Post by cora l. patterson on Aug 19, 2012 21:57:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] CORA LYNN PATTERSON  nineteen || level two || alcoholism || amanda seyfried || female nicknames: Core or maybe Corey orientation: straight age/dob: 19, January 15th member group: level two anything else?: She might do just about anything that will "ease her comforts" as of right now. personality: Now that Cora's been through numerous different programs, she may or may not try to get through this one. She can't stand rehab clinics. The people that are patients there, the doctors, the nurses! It's enough to drive anyone to drink! Perhaps that's why she drinks like she does? Because she so damn depressed all the time by the idiots who surround her! Cora is a bit on the nasty side, well that's an understatement. She's even a bitch to her close friends, but maybe that's why they're her friends, because she'll tell them how she views it. Or because they're bitches as well. One of the two. Unlike most of the others she's constantly around, she's not afraid to tell anyone her opinions on anything. She speaks her mind completely. It has definitely posed problems in the past, but perhaps she can curb this vile habit during her treatment here at White Springs. That could be the only flaw she could find with herself, which... wasn't actually a flaw, it was a most wonderful trait! It wasn't as though she was running for the presidential election! Along with her very blunt tongue, she's very judge mental making her a complete hypocrite. She's probably on the more "friendly". Yes she's a whore... Okay. Now that that's out of the way. Guys make her feel better about herself. Even though she thinks there's absolutely nothing wrong with her, the thought still haunts her; why can't she fall in love. She's tried, well, more forced herself to try to fall in love, but it just seemed like a weird obsession. Now, she's just given up on try to find "love". Psh, love doesn't even exist. Not in the world she lives in. And Cora Patterson will not be the creepy stalker girl! It just can't be that way! Besides none of the guys she ever talks to anymore have anything interesting to say. So why not just use them to get what she wants? Use their bodies as machines for either sex or... maybe lifting boxes? What the hell were males good for anyway? Cora is also a bit on the mischievous side. If your epilator, your chocolate has gone missing, it would be wise to check her room first. She likes to pull stupid little pranks on people to try and ease her treatment, as it's already so tedious already. brief history: Cora was born into money, it was a charmed life. Prestigious private academy's to match an equally prestigious last name. Her parents, Jane, a model, and Oliver, top of the line engineer, usually gave her anything she wanted, until she asked for a unicorn and they bought her a horse. That was a turning point in her life...She had always been a good girl in school. Above average grades, charismatic with her teachers. It could have been the whole unicorn incident, but she was never truly, blissful. Not until a party during her freshmen year of high school. The girl never even imagined the way she could feel after a bit of liquid courage. Before this vital moment, she had always been scared of any kind of liquor or even something as simple as wine after watching too many borderline pornographic reality television shows with her male cousins. Throughout all of the dinner parties her parents would throw she never allow a drop of alcohol touch her lips until that high school party. She didn't even really know why she had been there in the first place, but that night...her unicorn problems seemed to have never occur. Things got out of hand after that naturally. A handful of cocktails every night to get her through the dreadful hours. She's gone through many different clinics getting kicked out for more stupid reasons than the one prior. Still, Cora doesn't think she has a problem. The last clinic she was in, she got kicked out because she was bored and snuck into the kitchen at night to make jello shots. At least she when out with a bang though, right? Cora can't really stand to be around her parents anymore, the reason she's toughing at White Springs instead of picking her ass at home, listening to another tutor, or councilor or therapist lecture her on the effects of drugs and alcohol. roleplay sample: Lucy forced her legs to carry the weight of her, as she pushed through the front doors of the estate. As much as she pretended to enjoy training, she really could not stand it. Not even the joyful praises Sebastian sang about her progress helped her enjoy the rigorous amounts of energy she put into it. The lies she had crafted to get through those pointless tests the Reign leader created, and the required hours that only she actually trained for....Blood boiling! It was so unfair that only she was the one to follow the rules of the reign. The brunette ran her slender fingers through her long mane. When she really thought about it, without the training facility to get her out of the estate, Sebastian would probably put her on even more anti depressants, and sleeping pills to help keep her appearing cheerful and happy. Was she happy? Her mother had once told her, she'd been miserable since the moment she was born. It made sense, she got so irritated with nearly everyone she was around, she supposed that's why she liked to hang out with people older than her. It decreased her chances over being annoyed with people. But being around Sebastian's allies was just as draining as being with her own peers in a way. Lucy let out a long sigh, dragging her feet to the stairs. The residents of the house typically ate together, but there again, she was far too irritated to be around anyone, let alone the entire Reign. Since the move, whenever she was feeling like this, she just liked to try to sleep it off. Sure her dreams usually punished her for it in the end but hey, it beat surrounding herself with a bunch of chatty robots. She had nearly made it all the way up the staircase when she heard a heavy accented voice call her name from the below. Lucy turned to look down with easy grace, smiling politely at the porky maid. "Miss...Lucille? Mister Parker demands you eat supper with zee rest." The chunky maid stuttered. One of the advantages to moving in with her brother, was that the maid, Ingrid, absolutely adored her. It might've been because Ingrid was the one to watch after her during her recovery. She definately perferred Ingrid's care than going to a rehab clinic, that was for sure. "I'm not feeling so up to that this evening, won't you send something up along with my meds?" The girl inquired, with a dazzling smile, in which the maid responded with a sheepish nod. Lucy nodded thankfully at Ingrid before twisting back to the climb the rest of the steps. It was true, Lucy manipulated the poor worker at times. It wasn't because she wanted to, as if it were some kind of game though. No, she generally was just appalled at Sebastian's pointless rules he restricted her with. It almost felt like she was trapped in a box at times. A sigh of relief escaped Lucy's throat when she closed the door to her sanctuary. Her room was the same as every other bedroom in the estate, but it almost had a way of calming her, when her handler couldn't be there to hold her through an episode. Stripping down to her bra and panties, the girl moved to her wardrobe, digging out her old handler's shirt, slipping it on. His scent was no longer woven into the threads, but it still effortlessly calmed her down in a way that very few could. Without Corey to stay with her through the worst nights, she continued to have strange, strange dreams. The dreams might have only been caused by her brother's and his wife's frequent arguments over Corey's position in the reign, but they were still really freaky. Many of her dreams ended in a killing. It was always a tragic death, most commonly caused by betrayal. The most horrible of the dreams weren't the ones when she purposefully killed him, or he killed her, but when they were on opposing forces fighting in camouflage. She would usually kill the dark haired boy in these nightmares, take off his ski mask in celebration of a kill, only to find she had killed her love. Lucy crawled between the sheet, reaching behind to un-clasp her bra, removing it from her torso. As she laid down she pulled the blankets up just below her chest. She almost felt scared for what dream was bound to haunt her this evening. Her droopy eyes were to blame for her easy slumber this particular evening. LAUREL || 15 || a while.. || Did you read the rules YES |