Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 14, 2008 11:10:54 GMT -6
braelyn carolina cooper !
"My neon eyes are set on you
The devil's language taste of lust"
"My neon eyes are set on you
The devil's language taste of lust"
i'm just a face for every picture``
name • stephaniee!
age • fourteen.
contact • msn. pm me for it.
rp experience • three years.
member title • her killer instinct '
how you found us • i helped make this site(:
a smile for your scrapbooks``
full name • braelyn carolina cooper.
nicname(s) • braee.
age • eighteen.
birthday • january second.
grade • 12 grade.
art • ////
cannon or original • original.
there's a ghost in this room``
height • 5'7.
weight • one hundred fourteen.
stature • slim.
eyes • blue.
hair • caramel.
play by • miranda kerr!
other • werewolf.
to witness my first breakdown``
likes •
rain, sunlight, swimming, music, piano, violin, singing, musicals, her pack, her siblings, sunglasses, photography, battles, fighting, intensity, kissing, joking, immature jokes, pepsi, climbing trees, writing, dresses, dancing, flirting, rainy days, storms, sleeping, bonfires, sarcasm.
dislikes • stink, vampires, isabella swan, smoking, drinking, being wrong, being showed up, immature boys, being bored, snow, messy hair days, waking up, early mornings, running patrol, drama, imprinting, losing self control, being teased. oh, and vampires.
habits • sarcasm, blushing, running hand through her hair.
fears • imprinting, losing her freedom, being exiled, vampires killing any one she knows.
goals • to become top of her pack.
overall personality •
-uses magical admin skills-
sarcastic, moody, friendly only to her pack, can come off rather bitchy.
too much of you is never enough``
parents • richard noel cooper - fifty two - retired.
rachel amanda cooper - forty nine - waitress.
siblings • brooklyn ashlyn cooper - fifteen - in school.
tyler joel cooper - seventeen - in school.
other important relatives • ////
pets • ///
history • um. coming soooon.
now I'm tangled in the sheets``
read the rules • i made them. (:
rp sample •
EDWARD ROBERTSON ,
I want you to be happy, you're my best friend
But it's so hard to let you go now
All that could have been
I'll always have the memories. [/font][/color][/center]
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It was hard for him to finally accept that things were no longer. That things have been permanently altered, to the point where he could not verify it. At times like these, he just wished for a time-machine, to go back and patch up his mistakes. But only then he would be struck with realization that he'd cause so much damage already,..that he could do nothing - nothing at all - to help mend the emotional wounds he'd left behind him. But he was intent on the decision that he had made the right decision. Besides, the right decision wasn't always favorable or popular to everybody else, as long as he thought it was the good thing to do, the better alternative. I mean, he could've chosen the other alternative, but it would only cause more chaos, confusion and most of all - hurt. Hurting his fiance was something he never intended to do, but yet he had. Once, twice, three times. It was insane! What type of boyfriend was he? The one that constantly snuck out to meet up with his ex-girlfriend and have pleasurable moments with her. It was horrible, sickening even to think about. He was the most pathetic excuse for a boyfriend, and he surely didn't deserve Lana or Zoe in his life.
Miserable. That was the word he'd been searching for in the shadowy depths of his depressed state of mind. Moping, wallowing in his own sorrow. And to think that he couldn't get any more pathetic, here he was. Wow. There..well, there SHOULD be no excuse for the way he was behaving but who could judge him? It was Lana, after all. She was beautiful in every flawless grain of detail, she was perfect in his eyes. But, Zoe..well, Lana was nearly incomparable against her. Depression, rue, sorrow. Gosh. His eyes closed for a split second before he reopened them, only to stare blankly at his darkened room. A shuddering sigh emitted from his parted lips, a single tremble rolling down his spine in a light shudder. With nearly everything going on in his life, anybody would probably figure he'd shoot himself in a few days worth. But even that was unacceptable. Zoe, his fiance, he couldn't leave her now. Or Lana, even though she was..practically out of his window, he still cared. Immensely so.
After all, he'd gave Jasper what he desired most. Edward gave part of his life, or to be less dramatic, he gave him Lana. And even though it hurt in the process of letting her go run off to him basically, it was the right thing. Who hadn't noticed the fleeting glances between Lana and Jasper? Well, he had. Sure, it shouldn't have hurt him to see that Lana had another incentive to life, but it did pain him to see her with Jasper all the time. By then, it had been fairly obvious that things were over, but in his heart - there had been one last thing to do. To make it official, to tell Lana that they couldn't continue what had lasted for so long. Their love, well..ex-love, had died down. Edward had Zoe, and Lana had Jasper. It was simple to him, at least. In his point of view, he could only have one or the other. And he chose Zoe, not Lana, for that would be leaving Zoe and he couldn't do that. Of course he'd pondered a lot over it. Maybe everyone else would've chosen Lana, instead of Zoe. But..nobody didn't know Zoe like he knew her. She was amazing, as was Lana. But, you see, if he had chosen Lana then that would mean Zoe would have no one else to go to. But if he chose Zoe which he did for more than one reason, Lana still had Jasper to go to. Besides, he'd been planning for a very long time to propose to Zoe, to end all the mayhem that he been started by him.
Despite his wishes to Lana, he was somewhat glad that she hadn't completely forgotten about him. Or that she hadn't skipped off into the sunset as if nothing ever happened. And even though he told her to try to be happy around others, she had failed him quite miserably. He had hoped that maybe she wouldn't be so..upsetting around their friends, but she was. And it was only too obvious. That she was, undoubtedly, sad of his decision, of the harsh words he'd accidentally spoken to her. He felt horrible, so horrible that it was incomprehensible. Of course all their friends directed their anger on him, for leaving Lana officially. His arm [and once, his face] was frequently met with angry slaps, punches, smacks. But, hey, when was that anything new? It wasn't, since he'd already gotten used to it long ago when he first became best friends with Summer Randals. And, now that she and Lana were best friends, she probably hated him. When Lana refused to go shoe shopping with Summer, she focused her anger on him entirely. Then, almost everyday, his friends sent him accusing glares. It wasn't anything to worry about, not to him. He was inclined to the belief that he deserved it. Hurting Lana like he had could be compared to a death sentence. There would be no getting around it.
Now as he escaped from his room which held the memories of her, when they were something, he tried desperately to push all thoughts of Lana out of his mind. But it was no use. The saddening thought of her kept snaking back to his mind deftly, over and over again. Sure, sure. Yes, it was dramatic. But the truth. How could he just..not think about her? An answer to that one question would be his cure. The boy just wanted to move on with his life, but how could he do so when everybody kept nagging at him about how he had hurt Lana. But, even now, there had been rumors about how she and Jasper were together now. Alright, he'd admit it, he felt angry at how fast things had worked out between them. Edward and Zoe, that was a different thing for they had always been together, like..almost a year ago. But Lana and Jasper? They hooked up so quickly, it was infuriating him. However he kept reminding himself that it was the way it should be, he'd better not cause up more drama than he'd already had. The black Mercedes made no protest as he urged it to go faster along the deserted road. Lana had wanted to speak to him, how could he refuse? This could be his chance to finally apologize for everything.
Only a few minutes passed, his mind a jumbled mess until he pulled up into a parking space, turning the car off and sliding out swiftly. His eyes danced around the beach once, looking for her body. As he leisurely approached the shore, the sound of the black water licking at the shore filled his ears. And, there, with her feet in the water stood Lana. He paused for a short moment to appraise the way the moonlight kissed her pale skin, the way her blonde hair hung loosely down her back and swayed in the night breeze that swirled around the ocean. Beautiful. Only a few heartbeats passed as he gazed at her, brown eyes serene. "Lana," He acknowledged in a small voice, advancing towards her until he was mere inches away. Edward exhaled slightly, inhaling the fragrance that rolled off her skin. He would miss her, badly. But they could be friends, right? Hopefully. He didn't want to stop seeing her, he still wanted to at least talk to her. Friends. Best friends, perhaps. He'd like that very much.
STATUS. finished.
WORDS. one thousand and two hundred ninety seven.
LISTENING TO. lying is the most fun - panic at the disco
AND, the lion fell in love with the lamb - twilight score.
LYRICS. i'll be okay - amanda marshall.
NOTES. aw. ledward. <3
TAGGED. lana, but of course. :3
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