TATE, divya rowan

IS SHE FINE SO WELL READ ARE THERE NOVELS BY HER BED IS SHE THE SORT THAT YOU'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT COULD MAKE YOU WHAT YOU'RE NOT

twenty-five | heterosexual | single | book editor | local | troian bellisario

Divya R. Tate,

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wow, are you my ...i completely lost track of time! well please sit sit, let me just move this stuff out of the way. okay, let's get started. tell me a little bit about yourself. Divya was reading as she walked in, in her hands a large manuscript, one of the three she had gotten today. she didn't mind the wait, she looked up hearing the voice and she gave a small smile. "nonsense." she said simply, waving her off. she put the manuscript in her messenger bag carefully as she sat. "Hello, my name is Divya Tate. I'm twenty-five. My birthday is May 3rd. I am a book editor for a small publishing company in the City... I commute everyday.." she paused thinking. That was basically all she was asked for correct? that's a lot of information. so tell me, where are you from? "I am from Bronx, New York.. my parents and I did live in the Hamptons for a while, for work... but yes.. I'm from the Bronx." she was trying to to stumble over her words. It was horrible that a book editor couldn't even form a sentence without stumbling. "I lived in Chicago a little bit a few years ago.. and California Then I moved back here." she added. ahh fascinating ! well i'm from here, born and raised, never left. so many people that i know and love here, just couldn't leave them ! what about you? anyone you care dearly for here? Divya bit the inside of her cheek for a moment thinking. This could get ugly. "I have two dogs and a cat." she said with a shrug. "I live with a roommate and I honestly don't think I could survive without her...but i think she might be getting engaged soon, so I need to find a place." she paused. She really didn't have anyone else did she? "My father died about seven month ago and my mother is living back in New York still... we haven't talked since the funeral and I don't see us talking anytime soon, if I'm being completely honest." This could get really ugly. quite a list. must mean you have a juicy past,let's hear a little bit about it. One of her eyebrows rose slightly, it wasn't a list at all. it was pathetic. she didn't have the juicy of a past.. okay.. not since she left the East Coast. "I should start at the beginning I guess?" She was stalling now. She hadn't talked about things that happened in her past for a while, unless she's drunk she tries to steer clear of it. "Maybe not the very beginning? I mean, you do already know my birthday and where I'm from." Stalling, stalling, stalling. "My parents worked for this family, the Foster's... my father basically did yard work and my mother did house work...I was friends with the family's son." She could get through this, maybe it would help if she didn't say his name. Then it was just like reading one of the manuscripts. "The great thing about being young, is you don't really put much emphasis on your differences... my parents worked for them, but we were still friends.." She had to stop and bite the inside of her cheek, trying to get a grip of herself. "We grew up together and we were there for each other a lot, I guess." her slim shoulders shrugged gently. "His parents got a divorce before we went into high school, it was terrible, but his father got remarried." she paused, knowing it was strange to tell about a family other than her own. "I promise.. this is all relevant." She wanted to skip over everything, but she couldn't. "Honestly, I never liked the step-mother. She wasn't a nice person... and she showed her true colors when we were in college.....well okay, before that.. but I always tried to ignore it, even though I knew everyone disapproved of us..." She didn't want to be too harsh, but there was no other way. Her judgment on all of them was clouded. "I lived there with my parents while I was going to school, we couldn't afford one of the better colleges, so I went to a community college first and then transferred to a four year school. thankfully I was smart enough to get scholarships so I only had to take out a few student loans... um anyways...." she paused, wishing she could just skip it all. "My parents were fired from their jobs; we were homeless, jobless, and life was miserable... only to make sure things got worse, I found out that .... he... had cheated on me..we were moving our stuff when the step mother approached me and told me how sorry she was about these circumstances.. but that I was a sweet girl and she couldn't see me lied to and led on.. that's when they showed me all of these horrible letters and pictures of him with other girls.." she stopped and pushed a dark curl away from her face. "Looking back now, it was stupid.. but i left him a lengthy letter, ending things between us.. I called him a few choice words." She couldn't help but smirk softly. "We moved back to the bronx, I got two jobs, while still going to school and my parents eventually founds jobs as well... Things got a little sketchy after everything happened.. my father was convinced I was the reason they were fired, I couldn't leave the boss' son alone..I just had to go whore around with that boy, I couldn't just stay in my societal ranking.. i could only take so much blame, none of what happened was my fault.. so I moved out of my parent's apartment and moved in with a few friends.." she had to think of where to go next with her story. "Eventually I graduated with a degree in Journalism and Photo Journalism, and I stayed for a little while, I got a good internship at a publishing company, but then the engagement announcements came out, he was getting married... we always talked about it, he got me the most perfect ring; it was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen..it was really perfect..I swear if he would have offered I would have ran away with him.. it killed me to see that.. Here is the man I spent most of my life around, my friend.. he was everything..literally my first in everything.. I loved him.. and he had moved on just so quickly.. This was probably the woman he cheated with, but I could see the appeal.. I mean.. he came from money, so did she... But I couldn't stay anymore.. My parents were still mad at me of course, they didn't care and they weren't speaking to me. So, I packed all of my clothes and my books and headed west." She didn't know if he had gotten married or not, but she honestly didn't care. Not anymore. "I stopped in Chicago for a while, to get work experience I got a job at a newspaper... I stayed until I had enough money to get to LA.. I scrimped and lived in this hell hole of an apartment. But, I made it... I got an assistant job my first week here and I perfected my coffee making skills." She smirked softly. "Then about seven months later, they promoted me to an Assistant Editor, I got one book a month to edit.. It was great, I loved it..." She sighed softly. "My father died about seven months ago, only reason I found out was my Aunt called me... so I flew back to New York for the funeral.. my mother yelled at me and told me my father was rolling over in his grave because I had to nerve to show up... I mean... seriously, I am their only daughter and they still hated me, even in death I suppose... I left that night, my extended family tried to get me to stay, they begged, telling me that my mother was just upset and she would come around, but I couldn't. Clearly I wasn't welcome." She shrugged her shoulders. If her mother wanted to act that way, she didn't care. "Ironically I was offered a job in the city about three months ago, when one of the books another editor passed on, hit it big... I mean, top seller... and I hope that I can have more top sellers... So once again, I packed up my life and moved back to this place... and It's kind of depressing... I know it's a big city.. I won't run into him right?" She grinned proudly. "Anyways. Here we are... that's my story..." you just get more and more interesting. is that a word that someone would describe you as? no? then what is something that people would say you are. "Oh wow... what do others think about me?" She didn't like this question. She had no idea what other people thought about her, she never actually asked. She figured once someone had an opinion about you, it was hard to change their minds. "I guess people might think that I'm determined, maybe a little intense, especially the people I work with..." she shrugged. This was harder than she thought it was. "I like to be organized, everything has a place in my office... maybe a little too OCD.. I use different colored post-its for paper work, my filing cabinets are immaculate, and i don't like when things are in their places." She sheepishly smiled. She had to work hard to get where she was, she wasn't going to let a messy office get the best of her. "Coffee addict. I seriously don't think I could live without coffee... I need it before anyone even looks at me in the morning, I can't even talk to someone without at least two and a half cups in me... and I need a constant supply throughout the day if I'm going to stay my peachy self." She said sarcastically. "I like my animals, so sometimes they get brought to work with me... it's a small place and they don't seem to mind. I just kind of push my luck sometimes.. but usually i only bring them on short days and they stay in my office most of the time." It was true, she always brought Charlie, who she had since she moved to Chicago, a lot. He was her snuggle buddy. Then there was her newest addition, Pearl. She was a stray, she found her on a walk with Charlie, he started sniffing around a few trash cans and out popped a dirty, very skinny, white puppy. She immediately took her home, where her roommate was not happy at all, but once Divya got her cleaned up, it took three flea baths and a treatment for dry skin, her roomie started to come around. Once she got a small meal in her, Divya didn't want to make the puppy sick because of an over load on food, she started to look better. The next day Divya took her to the vet to make sure everything was okay. Pearl loves the attention, she is doing much better and is a sweetheart. Then there is her cat, Oliver, he didn't get to come to the office because he hated the car ride. She had always wanted a dog when she was at home, but it wasn't allowed. So, the first thing she did when she got her crappy apartment in Chicago and was steady on her feet with her job and payments, she got Charlie.  "A bookworm... I mean ... I am a book editor. I read at least ten books a month and not all of those are for the job... one day I want a library...like built in book shelves and a reading nook." She said with a small laugh. "People may call me stubborn... I don't agree or disagree with that.." She added the last bit with a smirk. She could be stubborn, but only at the best times. "Maybe emotional-less...because... I like to keep myself in check, you know I'm pissed off or something horrible is happening if I'm crying." She added. do you agree with what people say about you? "Sure. I won't disagree with what I've said..." She said simply, with a shrug. She knows that people will think what they want and she doesn't try and stop them. If they want to think she's a controlling, OCD, animal lover, who always has her nose in a book, then she won't stop them. At least it'll keep her from getting hurt again. "But, I also know that there are people who know me better than others...then there are people who want to make judgments based on assumptions."  well i still think you have a certain something, not really sure what that is but i bet your boyfriend/girlfriend knows or are you still on the market? Divya smirked softly at her. "I have something.. but I can't tell you what it is." she said with a small laugh. She really did hate this question. "I'm on the market...but I'm not looking or expecting anything to happen." she said softly. "I date, or, I should say I go on dates... People I work with or friends always say they have the perfect guy for me.. but they don't." As much as she hated telling about him, she knew she had to. "Elijah Foster was the last person I seriously dated... and I mean... we basically had our lives loosely planned out, we had the ring. It was me and him against the world, or so I thought." She ran her fingers through her hair, her mind reeling. "I did love him, but I haven't seen him in four or five years... not since I found out he cheated." She fiddled with her necklace, the more she talked about it, the more her life started to sound pathetic.& shit, time flies. my next appointment will be here in a few minutes. it was a pleasure to meet you! A smirk flew to her lips at her cursing. "Alright. It was a pleasure to meet you also..." She stood up and left. That meeting was too emotionally draining to her. She needed coffee. 

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hello aqua! welcome to the site! divya is a lovely character and i'm super excited that you decided to add her to our growing cluster of characters <3 please be sure to do your claims and post your plot page!