Post by HARLEY OLIVIA EBERSTEIN on Oct 31, 2011 12:47:31 GMT -5
HARLEY OLIVIA EBERSTEIN. EIGHTEEN. THE SOCS. BARBARA PALVIN.
personality
mrs. eberstein-bilson's view on her daughter
"aw, my baby? my first born? i love her. she is one in a million. i hate to praise her, but it just happens. i know she isn't perfect. she has her flaws. but i have yet to hear more than three cuss words come out of her mouth. obviously i don't mind is she cusses have you seen sparky? she cusses like a sailor. but harley just never does. maybe she does around her friends. but around us, she does not. i actually would like to see her cuss every once and a while and not be so proper. she is going to be one of those hopeless girls who can't do shit when they are old and grown. she is most defiantly going to need a lovely young man who knows how to work on cars and such or she will forever be screwed. she can cook and bake though. that's for sure. i think she should secretly be in a time sometime before the women's right movement, she would have excelled. although, i am sure she would have been one of the ladies on the front line fighting for the rights for us ladies. that's for sure. she is very keen on doing her own thing. well, besides anything that has to do with cars and getting on the ground. then she just doesn't bother."
mr. bilson's view on his step-daughter
"so i expect you to think my daughter, yes my daughter, have a horrible relationship. just because she is my step daughter and what not. well you are sadly mistaken. the relationship with myself and har are quite amazing. she will tell you any day that i am her father and not someone who just showed up out of the blue. she praises me more than i think i need. but that is besides the point. although harley has a name that sounds like it belongs to someone in a gang or in a motorcycle club, she is far from that. she is one sweet lady and will do whatever you ask of her. i know you don't think she'd tell me about the next things i am going to share, but she has. she doesn't sleep around. and has class. she believes sex should be saved for a relationship. and casual sex just should never happen. she has too much class to be any thing less than that. she is truly a good lady. and she would do anything for those around her. she doesn't believe in violence and well, she is just a really good lady, like i have said quite a few times."
sparky eberstein's view on her sister
"my sister? you mean the one who calls me sparky? yeah i honestly can say she is the one person in the world who makes me look like a failure. she is always looking for a way to overachieve at something. she hardly argues. she tends to make herself look like a good two shoes. but we all know there is that bad ass girl under there somewhere waiting to be unleashed. my friends and i constantly are trying to unleash that side of her. but she never seems to budge. she may seem all prim and proper, but one day she will cave and one day she will get down and dirty and we will find out. i am just waiting for it. anywho, she makes me seem like the failure. i am completely opposite of her. we have never seen eye to eye, ever. and probably never will. unless she all of a sudden gets her heartbroken and ends up going into a slump and becomes a major ass then. but i don't see that happening. no matter what happens in her life she tries her best to just hide her feelings and not let anyone see what she truly feels. god, i fucking hate her!"
history
"before i even begin explaining my history to your nosey little butt, i need to begin by saying that if you ever, under any circumstances, call me hoe. unless you feel like being hit by a noodle and called a douche bagel. why would i start off by saying such a thing, you ask? is it because i sleep around? maybe because i am called that all the time because of a horrible reputation? wrong. all wrong. my initials are hoe. harley olivia eberstein. i don't know what kind of drugs my mother was on when she named me. but obviously i will never be taking those in my life. i mean, i love my names. all of them. the only problem is they spell the word, hoe! honestly my mom was a horrible name giver. although she was a shit name giver, she always did have my best interest at heart, and still does at this moment in time. she is a good lady and you even begin to mad mouth her, you will get a noodle hit and be called a douche bagel. so try me, go ahead. i am majorly protective of her. she is someone that i can forever count on and i wouldn't ask for a better mom. anyway, aside from that, i guess i should begin the story of my good ole' grand life, correct? no sarcasm intended.
you know that line in the song by beyonce 'strong enough to make these millions, strong enough to bare these children, then get back to business'? yeah that was my mom, a good week or so after she had me, she was back to work. at the time she was working for some fashion magazine in montreal. sooo clique right? anywho, they let her take care of me. she was making money, just had a baby girl and working her little butt off. now i bet you are thinking, harley what about your father? what about him? where is he? does he have some job at some major business or something? well little nosey butt, my father fell honestly, disappeared. i mean i know where he is. he moved to some place in alberta and i have yet, to this day, been able to meet him. awesome stuff right? oh well, i was fine without him. i mean, every girl needs a father right? well that is why we lived next to one of the best guys ever! he pretty much raised me with my mom. name? jacob. typical name. he was nothing fancy. just a guy who helped my mom from the birth of little of harley, till well, now actually. he has always been that "solid" man in my life. even after we moved. but that comes later in this story, no spoilers for you!
so i was raised by a mom and a neighbor, simple enough right? oh siblings right? yeah, the neighbor has a cat, does that count? and we got a dog when i was like, eight. those were my siblings! oh yeah, and i have a sister. let's not tell her i told you about those animals before her, she might kill me. or just put me in a box with some dog food and some water and send me on my merry way to the netherlands or something. never been there before, but i honestly will tell you i do not have a want to go! i will just stay in normal countries like canada, america, england, all of those. if you cannot tell already, my sister and myself do not have a very 'balanced', if you will, relationship. we butt heads quite a lot. she likes to party and be an ass to everyone and anyone. she is the type that seems to pick fights to look like a badass. whatever. i think it's stupid. she can do whatever she wants however. also, she isn't a twin or anything. she is a year or so younger than me. and she thinks she is queen of the world. oi. she kinda really annoys the shit out of me. if there is one person i would fight, it would be her. but i'd also stand up for her under any circumstance that comes along.
alright now that i got my sister issues off my chest, i should probably go into how i ended up in bluewater, correct? i obviously, wasn't born here. if you cannot tell by my accent that is kinda sorta still there. i moved here when i was twelve. with my mom, neighbor, and the animals. oh and my sister, though i think i am just going to consider her one of the animals for the time being. anywho, when i was about eleven, our neighbor came to us with an offer. and well, my mom, who i think is secretly in love with him or well at this point she is, she agreed to go. the offer you ask? to move to california. yes, move from this town where we were bilingual canadians and to move to california, the state that has a different type of bilingual. spanish and english. we were moving. and to be honest, i didn't mind. not one little bit, i was fine with it and more than happy. yes, i was like eleven and young and naive, but i was fine with it. so off we went. to california.
my mom and the neighbor actually moved in together and well, you can guess where that went from there. they got married. and now, i call him my father. and i honestly have no problem with it. i am just waiting for my mom to get pregnant again, it'll happen sooner or later. watch. just watch. anywho, they got married shortly after our big ole' handy dandy move. and honestly, i am happy for them. i love them both dearly. and he was already like my father anywho. good replacement, right? i grew up as the daughter of a fashionista pretty much, so you can guess that well, i have a sense of style. i am not someone who likes to get dirty. as clique as that may sound, i literally hate it. i don't understand how people can grow up around the dirt. like those desert folk, i just do not understand. it's quite hard to wrap my head around.
out of character information
What do you go by?
lexxy
How old are you?
eighteen
How long have you been doing this?
too long.
What timezone are you in?
pacific.
How can we reach you?
...i don't even care.
Who else have you got?
none for now ;D
Canon or Original?
canon, cherry.
Care to show off your skills?
When it came to bluewater, there was literally nothing more katelyn rainier hated about this town, than the absolute boredom it reigned off in every direction. it was one of those towns, that could absolutely drive you insane. with nothing to do and no one interesting really. california was suppose to be the "sunshine" state. the state that you would expect to have a shit ton of things to do. being so close to las vegas, and the state holding none other than beaches and hollywood california. not to mention, some of the most famous people the world had ever seen. yet here she was, little baby rainier, bored as hell, walking along the streets of bluewater, california. bored as hell, with some of her friends. and sadly, this was her average, everyday life. from school, she'd go home do whatever homework she had and then sneak out of the house. now you'd think the general teenager would follow the sneaky out with some nice drugs, a few drinks and some sex, right? well for katelyn sneaking out meant that she was the one who would watch as her friends got completely fucked up, would make fun of them, possibly have a casual make out session and sneak back off to her lovely rainier abode. and really, she was quite pro at it. she had yet to be caught but twice and both times she used her classic puppy dog eyes and swaying to get out of it. the life of a rebel youngest daughter, was always the best.
Tonight though, tonight was different. she had just been at a party that was busted and quickly shut down by the cops. moving a branch that was hitting her in the face, she made a face at the guy she was hiding in a tree with. "jack, i am sure they are gone. it's completely quiet. let's go!" grumbling to herself, she quickly climbed down the tree, trying to ignore the fact that she had a huge hole in the back of her shirt now because of a stupid branch. looking up at jack, she waited for him to jump down. rolling her eyes a little at the fact that he didn't just jump down. "you are a pansy. get out of my face." strolling out of the yard, she slowly made her way home, jack following behind her like a lost puppy. flipping open her phone she checked the messages, rolling her eyes at some of them and just not texting back to any of them. smiling a little at herself she quickly turned around, almost snapping at jack. "i told you to go away. you already spilled booze on me tonight. you are now following me and you can't even jump out of a damn tree. you are a horrible excuse for a man. not to mention a horrible excuse for a quarterback. go home jack!" spinning around on her toes, she let her hair flip around so it landed on one shoulder. listening to jack's footsteps slowly get further away she smirked to herself before realizing what she smelled like. and how disgusting she smelt.
Crossing her arms, she grumbled as she moved along her lawn and towards the front door, preparing herself for whatever and whoever, might be behind that door ready to chop off her head, she held her breath before opening the door as if it was the door of a closet full of spiders, slowly, and quietly, she closed it, chewing at her lip she made her way towards the kitchen, trying to make it look like she was just walking around the house for a midnight snack. kicking her shoes off by the dining room table she rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something to eat. though she smelt like booze, she was sure her half asleep parents wouldn't realize this. and the fact that is was almost two am, made it that much better. they were probably dead asleep. tomorrow was saturday and they didn't have work that she was aware of. she was safe. well just from them, she only person she probably had to worry about was the guy siting in the living room. grabbing a coke and bag of chips, she slowly made her way to the living room, plopping down on a recliner, deciding not toe break the silence or even look at the couch to see if edward was even sitting there. though she was she he was, due to she small fact that the television was one. edward was the one guy, that she knew she shouldn't try to pull a fast one on. and was the only one who would probably ever actually catch her in her plans of idiotic-ness.
