her father gave her a bit of a leg up with her rent and such, but that was alright considering she was only twenty two. He also probably would have had a heart attack if she didn’t accept his offer to help her pay the bills. She had plenty of time to get a better job and pay for everything herself.
Her father, of course, had never been too happy about her living and working where she did. Having grown up wealthy, Brooke had always lived in a big house and never needed a job. Of course, moving out of the house gave her a totally different perspective. It wasn’t that she minded having a job and a little hovel rather than an actual apartment, it was just… different. The weekly phone calls from her father asking whether she was alright and wanted to move back in were admittedly getting a bit annoying. The man just wasn’t convinced his daughter would do well in the real world, having lived such a sheltered life previously. She, on the other hand, was completely determined to prove him wrong. Everything would be fine, just fine, her father could just sit back and watch, and pay part of her rent, while he was at it.
So, for the time being, there she was in the middle of London in the smallest apartment she had ever seen in her life, though it didn’t bother her until it became time to cook. Her kitchen was practically the size of a closet, leaving little room for movement, and more importantly, food. Brooke wouldn’t mind cooking from her couch in the “living room”, which was really just an extension of her kitchen, but the problems would begin to arise when there was no food. That seemed to happen quite a lot to her. She would run out to the market, buy as much as she could fit in the kitchen (and of course all the non perishables could go under her bed and in the real closet), and be left with nothing to eat the next day. Though, she liked living in the middle of everything too much to mind the smallness of her apartment.
Cracking an eye as her alarm clock began playing Chaminade’s Concertino, Brooke pulled her comforter back over her head before her brain actually registered the time. 8:15. Bugger. She was due at work in fifteen minutes and she couldn’t even get herself out of bed. Making a thoroughly frustrated noise, she managed to extricate herself from the warm, comfortable confines of her bed and to the bathroom, which was more like a closet within a closet. Deciding to just shower later, Brooke frantically combed her long dark brown hair, brushing out the waves as quickly as possible. Applying the slightest bit of makeup to her green eyes and then to her pale face, there wasn’t time for more, she sighed. Now all she had to do was brush her teeth, change and run to the underground. That was definitely take more than the ten minutes she had left.
After scrubbing at her teeth as quickly as possible, Brooke darted back to her bedroom to change into jeans and a collared shirt. At least the record store didn’t have a uniform- that would only be horrible. Slipping on flip flops, she grabbed her key before running out the door. This happened entirely too often for her liking. It was one thing to be late for work but to sleep in and look like complete crap in the morning and be late for work was another. This was a clear indication that today obviously was not her day.
Fortunately for her, everything seemed to be running quickly that morning. In fact, everything was running so quickly she was even on time for work, though it was only by about twenty seven seconds. Brushing her hair quickly behind her ears, Brooke sighed and took her usual place on the floor, waiting for the morning rush to start. Sure, working at a record store wasn’t exactly glamorous, but there were plenty of people there- and generally interesting people. Walking around the store as two of her coworkers opened, she ran a finger along the lines of CDs. It was a miracle that she was hadn’t exploded due to stress yet.
Work had definitely become the bane of her existence since graduating from Uni. She had majored in music, flute performance, that was, and her degree had proved to be utterly useless in getting her a job. Despite her father’s warnings, Brooke had plainly refused to believe that it was actually difficult to get a job as a musician. There just weren’t enough jobs for all of them out there. So, with her completely useless degree, she landed herself working in the record store, practicing only in spare time. At least in a record store she felt at least slightly connected to some sort of music at all times, though it was all main stream, over played crap.
“Ouch! Damn,” Brooke cursed, holding up her finger which was now bleeding. How she had even managed to cut her finger open, she wasn’t sure, but all she knew was this was completely unfair. Why her? Frowning, Brooke made her way to the counter, rummaging around in the drawers for a bandaid, which she did eventually find, thankfully. She didn’t need to be bleeding all over everything while trying to help people find a CD. Hopefully today would get better, though she happened to highly doubt it.
anything else,Nope. =)
