kelsey reece leigh

[kelsey reece leigh]

`go shake it KELS !
`don’t get what i want just like that.

[/b] zoe
age; seventeen
rp experience; sevenish years. i’ve only been doing it like this for just over a year though.
how you found us; kyleee told me.
contact; pm
other charries; none
other;
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] kelsey reece leigh. and yes, ‘kelsey’ by metro station is my favourite song.
but it's okay everyone calls me; kels, elsey, leigh. not a lot, really.
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; april third, nineteen eighty six
actually i'm some sort of; aries
this place was such a shit hole; ontario, canada
ah, so like paradise for me; ontario, canada
i don't look it but i'm actually; french-canadian by birth
it's just the way the wind blows; straight
baddest bitch all up and through here; scar tissue + lead singer
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] nicola roberts
you know i could just swim in those; brown
does the carpet match the drapes; bright red
i wish i could lose like three pounds; ninety-four pounds
she looks like a freakin giraffe; five three
and then i got one on my ass; ears pierced once, but other than that, none
they always seem to notice my; bright hair. you’ll never lose me in a crowded room.

you'll never see me without my; kelsey is short and skinny. there's really no other way to describe her. she knows she needs to put on weight, but she just can't seem to bring herself to do it, and she has a scarily high metabolism as it is, so any weight she tries to put on is burnt away really quickly. her hair varies; some days it will be long and others it will be short. she loves her extensions to pieces. her hair is bright red; naturally, it's a little bit darker than what it is now, but kelsey has always loved experimenting with hair colour and she absolutely adores the colour she has now. she's very pale, which contrasts with her hair horribly, but she couldn't care less. she refuses to get a spray tan or something stupid like that; she likes being pale and skinny and short and that's never going to change.[/size][/ul]

`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

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* summer
* singing
* my sisters
* sparkles
* my friends
* acting like an idiot
* reading
* jewelery
* my sidekick - i'd die without it
* writing lyrics
* partying
* drinking
* sex - sometimes; i'm not a slut
* raiding my sisters' wardrobes
* shopping
* fashion
* the charts
* music - duh
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
* being cold
* being too hot
* opera
* missing a tv program - i don't have TiVo
* losing one half of a pair
* getting ink everywhere
* laryingitis - i've had it twice this year
* bitchy girls
* bitchy guys
* diehard fans
* premieres - i don't know why, but i just don't like them
it's like my signature kinda thing;
* singing
* running
* playing the piano
oh god not this again, i so suck;
* keeping secrets
* being quiet
* being serious
it's like children of the corn but worse;
* not making it in the world of showbiz
* being alone
* spiders + small spaces
* put me anywhere near a clown and i'm going to kill you
you know one day i'm going to;
* sell a multi-platinum album
* settle down and start a family
* finally buy my own car - i'm sick of buses
it's just this weird innate thing;
* i'm always doing something
* i pretty much constantly jump on the spot
* i can never sit still
some things just make me scream; tall guys, green eyes, brown hair, guys who can just sweep me off my feet and catch me totally off guard, guys who surprise me . . . guys in general, tbh.
that is the most disgusting thing ever; guys who are shorter than me, and guys who are just . . . horrible, like burping and farting and scratching everywhere. that just makes me cringe.

you best remember this bitch; kelsey feels tense, jittery, and nervous and often feels like something dangerous is about to happen. kelsey feels enraged when things do not go her way. she is sensitive about being treated fairly and feels resentful and bitter if she thinks she is being cheated. kelsey very rarely feels depressed and is usually in a good frame of mind. kelsey does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of her. she feels strong cravings and urges that she has difficulty resisting. kelsey tends to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. kelsey experiences panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress.

kelsey genuinely likes other people and openly demonstrates positive feelings toward others. she makes friends quickly and it is easy for her to form close, intimate relationships. kelsey finds the company of others pleasantly stimulating and rewarding, and she enjoys the excitement that crowds provide. kelsey is an active group participant but usually prefers to let someone else be the group leader. kelsey leads a moderately paced life; she likes some energetic activities, but also likes to relax and take it easy. she love bright lights and hustle and bustle. kelsey is likely to take risks and seek thrills. kelsey has a generally cheerful disposition.

kelsey is a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. she isn’t interested in the arts one bit; they bore her almost to tears. kelsey tends not to express her emotions openly and sometimes isn’t even aware of her own feelings. familiar routines are good, but sometimes kelsey likes to spice up her life with a bit of adventure or activity. kelsey enjoys a certain amount of debate or intellectual thought, but sometimes get bored with too much. she like the security of tradition, but sometimes has a desire to bend the rules and challenge conventional thinking.

kelsey mostly assumes that people are honest and fair, however she is wary and holds back from trusting people completely. there are times when she believes that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary, however kelsey is mostly candid, frank and sincere. people find it moderately easy to relate to her. if people ask for too much of her time you feel that they are imposing on her. kelsey is willing to take credit for good things that she does but kelsey don't often talk herself up much. she is mostly a compassionate person, however kelsey prefers to make objective judgments when possible.

kelsey is moderately confident that she can achieve the goals she sets herself. in general, kelsey tends to be disorganized and scattered. she finds contracts, rules, and regulations overly confining and is sometimes seen as unreliable or even irresponsible by others. mostly kelsey works towards achieving her best, although in some areas she is content just to get the job done. kelsey has a reasonable amount of will-power and is able to follow through on tasks that she feels she needs to complete. kelsey can be distracted, however, and has been known to procrastinate. kelsey often says or does the first thing that comes to mind without deliberating alternatives and the probable consequences of those alternatives.[/size][/ul]

`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

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* serena reece
* callum leigh, forty-one, elementary school teacher
* kayleigh daniels, forty, author [ STEP-MOTHER ]
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
* georgia leigh, nineteen, student
* farah leigh, seventeen, full time mum
* jessica leigh, four, pre-schooler
* miranda 'mimi' leigh, four, pre-schooler
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
* kelsey nell, sixty-two, retired, maternal grandmother
* jacob reece, maternal grandfather
* america farrel, paternal grandmother
* simon leigh, sixty-eight, retired, paternal grandfather
you know the different kind of uncle; oh, god. way too many.
and the one that looks like a rat; um, lots? i have about, twelve.
pretty freakin sure we're not related; none that i know of
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; peanut, cat, male

it's like hell but only faster; serena and callum had known each other for years, but they absolutely hated each others guts. they went to the same pre-school, elementary school, middle school, high school, and, eventually, the same college, and not once did they ever exchange a nice comment or compliment. it was always insults flying back and forth and neither one of them wanted to be the first one to admit that this was all stupid and that they actually really liked the other. halfway through their freshman year at brown - they were smart people, though not very rich; serena had got into college through a scholarship - they dropped the act and started acting normally to each other, though they didn’t do anything more than exchange a stiff hello if they passed each other in the hallways. they liked each other way too much to do more than that in public, but they were both far too stubborn to want to admit it.

serena cracked first. she broke up with her high school boyfriend one night at the beginning of july, and all of her friends had either gone home or gone for a vacation in europe, so she had no where to turn. she had no idea what she was going to do, or, really, what she was doing until callum opened the door, looked at her, and then kicked his roommates out. she didn’t know what she was looking for; she and callum had never been exceptionally close, and yet her was the one she ran to for comfort? she had three sisters and two brothers she could complain to if she really wanted; why did she want to be here with callum? that question was answered the minute the door closed behind callum’s three roommates and when callum’s lips touched hers.

nine months later, kelsey was born.

serena didn’t know what to do; she’d dropped out of school around the middle of january, when she’d first found out about the pregnancy - she was a small woman and didn’t really show until she hit her last trimester - and she hadn’t told callum anything. she gave kelsey her father’s surname as a formality, feeling confused and stupid and . . . she didn’t have the words to describe herself. she hated that she was a college dropout; she’d only stayed there for two and a half years. her whole family had been through college and graduated with honours and gone on to get amazing jobs, and serena was the only one who’d failed. she was the youngest of her family, and she didn’t want to be regarded as a fuck up.

a few days later, serena died. doctors later told her family that it had been an overdose of morphine, and that none of their staff had administered her the morphine. it had been on her chart that she was allergic to the medication, so no one came within a five foot radius of her with it. serena had killed herself rather than wait for her family’s reaction to kelsey. she was only twenty.

kelsey spent the first few years of her life living with her nana kelsey - serena’s mother. kelsey’s nan had tried to get callum to face responsibility and to take his daughter in, but callum kept blathering on about his job and about how he couldn’t deal with a child right now. when kelsey was five, however, callum took her in, three years after georgia had been born and a few months before farah. georgia and farah were her half-sisters, and their mother, kayleigh, looked after kels as if she were her own.

when kelsey was thirteen, she went to middle school and made friends with ____ ____ [ lead guitarist of scar tissue ]. she did pretty much everything with him; he was shy, compared to her, but, then again, everyone was shy compared to kelsey. she was loud and extraverted and memorable; nobody could ever forget kelsey. she was the life of the party when she was invited to them - not until she was sixteen; callum was fiercely protective of her, and he was trying to set an example for georgia and farah - and she always managed to make people laugh, either by doing something stupid or telling someone a joke.

in her sophomore year in high school, kelsey was aware that one of her best friends was giving ____ ____ a hard time, but she was too loyal to do anything about it. only when it got serious did kelsey distance herself from the girl and paid more attention to her friend. she helped ____ ____ as much as was humanly possible, but it probably didn’t help that she wasn’t in much better shape than he was. she wasn’t anorexic, at all, but she lost weight much more easily than she put it on; if she missed one meal, her whole body would be out of sync for days as it tried to adjust, and then she’d end up losing about five pounds as a result. she didn’t do it on purpose; she just had an abnormally high metabolism rate. she hated it; she was so skinny it literally hurt, sometimes. at her lowest, she dipped below seventy pounds, but she then got callum to put her into hospital and she gained the weight back. she and ____ ____ had graduated by now, and were all set to go into a university in toronto, but the pressure of ____ ____ being anorexic and her own weight problems caused her to drop out, and find a job instead.

she shared an apartment with ____ ____ and his friend, jamie, and for a while that was okay with her. she came home early from work one day and caught ____ ____ playing his guitar, and she was stunned; she didn’t know that he played, at all. by now, ____ ____ was gaining weight steadily, though he still had some problems - as did kelsey, but she kept them to herself and told no one but georgia and farah - eating and not looking down on himself. she’d commented on how good a song that was, and then he’d said it was nothing. kels had smiled and dumped her bag on the table, just as he started to play something kelsey recognised; she started to sing along, and, before she knew it, she was signing her name on a record contract and releasing her first studio album. she’d never really thought about being a singer before; kelsey didn’t think she could sing, but obviously scar tissue and millions of fans worldwide thought she could.

that was two years ago, and, now that she’s twenty-two, she loves her life. if she had the chance to go back to that day and tell herself not to sing, she wouldn’t do it.[/size][/ul]

`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] bone palace ballet
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; anything else

you must be smelling your own crotch;

i miss the girl i used to be

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effy just wished that caitlin would stop treating her like a child. all her life she'd been looked out for and looked after and now she didn't need it. now she was growing up and standing on her own two feet and her sisters coming to her school to 'look out for her' was something that she definately didn't need. she didn't like relying on people; it made her feel weak and vulnerable, and trust was something effy didn't give out easily. she zipped her jacket up, still trying to go slowly. she really couldn't give away the fact that she wasn't what people thought she was; it would be too hard to explain and would probably send cait running for the hills

.. not a bad idea, actually.

"you don't think i get it? you think that? the reason i came to this school was to look out for you! tha'ts also the reason why sophia came too. i know there is something wrong; where is the sister that would smile at me? where's the sister that would laugh and we would tell our secrets to? all of us had a fucked up past, but look, i'm still the same,

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effy glared at caitlin. "caitlin, that's not the point. since when have i ever needed anyone to look out for me? i was raised by michael to never rely on anyone, so i don't, and all you're doing is just butting in by being here! we didn't all have a fucked up past, i did. michael hated me, not you and soph. he's the one who fucked up my life so much that some days i can barely even talk. he taught me to be defensive and snappy and cold and, guess what? that is exactly what i am.[/color]" she hated that she was arguing with cait; the last time she'd argued with her had been before effy came to america. cait had just been so stubborn and refused to let her go. "so we don't talk as much as we did before; big deal! i haven't smiled or laughed in months, because michael managed to make me into such a mess that i can't stand doing it. i never told you my secrets, cait; you and soph were the ones that talked and i just sat there and pretended to liste-[/color]"

"oh and since you won't tell me whats going on in your life, guess what? here's mine. i'm going out with izzy turner. yes the rumors are true. i lost my virginity to him. this guy named david kissed me and i'm still keeping it a secret. you're the only one that knows it. i have been skipping classes to go out partying and now i'm falling for izzy. and that's my life.[/color]"

effy couldn't breathe. izzy turner? as in liam's guarddog? she couldn't mean him. it was too much of a coincidence. "no you're not,[/color]" effy said, feeling angry again. "izzy is as big a whore as his fucking brother. there's no chance in hell that he'd ever go out with anyone, much less you.[/color]" effy frowned as she realised that this came out wrong. "i don't care about your life, caitlin. we're both two very different people and if you think i'm going to tell you what's happening in my fucked up life then you're deluded.[/color]" effy glared at caitlin again before walking away, knowing that cait would follow her. she hated her sisters sometimes.

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