Post by RUBY GRACE HONEYCUTT on Nov 10, 2010 8:11:17 GMT -5
RUBY GRACE HONEYCUTT
Name: Ruby Grace Honeycutt
Nicknames: Rubes, R, Red, R.G, Honey, Honey bee, Bee
Age: Seventeen
Date of Birth: June 8th
Grade: Highschool Junior
Program: Arts
Orientation: Straight
Nationality: American
Home Town: Chicago
Play by: Dianna Agron
--- QUIET Ruby doesn’t say a lot. Not that she’s shy by any means, it’s more that she just doesn’t feel the need to talk all the time. She’s more the sort to sit and take it all in, then run off at the mouth constantly. She doesn’t feel the need to fill silences with words, or say useless things just for the sake of talking. Silence isn’t something that un-nerves her, like it does to others. Honestly? She’s fine sitting quietly with a person when there is nothing to be said. For Ruby, making awkward conversation is worse than the silence. If there is nothing to say, then just don’t. Seriously.
--- UN-DEMANDING Ruby doesn’t expect a lot from other people, if anything. She never asks for anything from those in her life, not even birthday presents. Some people just think she’s a sweet-heart, or a martyr putting everyone’s needs before her own. But honestly she doesn’t need to take from those around her to feel satisfied or content. While it would be a rather lonely experience, she’d probably be rather content to live her life out alone. There is nothing she needs from others to feel fulfilled. Even her thirst for romance can be quenched with a good book. Some people may see Ruby as rather guarded, that she doesn’t want to let people in enough to need them to make her happy. That’s debatable though really...
--- SELF-RIGHTEOUS Ruby has morals, and there is nothing wrong with that. She has a problem though, with projecting those onto other people. While she doesn’t need others to do things to make her happy, she can often be disheartened by the things they do. She hates it when people treat others with a lack of respect, or unfairly. She also dislikes those who mess things up just because they can, or do things that they know or low. Really, it doesn’t take a lot to take care of other people’s feelings and she’s always so quick to remind people of that. Sometimes the pedestal she has herself on can be really tiring for others.
LIKES: Photography, Taking photos when no one knows she’s there, Hot Chocolate, Candles, Incense, Peach and Peach flavour, Iced Tea, Board Games, Classic Rock Ballads, Dresses, Hair Clips, Her Family, Fairy-Tales, Romance Novels.
DISLIKES: Falling over (she does it a lot, she’s a klutz), Caffeine, Swimming, Confrontation, Overly affectionate people, Being Tickled, Sea-Food, Unresolved Situations, Hospitals, Needles, The pressure to have sex, Injustice.
Ruby was the third and not last child to Heidi and Benjamin Honeycutt. Before their little girl was born, they already had two boys; Elliot who was seven and Samson who was a few months shy of being three. In all honesty, Ruby wasn’t planned. They’d have liked to have waited for Sam to be a little older when they had their next, but those things happen and none the less they were thrilled to have a little girl. Growing up in a rather close, upper-middle class family, Ruby’s early childhood was rather pleasant. Though her mother’s tendency to over-nurture could get annoying, that was really the worst thing they had to deal with.
Of course, at the time no one really realised there was a problem with Sam, the middle child. Everyone just thought he was shy and maybe a little odd. Ruby didn’t find him odd at all though, she adored her older brother. Being so close in age they bonded almost instantly and became partially inseparable. Which became important years later. When Ruby was eleven, the Honeycutt’s had another baby. Heidi had thought she was done having children, but there it was- a brand new baby girl, whom they named Milly. Milly though, was not like the other children, for she had not been born happy and healthy. She had been born with leukaemia.
The eleven year old Ruby was faced with a choice. She was a match for Milly, and could assist in donating bone marrow. Of course she chose to donate, but the procedure was particularly unpleasant for Ruby, and resulted in her intense dislike for hospitals and needles. Luckily though Milly took to the transplant and after a stressful start to her life, she child went into remission. For a few years, anyway. When she was four, it came back. This time she had chemo, and lost her hair. It was a highly emotional charged time for the family, but it also meant the teenage Ruby and Sam didn’t exactly get much attention from their parents. Ruby was left to fend for herself, and look after Sam- who’s shyness seemed to be manifesting into something more serious. While she loved her family dearly, Ruby took the chance of Milly going into remission again as her chance to push her brother into going away for college, and her going along with him to boarding school.
Long, slender fingers paused hesitantly at the hem of her black singlet. The torso was an area of her body Elliot had avoided for a while now. When she got out of the shower, she avoided looking towards the mirror for fear of what she’d see. It was easy to distance herself from what had happened, pretend the child wasn’t hers. Resist bonding with the baby. Simple..very simple. But seeing the stretch marks she knew would be marring her skin, and the loose flab that hadn’t been worked off yet- seeing that would make pretending impossible for the young woman. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, chewing on her painted lip. Hesitating. Did she want to lift up her shirt and see the solid proof that she was a mother, let the feelings wash over her, engulf her? Or could she just go on pretending?
Her eyes strayed from the mirror, down to the grey device on the bathroom bench. The baby monitor. The blonde swallowed softly. She could feel hot tears swelling in her eyes, threatening to spill from her eyes. She didn’t want to deal with this. Not right now. Her hands dropped away quickly to her sides. Anger quickly replacing the pensive mood she had previously engaged with. How dare her mother. How dare she. The woman had just put Sophie down in bed, then appeared by Ellie’s door. Announcing she needed to pick up a few things for dinner before the store closed and would she please watch her sister. The blonde had almost spat at how casually the older woman had used the word ‘sister’. They were all so good at this little game weren’t they? Even alone everyone kept up the charade. Like that made it easier or something. It didn’t, but she played her part.
What was she supposed to do if the thing woke up? She didn’t want to pick it up... or deal with it at all. Oh god. What if it started to cry? She couldn’t deal with Sophie at all when she was crying. For Ellie, that was the worst sound in the world. Those screams pierced her heart, her very soul. Why did infants have to scream so god-damned loud? Turning from the mirror, her eyes started to search. She was far too sober for this. She needed something, a drink, some pain-killers maybe.. Anything to take the edge off and make the whole situation fucking easier to deal with. What the hell was her mother playing at anyway? She had the kid taken from her, and now she was supposed to play the big sister with a big ol’ smile on her face? It was bull-shit. That’s what it was.
Turning, Ellie grabbed the monitor. Swallowing hard, she stared at it for a moment, before an irrational impulse over-took the blonde and she slammed it against the bench, watching it shatter satisfyingly. Screw this... She needed a cigarette.
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