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❝Another day is almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else could go wrong.
Sometimes I'd like to hide away,
Somewhere and lock the door.
A single battle lost but not the war.

Cuz' tomorrow's another day,
and I'm thirsty anyway,
So bring on the rain.

It's almost like the hard times circle round.
A couple drops,
And they all start coming down.
Yeah I might feel defeated,
And I might hang my head.
I might be barely breathing,
but I'm not dead.

Cuz' tomorrow's another day,
And I'm thirsty anyway,
So bring on the rain.

No, I'm not gonna let it get me down.
Im not gonna cry.
And I'm not gonna lose,
Any sleep tonight.

Cuz tomorrow's another day,
And I am not afraid,
So bring on the rain.
Tomorrow's another day,
And I'm thirsty anyway,
So bring on the rain.❞

Bring on the rain by: Jo Dee Messina.

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☂ ☂. вrιɴɢ oɴ тнe rαιɴ.

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leт'ѕ ɢeт тo тнe
вαѕιcѕ oғ yoυ

"Please don't ✄ me out,
I can really try.
It just seems my world
Around me
Is slowly about to die."

"I'm Celeste Rae Corrin. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but, it isn't." Celeste Rae Corrin, pronounced sell-lest/ ray/ cor-in. Yes, this ol' girl is female, one of the strongest they come as to be exact, occassionally getting the nicknames Lestie or Cell. She's actually much older than she appears, which she is very thankful for. She's nineteen years old, and yes, still in high school, because, well, she was held back numerous times, once in eighth grade and again in freshmen year. Yeah, she never got her story straight back then, and it's still on rough rocks now. If you're in the mood for crying, just ask her about her history. I don't think she'll be too thrilled to tell you, but I'd suggest a bride would work.
Well, when first meeting Celeste she can appear to be, well, stand offish, a total *ss, and an all around b*tch. Trust me, she tries her best to be. It all relates back onto her history and what happened throughout the corse of her life here at Bitter Creek Stables. She's really edging towards a burnout right about now. She does poorly in school, and goes to drinking and drugs to help her cope, which only leads to more drinking and drugs. Yeah, its a rather domino effect. The thing is though, that once you get to know her well enough, its like you actually want to follow her, to let her guide you. Sadly, many that do end up just like her.

тнe deѕcrιpтιoɴ oғ
yoυ ιѕ ιɴтereѕтιɴɢ

"It's time to lay down
all your cards,
I can see that ace
of ♣ there right
behind your back."

"Who couldn't love all this good stuff?" Celeste is, as said before, alot younger looking than she truely is. In fact, she looks about fifteen years old. Funny huh? She's only about a hundred and thirty {130} pounds, and a good five, six {5'6} feet tall. The poor girl has sickly pale skin with about a forest of freckles dappling themselves everywhere. When I say everywhere, I literally mean everywhere. There isnt a single spot on her body that hasn't a bundle of freckles apon it. She has curly blonde locks that reach about chest length, and they truely are a disaster to care for. Celeste has widely pout lips with a slim body and frame, and luschious ivory green eyes to top it all off. She may not think she's pretty, but believe me, everybody else at the school thinks otherwise. As for her clothing style, she isn't picky.
Her nimble, yet lean body provides her with an excellent way of flexability, unnatural for a girl her age. And yes, she does take advantage of this, through dance of course. The way she can manuver her body whichever way she pleases seems to move others in a way that they have a light trickle of tears streaming down their faces. To Celeste though, its just a way for her to not concentrate on her sh*tty life and rather on another, time consuming thing.

do yoυ αcтυαlly
love ѕoмeoɴe?

"I'm just sittin' round
here watching ✈
take off, and fly high.
Trying to figure out which
one you might be on,
and why you don't love
me anymore."

"Love? No no, it's called Vodka, and lots of it." Who needs family? Certainly not Celeste. After all, she's done rather fine without them. Aren't they supposed to support you, to help you when your down? Hers never did such a thing, then again, she never really even had a family. Well, I know I told you to ask Celeste about her history, but why don't I just tell you, hmm?

Celeste would have been good. If maybe her mother had a successful career and kept her and her fraturnal twin dawson, she wouldn't have gotten into drinking and drugs. Maybe if she hadn't lived her whole life in a foster care she would have actually persued school as a practical thing and maybe given a damn, but that didnt happen now did it?
Celeste and her fraturnal twin Dawson were born to a prostitute who gave them up for adoption moments after their birth. Well, actually Dawson was given up for adoption. Celeste was given to a foster care mother who had about twelve other kids to care for, so she had grown used to isolation. By age thirteen she became known as the school slut, school druggie, and the girl to get booze from. Thirteen. Because of the many other kids, her foster mother didnt know, and she wouldnt have cared anyways. She had kids to feed and bills to pay, and she would have just kicked the girl out anyway.
When she reached age sixteen, her brother Dawson had showed up at doorstep and it was like they had known eachother their whole life. They just clicked. Cel had never before met her mother, but Dawson had, and he told her all about her. After that she didnt care to see who had birthed her.
Lestie's life took a major setback when Dawson's adopted mother Sherry had gotten kidney failure. Dawson, his other adopted brother Elroy, nor their adopted father Adam were a match, but Celeste was. She donated her kidney to Sherry, and in return was welcomed into the family. Celeste never adopted the last name though, argueing that 'Corrin' suited her better. Though, Sherry died in the surgery, and lestie was left with one kidney. Even though she had barely knew the woman, she was crushed. The one other woman in her life who had opened her arms for her had perished, but all the more Adam, Dawson, and Elroy were even more devastated. In fact, Elroy had gotten into drugs, given to him by Celeste, and ended up dead from over dosing. She never told, but she was torn. She felt as if it was her fault, which it partly was, and so she just packed up her things and left. In her mind, it was best she left them be. Well, she soon found she had no place to go, so she just went back with her foster mother, and is there now.

So, yeah, moving on, Celeste is as straight as a pole, no doubt about that one, so sorry all you other ladies in search of her heart, if you even bother. Well, Lestie hasn't had much luck in the love department. Again, who needs men? She's got her booze and drugs to keep her company. She currently has no boyfriend, nor a crush.

мy perѕoɴαl
вeloɴɢιɴɢѕ

"There is no upper ✍
I'm giving you mine.
And it doesnt have
to end up wasting
your time."

"Things are meant to be used and people are meant to be loved, but lately, things are being loved and people are being used. It's strange how the world works, isn't it?" To be truthful, Celeste doesn't really own much of anything to keep to her name. True, she does have her cat named Bill, but she found the poor animal off the street, and didnt bother give it a license, so tecnically, its not really her cat. She does have a phone though, and she stole it from some eleven year old jerk who thought he was just going to whip out his new iphone and show it off to the world. The naive fool that he is, he didnt even see her walk right up from behind him, snatch it, and run off. As for cars, Lestie prefers walking or the bus, and that generally leads to more walking, hense her regal frame. And books? Dear one, Celeste doesn't read. At all. As for her room, since she lives in a house which she shares with thirteen other occupants, her bedroom is extremly tiny, and literally bland, but she does her best.
Last but not least, her true pride and joy: Indian Summer. She's beautiful isn't she? Yes, Celeste's mare is a gorgeous, cinnammon coloring with a snow white nick on her muzzle. Everybody always asks her why she named the four year old Indian Summer, and Celeste just replies, "F*ck off." She is embarrassed to talk about it, but she named her mare that because her deep autumn coloring reminded her of the summer sun, and indian for her chesnut brown eyes, that appear so intense, it just made her think of an indian. Stupid, I know, but forgive me, its true. Summer is a thouroughbred, obviously, who is intermediate in the skill of cattle cutting.

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♐♐. lost faces look for lost places.

❝ I had a way then, losing it all on my own.
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown.
And I'm not sleeping now, the dark is too hard to beat;
And I'm not keeping now, the strength I need to push me.❞

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full name: halsten adeline juliet dackery.
pronunciation: hall-st-ten/ ahh-dell-line/
joo-lie-ett/ dakk-ery.
goes by: hallie, juliet, or deli.
gender: forever a female.
age: eighteen years old.
sexuality: straight as a pole.

appearance

weight: one-hundred and twenty pounds
[ 120 lbs. ]
height: five foot, six inches [ 5'6. ]
hair color: halsten has a rich,
dark chocolate shaded hair with darker
roots and tips, natural of course.
eye color: like the tips of her
hair, her eyes are a darker brown,
almost blending in with her pupils.
skin color: she has a cashew
tone of skin that burns easily.

relaтιonѕнιpѕ

past relationships: does it matter?
current relationship(s): nope.
crush(es): of course not.
family: bret - father
ashton - mother
jezebell faith - sister
molly may - sister
rosalynn marie - sister
courtney rae - sister

"Hello, it's very nice to meet you! My name isn't really relevant to you at the moment, but I'll be the one interviewing you today. Why don't we start off with you telling me a little about yourself? Just tell me whatever you want and we will go from there."
"So, you're going to interview me? Huh, this will be interesting. Where to start: my name perhaps? Halsten Adeline Juliet Dackery. I know its a mouthful, but I like the way it rolls out of the mouths of those who say it, especially with an accent. It's nothing too simple, nothing to eye catchy. It's just... me, really. My parents had this two-part name thing going on, and i was a victum of this nonsense. they named me Halsten Adeline as my first name, but please, call me Hallie, Halsten being this inside joke between them over an actress they both admired, and Adeline being the magazine name they found her on. Funny, both the magazine and the actress were shut down in their publicity and such. Now my middle name, Juliet, was the same nickname as my mother's, my grandmothers, and my great grandmother's first name. In case you didnt realize, Juliet runs a long line in my family. You may be wondering why you've heard of the last name, Dackery, before? Yeah, its a famous alcoholic drink. I dont find it amusing, but apparently others do.
In case you also didnt notice, I am of the female gender. I look no older than eighteen, right? Thats because I am eighteen, but even a genius could figure that. Well, thats basically it. Next question?"

"Well it's very nice to meet you! I won't try to keep you to long, so I only got a few more questions for you. Why don't you go ahead and start off my telling me a bit about your school life. For example: What grade are you in? Do you do well in school? What are your plans after high school?"
"Well i'm in twelfth grade, otherwise known as a senior. My classes are nothing to be all that proud of. I slacked off in the beginning of high school and am now paying the price by having two math classes, one geometry, one algebra, a history class, honors, an A.P. english class, one chemistry, a culinary class for elective, and water polo for P.E. I do pretty bad in school, but my mom signed me up for all the Honors and A.P. stuff because she thinks i'm some prodigy. I'm not too worried about my plans after high school. I want to go to culinary school, you know, cooking and stuff. I'm pretty good at it."

"How interesting, I suppose. Tell me this though, how has your school life effected the life you have at home? Good? Bad? In the middle? I guess what I'm really trying to ask is to tell be about your family; mother, father, brothers, sisters, and whatever else."
"I guess my history starts when my parents met. Ashton Willis worked at the local pool of their small town of Pierstate, Michigan as a life guard in training, being just in seventh grade. Bret Dackery was new to town, but he and his new found buddies, all in sixth grade had already matured well enough to be scouting for girls their age. For my dad, it was love at first sight, or just the hormones, he didnt know, but for my mother, it was the beginning of regular flowers sent to her doorstep, numerous times when she caught him stalking her, and supreme embarrassment. All the other girls laughed at her for being crushed on by a younger man, and Bret saw it. So, he offered her a compromise. If she promised him one date, he would leave her be and never bother her again. Reluctantly, she took him up on the offer. What she got in return was more than she could ever ask for.
You see, my mother was one of the so called, 'popular' girls of he school. She had the body, she had the looks, the attitude, but what she never seemed to get was a great guy. WHo would have thought he was a grade younger? He took her out into the forest to a large sycamore which he decorated with candles at ever branche's end. he draped a picnic blanket across the widest branch and there they had a picnic under the lite sky. She fell in love, and they stayed together from their lower grade years, all through high school and college, until now that they are happily married.
They wanted a boy, both of them. When they gave birth to their first daughter though, Jezebel Faith, now 27 years old and happily married, they werent too dissapointed though. They were just happy to have a first child. Molly May was next, now 25 years old and engaged, their second daughter. They werent the least bit unhappy, but deep inside, they still wanted a boy. They went for a third try at it, ending up with Rosalyn Marie as their third child, third daughter, who is now 22 and just starting her last year of college. They had all right given up on this disaster, but as my grandmother's dying wish on her last year of life, she wanted to be able to hold another infant, one of her own blood. My mother was her only daughter, and so, she was a victum to this obsured plee. She then had me, now age eighteen and entering my last year of high school, her fourth daughter. My mom didnt understand my mother's wish until she was just about to reach the age of menapose. She begged my father for one last child, and he gave in. Thus, their fifth and last daughter, Courtney Rae, now 12 and starting eight grade.
Yeah, thats too much estrogen in my house for even me, of the same gender, to handle. I guess you could say being in such a large family of mostly girls kinda makes you feel left out and unimportant, but i've grown used to it. Besides, I have Pepper to keep me company. She's an amazing dog, a Brittany Spaniel mix. Pepper is the absolute love of my life, and so is my horse Gypsy Heart, which is why I came here to these stables."

"Now that we have gotten past all of that stuff, it is really time to 'dig up some dirt' as some may say. Well, have you ever done anything you are not proud of? Something illegal, immoral, etc. Don't be afraid to tell me. Everything said here is high confidential and no one else will be informed."
"You serious? I mean, for real? You think i'd tell you, a complete stranger, a secret i've never told even my closest relative about? Well, if you say no one else will be told... A couple years back I took Gypsy Heart out for a ride in the forest. There were... some guys out there. This was after I'd just broken up with an ex of mine, so as you can imagine the emotional mess I was at that time. They seemed like nice guys; I mean, they had horses so I figured they had to be, and they were. In fact, they were so nice they offered me a smoke. I'd never done it before, so I started choking and couldnt breathe. They guys had split the minute I called my dad, begging him through gasps for air to come help me. I went to the emergency room and everything, told my dad this group of guys forced me to smoke it, and he didnt question it. First big lie I've ever told. Ok, so umm... Moving on, yeah?"

"I would be intrigued to know more, but I rather not push. I've heard much about you already, but I haven't heard nearly anything at all about your social life. Do you have a lot of friends? Little? What social crowd do you hang out with. Tell me about your friends and what you do on weekends and after school."
"Yeah, I'd rather you not push either. Social life? Honey, I'm at the top of the leagues here. Sorry, I'm just so used to acting this way in public, but I can actually, talk to you. Oh, dont take it personal and all I just... Yeah. So... Friends! I have plenty, actually. My best has to be Jane, also the top of the social crowd. You want to know what we do? What do you think we do? We're the life of the party, the wreckers of the town, wild at heart. You know all those disturbances you hear about on the news? Courtisy of mwa. Sorry, b*tch fever is getting the best of me again. Next question?"

"Quite interesting. Do you think you find it easy to find that special someone? Tell me a bit about the relationships you have been in. Are you currently in a relationship? How long do your relationships last? Do you do well with commitment or not? Do you regret any relationship you have been in? Have you ever cheated while in a relationship?"
"Easy? If it were easy dont you think I would have found them by now? Hmm... relationships... Who would kiss in tell? Oh, right. Me. I've been in plenty, but its like they either have a flaw too big to miss or they're in it just to get in your pants. You know, the usual. No, I'm not currently in a relationship, and to be honest, I always find that I'm much happier that way, then again I dont notice til after the break up has been done and settled. The longest relationship I've ever been in lasted three months, but I wouldnt really call it a relationship. It's more of a 'friends with benefits' kinda thing. I'm kidding, honest. No... He seemed like the perfect guy, and I truely thought I was in love. But since we were such close friends before we were going out, our friendship got too awkward and we felt like we couldnt really talk much anymore, so he broke it off. But hey, you win some you lose some, am I right? I guess I do good with commitment. I've never been aware if I was some paranoid, controling spazz or not, so I guess I'm pretty ok. I go out with guys to find 'the one', not to get some. I see no reason as to why I dont put my full self in as commitment. I couldnt say I regret any past relationships. I learned from each guy. For instance the first guy I ever dated, back in seventh grade, Joey. He taught me it was cool to be myself. And Dylan? He taught me to, as he calls it, 'chillax' about things that dont need to be stressed over. And Anthony? He taught me to have fun and let my wild side run free. You see what I mean? They all brought goods and taught me something so I'm prepared for when 'the one' comes along. And cheated? Never. I've had crushes on others while dating someone, but I never actually did anything about it. Ok, anything else you wanna ask and get all deep and personal about?"

"Well Miss, this has been rather interesting interview, something a lot of people don't usually tell to a completely stranger, but I am very happy for your openness about everything. I'm going to go ahead and say that this interview is over and your free to go. If there's any last things you would like to say or mention before you go, feel free to do that as well. Good bye."
"Well, Miss, it's been interesting myself. I dont normally open up much like this until after I've gotten all into a good book or something. This was actually... pretty nice. I had fun. It was nice meeting you, and good bye. Hey, maybe we could get a coffee sometime, catch up, you know?"

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these lovely ladies are the basis of a story. care to read?
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----ｎｅｖｅｒ ｔｉｅ
----ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ
-ｄｏｗｎ，ｓｕｇａｒ．
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❝ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ғʀᴇᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴ'. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ
ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ
ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ. ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅs
ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ? sᴜɢᴀʀ,
ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's
ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs.❞
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Ｍｉｓｓ Ｐａｒｋ Ａｖｅｎｕｅ， Ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ.

--------ｓｈｅ'ｓ ａ ｗｏｍａｎ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｇｏｔ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｂａｃｋｂｏｎｅ.

ｊｕｓｔ ｗａｉｔ ｔｉｌ ｙｏｕ ｔａｓｔｅ ｈｅｒ ｋｉｎｄａ ｌｏｖｅ.

[ she-cat ] - [ warrior ] - [ twenty five moons ] - [ free spirited ]

-----the burly tabby tom was just that: the thickliest of brutes this side of the streets. he had wild, lust craving eyes as yellow as the sun itself, matted bramble colored strewn across a forest floor colored pelt. he was well fed on much more than just food. "well, if it isn't miss park avenue herself." "oh, buzz off, keelian. isn't your family waiting for you in the sewers?" a beauty, she was. the most beautiful stray cat he ever did see, and he'd seen plenty of other females in his time. this one stole the game. she had neatly comed fur, misty grey stripes apon snow white dangling from where she lay perched apon a park tree's branch and swaying the the light breeze. a norwegian forest cat, so she appeared to be. she had cloudy grey eyes to match, and they too possessed such a presence of lust. oh yes, she was well known amongst the streets. she'd lived just about every life a cat could ever have, and yet, she was still so young. she was known as miss park avenue on the streets, no one knowing her true name; she preferred it that way. "to what do i owe this pleasure, miss?" he leapt up into the tree, sitting perched beside her. she raised her eyebrows, lifting her chin to meet his unwavering gaze. "i'll tell you about pleasure." never before had a she-cat made this ladies' man want to settle down and start a life but when he woke up, expecting her to be curled up beside him, saying yes to starting a life with him, she had long gone. she was one of the first for him, and he was one of the many for her. she didnt want to be tied down.
----- the grey tom couldn't have been any older or younger than she, the beauty stretched out before him. she'd won the heart and souls of his owners just by toying around her tail and purring with every touch they bestowed apon her. she knew how to play the part; she played it well enough to score residence within his household. she'd even won over tremor, the dog the family didnt even think would accept their already present cat, smokey. as she sprawled across the living room carpet, her natural beauty was evident. he could just imagine how long she'd lived on the streets, and yet, her fur was as neatly comed, maybe better, than a normal house cat's. she was well fed, like she'd never had a struggle to survive. and she was cunning, tolerance of humans and dogs showing this wasnt her first rodeo as a house cat. she looked a bit on the selfabsorbed side, a rich b*tch; miss park avenue herself. "what game are you trying to pull?" the beauty looked up from grooming herself, meeting his own fiersome stare with a fake, confused one. she tilted her head, mock innocence written all about, dancing between her whiskers and flickering in her ears. "i don't know what you're talking about." she mewed, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "what do you take me for, some kind of a m-" "thief." the she cat rolled from her sides into an upright sitting position. she crossed her front paw over the other, grin highlighted by the entrigued twtch of her whiskers. "i havent the time to steal. i've others to do it for me." smokey did not let his emotions betray the view he was trying to uphold. he kept the shock surfaced, though he was enthrolled. he narrowed his fern eyes, lifting his chin. "how so?" she scoffed a light chuckle. she rose to her paws, slowly making her way over to him. her body swayed as she walked, a repitant rythme amongst herself. she'd done this more than once. "easy. i give them what they want, and they give me what i want." the grey tom curled his lips back over his teeth, letting out a small hiss when she came to sit down beside him. but after a while, he gave in. two little bundles of fur came from the mating. stream and rocky became the center of smokey's world, as well as miss park avenue, herself. when she became preganet and stayed in the house, smokey believed she loved him as much as he loved her, but as soon as the kits were born she left in the dead of the night. she was one of the first for him and he was one of the many for her. she didnt want to be tied down.
-----the life of a warrior was introduced to the she-cat by two toms, gingerstripe of breezeclan and whitemask of shadeclan. after leaving her fifth 'relationship' on the streets for kittypet homes, she left three 'relationships' frommittypet homes and made herself comfortable against the trees of the forest. lounging amongst the branch of a broad sycamore, a clutter below startled her from her rest. with her signature, priful smile she watched down in satisfaction: two toms scurmishing. the first was a lean ginger, handsome in his own little way, with ivory green eyes as mesmerizing as miss park avenue, herself. the second was a snow white tom, muscular, and a strange pattern apon him: his left backside was all smokey grey, and his eyes were undecisive, one moment appearing blue, the next green. she didnt know of why they were fighting, nor did she truely care. she brought herself down from the trees, hardly putting effort into breaking up the fight. one look apon her stopped both cold. to them, it was love at first sight. to her, it was two more toys to play with. she took refuge in the forest from the clans they told her of, but she didnt go unattended. they flourished her with food and affection; she told the both of them she loved them and that they were their only, and the day she got enough information about the clan cats and their ways she left to join flightclan, one both cats didnt belong to, and gaining the name summitskies, after her real name sky, no longer referred as miss park avenue herself. the next evening, both toms arrived at the meeting place finding no she-cat but the other tom. she was one of the first for them, they were one of the many for her. she didnt want to be tied down.

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