WILLIAMS, PAISLEY A.
Mar 23, 2015 3:05:21 GMT -5
Post by PAISLEY AUTUMN WILLIAMS on Mar 23, 2015 3:05:21 GMT -5
i never meant to fall like this, but she don't just rain, she pours. that girl right there's the perfect storm. she's the girl of a lifetime
21 | BISEXUAL | SINGLE BUT COMPLICATED | TRUST FUND BABY/UNI SENIOR | STUDENT | KENDALL JENNER
Paisley A. Williams,
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basics, NAME: paisley autumn williamsAGE: twenty one BIRTHDAY: june 27th, 1993 SEXUALITY: bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single, but complicated OCCUPATION: trust fund baby GRADE (if applicable): university junior FACE CLAIM: kendall jenner physical, HAIR COLOUR: dark brownEYE COLOUR: dark brown TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: "VII-XV-MM" tattooed under her left collarbone in memory of her mother SCARS: various burn marks on her forearm HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 119 lbs internal, LIKES: running, sports, DISLIKES : whiney people, liars, drunk drivers, alcoholics her father, malls, girly things, being called a softie, people in general, stupidity, lack of common sense, tomatoes, being a victim, feeling helpless FEARS: not knowing what to do with her life after uni, millipedes and centipedes, disappointing people she looks up to, becoming someone who depends on people ASPIRATIONS: offer better housing lifestyles for orphans or foster kids, travel the world, have a family of her own one day and be the kind of mother her's was PERSONALITY:
the lines, MOTHER: aubrey swanson, deceasedSTEP MOTHER: claire williams, 43, housewife FATHER: julian williams, 54, entertainment law firm owner SIBLINGS: step brother: austin williams, 24, us army step brother: theo williams, 23, aspiring lawyer half sister: josie arlington, 25, politician's assistant PET: co-owns a calico cat named koshka with dmitri CHILD(REN) NAME(S), AGE(S): n/a the past, BIRTHPLACE: conway, south carolinaFIRST FRIEND: paisley sat on one of the swings in the playground, lunchbox on her lap as she swayed gently, watching the other kids play and laugh. her mom always urged her to make new friends. that she was six now, and she should at least try and make an effort this year. pai didn't want friends. she didn't like being around other people. they were all strangers who made messes and cried about things. she scanned the crowd for someone who looked as lonely as she was. by the school entrance was a boy leaned against the wall, scanning the crowd like she had done just moments ago. no one seemed to want to talk to him either, so pai inhaled deeply, got off the swing and approached the boy. "i don't like people, but do you want to share a sandwich?" the boy had looked at her like she was crazy, but after a moment, he cracked a smile at her and said sure. FIRST LOVE: paisley would never admit this out loud and she would never tell anyone. she could barely admit it to herself, let alone the public. she had never actually fallen in love. never felt the need to. love was a girly thing. something people who cared did. and she, for one, couldn't care about anyone enough to love them. she didn't look for love and strayed away from it as much as she could, thus the sleeping around. but then she met dmitri and everything changed. see, he was her kickboxing coach. a man hellbent on saying no to her because she was younger. he frustrated her like no tomorrow because he was as stubborn as a mule, but… he was the only person who saw her as more… more than just this cold hearted bitch who didn't care about things. he believed in her and he supported her. something that no one has ever done for her. after spending so much time with him, needless to say, she had fallen head first in love with a man who would never love her. and for that, she feels beyond stupid because she knowingly fell anyway. FIRST MEMORY: her mother humming in the hallway as she cleaned with a smile, making a face at her every once in a while to make sure that pai knew that she hadn't forgotten about her. BEST MEMORY: sitting on the couch at home with her mom, watching a movie of her choice and eating whatever dessert concoction of the night, all snuggled up next to each other WORST MEMORY: her neighbour/babysitter for the night rushing her out of bed in the middle of the night. her neighbour rushed them to the hospital where she found out her mother was currently being operated. her mother had just been involved with a car accident, they told her. the police man said that it was unfortunate because the other driver had been drinking and it wasn't her mother's fault. she didn't know how long they sat there, waiting and waiting. eventually, the red light turned off and out came the doctor. her neighbour asked them how'd the surgery go. the doctors just hung their heads with grim looks and shook their heads, "we did the best we could, but she just lost too much blood" he said. and that was that. nothing more. just that her mother would no longer wake up. that she wouldn't tuck paisley in bed that night. she wouldn't hear her mother hum in the hallways or make her waffle breakfasts. she wouldn't sit paisley down and tell her to work hard in school or that she should stop pushing the boys when they laughed at her. and knowing all that. that she no longer had her mother was what killed her. HISTORY: paisley was born in conway, south carolina to a single mother. the two lived in a dainty little house in the poorest of neighbourhoods, but that was enough for the both of them. her mom worked multiple jobs to raise her- even with the massive child support cheque that her mother received every month. her mom always told her she wanted to save that money for later when she went to college. her mother was a very influential figure in her life. to her, her mother was god because she knew everything, and she did everything for pai. she was like an angel. she was only seven when her mom passed away from a drunk driving accident. she was devastated. her mother had been her only support system. her mother was her everything. they were two peas in a pod. she took it roughly, but regardless of her emotional standing, she was eventually put into a foster care system. for years, she was spent tossed around between homes from state to state, before moving from country to country. after a while, though, she was adopted into the calebs family. it hadn't been too bad at first. the couple seemed to truly want a child to raise, and they put a roof over her house and everything. she couldn't ask for more because she knew good adoptive parents were hard to find. she thought she had hit the jackpot, finally. however, it didn't get bad until she was just starting junior high. she had come home one day and found her adoptive mother shooting up heroin. her adoptive father hadn't known about it or at least he said he didn't. her foster mom had promised her that she'd stop, that she'd get help. paisley wasn't too sure that she could take her word for it, but just shrugged it off because she thought she'd give her the benefit of the doubt. it just got worse though. her mother continued with her addiction to shooting heroine. she had expected that her adoptive father would do something about it. get her some help, but he didn't. he had his own problems to deal with. he had gotten laid off from his job due to budget cuts. it kind of snowballed from there. he kept trying to find a job, but was unable to get hired. and he just gave up. he turned to the bottle for help. he would come home late, and she would be able to smell the alcohol from his breath a mile away, and he would stumble into bed and start over again in the morning. her home environment became unbearable when he started getting verbally and physically violent with her. she tried to tell her adoptive mother, but that woman was too high to really notice anything. paisley was helpless. she had no one else to turn to so she just took it. sometimes she went to school sporting a black eye or a broken arm or ankle and she would just pass it off as sports related injuries. until cigarette burn marks started to show up on her arm in which she had no explanation for. the principal and the counsellor got suspicious so they called her social worker to check things out. of course, they pulled her out of the calebs family before putting her into another foster home. however, this one was just as bad as her adoptive parents- if not worst. so she used the money she earned from her part time jobs and did a little digging. her mother hadn't told her much about her father. just that he was a rich man that she didn't need to meet. she always asked her mom anyway, hoping that she'd be able to know more about this mystery man that walked away from them. eventually, with the help of a computer genius from school, she was able to come up with a couple of names that could possibly be her father, but she wasn't all to sure. she was sure, though, that she didn't want to be stuck in the foster home anymore. so she packed up a few things and snuck out of the house to hitch a ride from someone to head up to new york first - which was a little closer to where her foster home was. after many unsuccessful meetings, she eventually hitched enough rides to arrive at los angeles- her last stop. her last bit of hope. after this, she had no more names. no more possible connections. so here she was, with just a small bag of clothes slung over her shoulder at the door steps of a large estate that belonged to one of the infamous richass williams family, knocking on the door and claiming that she was the man's daughter. at first, he had told her that she had been mistaken. that she didn't have a daughter, but paisley saw the look in his eyes. he had recognized her. maybe it was her similarity to her mom. paisley couldn't remember much of her mom except for the pictures she had kept with her through the years. with enough pestering, he finally allowed her to live with him. she's been living with him for the past year, and so far, there wasn't much she learned about him other than the fact that he's married with two boys, her step brothers, and her step mother is the wicked witch from the west. and that wasn't even the worst of it. not only did he leave her mom when she was pregnant with her, the same thing had happened four years prior, giving her a half sister, josie arlington. her father was obviously a chain dater who never gave a damn about the aftermath of his destruction. if there was one thing paisley was certain of, it was that she hated her family with a passion. the life of luxuries and fake smiles were not her lifestyle and would rather go back to living in her car. |
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