Post by carly mcelroy on Feb 23, 2008 10:06:04 GMT -5
carly elena mcelroy,
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{ `cause nothing changes who i am.
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name, carly mcelroy
age, sixteen
sexuality, female
orientation, straight
wealth status, wealthy
cabin, Carly's cabin reflects her personality fairly well - it's a mess, but you never see the mess. It's complete chaos shoved away into closets and under beds, just to make it look semi-neat. This is probably why she can never find anything when she needs it. The room also has her own splashes to it, colourful blankets and shaped pillows cover the bed. Burned cds, magazine cut-outs and books litter all surfaces, along with hand-written notes to remind herself of things. It's pretty much a typical teenage space.
{ that`s how we roll.
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family,
- jonathon mcelroy, father.
- genevieve mcelroy, mother.
- marcus mcelroy, older brother.
family photos,
{ life`s like a novel with the end ripped out.
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history,
Carly's story begins sixteen years ago, on a snowless night in winter in the city that never sleeps. Although, if you wanted to get technical, it started long before then - much longer than nine months. It started when Jonathon Mcelroy, a young talent agent trying to make a name for himself, met Genevieve Torres, a younger girl trying to break into the modeling scene, at a party on New Year's Eve. There was nothing really special about their meeting; they met a midnight, a random find when they both needed someone to kiss as the ball dropped. It ignited a wildfire romance, though. From that point on, the two were inseparable. Genevieve, barely twenty, finally broke into the modeling scene with the help of Jonathon. Jonathon himself got a few high end clients after Genevieve made it big. Soon enough, they were just another power couple, splitting their time between New York City and California while still jet-setting around the world. It was bliss... until about a year and a half after the two got together. They got quite the shock for a young couple - Genevieve was pregnant. The next nine months consisted of a shot gun wedding, settling down in an apartment on the Upper East Side, a very fat and cranky Genevieve and eventually, the birth of Marcus Mcelroy.
When Carly was conceived almost six years later, the marriage of Genevieve and Jonathon was beginning to fail. Jonathon was tired of being tied down, Genevieve was bitter about having to leave her career behind - Jonathon was insistent that one of them be home to raise Marcus, as long as it wasn't him. Gen still wanted to try to keep the marriage together. Jon was her first love, after all. Carly was a last attempt to save the marriage. Not that she would be told that to her face or anything. The months leading up to her birth were trying ones: Genevieve was a cranky pregnant woman, Marcus had to be taught to understand what was going to happen when the new baby was born and Jonathon had to tie up any loose ends at work, so he could be around when she was born. Genevieve would show a strong family ethic for the next couple of years, insisting on yearly family vacations and weekly family time. It wouldn't last long.
Carly Elena Mcelroy was finally born February 14, 1992 - a very un-valentine Valentine's Day for her parents. The girl came into the world with a specific role: daughter to a former model and a powerful talent agent, little sister to Marcus Mcelroy, hellion to the New York private school pre-school program and the fourth of the family unit, planned to fix a failing family. And for the last sixteen years, she's been completely unaware of the last part of this role, to her she was just the last one in a typical screwed up family. Life was good, for the most part. She had everything she wanted handed to her to keep her entertained, every luxury was at her finger tips. Since pre-school she's attended the best schools New York had to offer, fine-tuning her little brain to be the best she could be. Like most young socialites, she was an over-achiever; she was on the honour roll, involved in the school through sports teams, clubs and drama productions. She volunteered on a board with other girls to plan charity events. And she accomplished all this while playing the poor little rich girl role with distant parents and a brother who was heavy on the party scene.
Now, at sixteen, Carly has managed to escape any major problems. For the most part, her parents have played a sporadic role in her life. At times they would be super involved, mostly when their consciences began to eat at them, usually after one of Marcus' narrow escapes from serious trouble. But mostly, like all kids growing up on the Upper East Side, she was raised by a string of nannies. Most of them were only fleeting memories in her past, fired soon after hire because they did something to upset her mother. There were a few that stuck with Carly, though, imprinting strong values onto the little girl. Once she hit puberty age though, the nannies stopped. She was now at an acceptable age to be parented by her mother. There was no running noses or diaper changes to take care of, just a young girl waiting to be molded into a woman.
From age thirteen on, Genevieve has been a constant in Carly's life, and they've become quite close. More friends than a mother and daughter type relationship. They gossiped about the people around them, shopped together constantly and Genevieve helped to guide Carly through her dramatic teenage problems. It was this relationship that the cruise came out of - the Mcelroy family hadn't taken a family trip together since Carly was eight years old, she was dying to get out of New York for a summer, with her family this time instead of her friends. With some not-so-gentle pushing, Carly managed to get her mother to agree to the cruise. Once her mother agreed, everything just fell into place - her father was coming after many arguments, and her brother had no choice but to come along. So Carly got her family vacation, too bad it wouldn't turn out the quite the way she hoped it would.
{ you want a piece of me?
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appearance,
Carly got a lucky sweep of the gene pool. There's no way to deny that she's a pretty girl with her dark hair and eyes, bright smile and the slightly hispanic charm she got from her mother. A good mixture of her father's eyes and her mother's build, there's no denying that she's one of those girls who's got it going on. And Carly isn't going to lie, she knows she's good looking, she won't deny it. She also won't fish for compliments either, whining about how she really is ugly. She knows the truth and doesn't need people to help her live up to that. However, any negative comments made about her cause Carly to get a little obsessive. Nobody wants to be told they're too much or too little of something - especially a teenage girl with a former model for a mother. It was all about looks growing up in the Mcelroy house.
Standing at 5'3", Carly is pretty short especially in a world wear everything is being overrun by 5'9" leggy girls wearing a size zero. She tries not to let that get to her, mainly from a piece of advice she'd gotten when she was about ten years old - good things come in small packages. As corny as it sounds, those words have helped her a lot through the frustrating times where she had to climb up on top of counters and stand on chairs to reach anything above a certain point. She also took solace in the fact that most guys wouldn't want to date a girl taller than them - something her mother told her when she was going through her awkward puberty years. She was told she would be living the good life eventually with her height, even though it may not seem like it now. That, and she also has that size zero/two size that seems to dominate culture lately.
Dark hair and eyes seem to dominate in the Mcelroy family, with both parents having them along with Carly's older brother Marcus. Like most other things, Carly inherited the hair from her mother's side of the family. The dark brown - almost black - locks are naturally curly, almost ringlet-esque naturally (more so when product is applied) with a tendency to frizz out like mad when humid. For the past little while, Carly has kept her hair relatively short to keep it somewhat tamed. Although, these days it's gotten a little bit longer and a little more wild. As pretty as her hair is, it gives Carly a hard time. It takes a lot of time and effort to get that sleek, together look - a lot of time and effort that Carly usually doesn't want to put into it. Which explains why most of the time, she'll wander around with it looking a little messy. It's not big deal though, right? It's apparently a style now.
Her eyes are the one thing that Carly got from her father - the almond shaped, dark brown eyes with long lashes are really the only thing to suggest that Carly has any relation to Jonathon. Perhaps that's the reason why Carly tries to put a subtle emphasis on her eyes, a way to say "Hey, I'm really not the mailman's kid." Always mascara'd up with neutral colours with a bit of sparkle making up her look, Carly isn't one to let her eyes go unnoticed - even if they are the colour of poo (she prefers the term 'chocolate'.)
So with her naturally tanned skin and all around dark features, it's no wonder Carly has been called attractive - she's got a kind of... exotic look to her, despite being born and bred in New York City.
picture, click.
celebrity, vanessa hudgens
{ i am unwritten, can't read my mind, i'm undefined.
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personality,
There are three things you need to know about Carly Mcelroy before you attempt to get to know her. The first is that she has far too much energy. It's endless, ridiculously so. She's one of those people who can't sit still for long. She gets bored incredibly easy, which is why she doesn't stick to one thing for long. She has the attention span of a gnat. Rambunctious, boisterous and hyper-active are all words that could easily describe the sixteen year old. Not to mention somewhat annoying, irritating beyond belief and... quirky. There are a bunch of little things about Carly that most people tend not to notice. Like her obsession with the sixties and intrigue with people like Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters (not that she would openly admit this obsession) or her tendency to be more than a little germaphobic. She smiles too much and laughs too loudly, but it's those kind of things that make Carly, Carly.
Her humor is also a thing that sets her apart from the crowd. She's been told she has a very... unique sense of humor for a sixteen year old girl. Being sarcastic and neurotic apparently isn't all that common among teenage girls these days, depressing as that may be. A day isn't complete without a roll of the eyes and a sarcastic remark mumbled under her breath. It's part of what makes Carly tick. Some would classify her humor as rude - she gets a huge kick out of watching people fall, spill stuff all over themselves and other "boy"like pieces of comedy. To some, Carly acts like more of a boy than she does a girl. Not that that's a bad thing, or particularly true either. She just enjoys humorous things, and to Carly that includes watching people make complete asses of themselves.
Though she has a generally sweet disposition, Carly gets cranky extremely easily, especially when she's lacking in sleep - which happens more often than not. It's not that she walks around like a bitter pregnant dog, ripping everyone's head off if they look at her wrong - she just takes offense to things said negatively about her more seriously than she would if she was rested and content. She gets moody, too. One minute she'll be laughing and happy, and the next she could be pissy and pouty. Her emotions are like a Rubix cube. You never know how it's going to turn out, no matter how hard you try to keep it right.
Like all things, you have to spend time getting to know Carly before you can really put a label on her. She changes constantly, liking things one day and getting annoyed with the same thing a few days later. The simple things amuse her and the little things delight her. She's just a normal (sort of) teenage girl, looking to find where she belongs and make great friends along the way. She's living her life that way she wants it to be lived. She's got confidence and dreams, and nothing can make her falter - at least for now, anyway.
{ i`m trying to let you hear me as i am.
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your name, Megan
experience, year or two.
example,She was in the middle of a crisis, ready to pull her hair out by the roots. It was getting to be ridiculous. Two things were driving her nuts at the moment, both being about her beloved pet snake, Spoink. Mona had come home that afternoon, after going shopping with her mom, to find her snake's cage empty. It boggled her mind, how in the hell had Spoink managed to escape? Of course, it wouldn't be until later that she would realize that she hadn't secured the top the night before, making it possible for the small reptile to slip out. The other was obvious: WHERE THE HELL WAS HE?
Stomping her foot in frustration, Mona swore loudly, placing her hands on her hips. She had turned her room upside down, searching in vain for Spoink. It looked like a tornado and gone through it; it was messier than it had ever been before, which was saying something seeing as Mona isn't exactly the cleanliest person in the world. Well, this was going well so far... She still hadn't found her snake and her mother would probably make her spend the next three days cleaning her room, making it spotless.
It was enough to give the girl a migraine.
Letting another string of curse words out, Mona clomped through the mess to her door, yanking it open. “Mommyyy!” The girl whined loudly, increasing the volume of her voice so it wouldn't get lost in the large house she shared with her mother, stepfather (who was basically the best) and Kimmy, her very best friend and new sister. “I can't find Spoink!”
“What do you expect me to do about it, sweetie?” Her mother's cheery reply came with a clipped edge, making it clear that she was trying to enjoy some time with her new husband. The teenager gagged slightly at the thought of the two adults cuddling up together in the den. The only thing worse than her mother and Mr. Charleston acting all husband and wifey in public was them acting all husband and wifey in their own home.
And now she had grossed herself out.
Pushing the thought out of her mind, Mona ventured back into her room to fetch the container of Spoink's food, which she kept beside the cage. Dropping the dead insects around the house in attempt to lure her little baby out of hiding probably wasn't the best idea - seeing as it would probably invoke a negative reaction from more than one of her family members, but she was getting desperate! Spoink was still a baby, he needed rescuing!
