Claire Bryants

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claire leanne bryants,

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Claire Leanne Bryants
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Claire Bear, Bryants, CB
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
A few minutes outside of New Orleans, Louisiana
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
American
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
July 23, 1992
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
18 years old
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Christian
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Heterosexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
No crime...I work at the school as the riding instructor in the stables!
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
However long the school decides I am a good teacher...I guess...
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Nina Dobrev.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
Music; animals; HORSES; show jumping; gymnastics; guitars; boys; classic cars; cars in general; Smirnoff Ice; drinking; watching movies such as Monty Python and Mel Brooks classics; reading; practicing my singing; jogging; working out; clothing; classic rock; Hugh Jackman; and Glee.
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
Drugs; boys who don’t treat girls right; seeing violence that reminds me of my family; roaches; spiders; creepy stalkers; preppy cheerleader girls; crazy people; rap music (I think those two words are oxymorons); the color pink, and broccoli.
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
I'm terrified of ending up like my family, of falling in love, I'm terrified of the dark, clowns, I'm scared of so much these days...
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
I wish to enter Jack and I into the Olympics for Show Jumping one day and be successful in the circuit...I want to get out of Alaska...I want to fall in love...I want to stay alive...there are many things I want to accomplish, but why don't we take it a day at a time?
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
``I haven't told anyone at the school about the brutal murder of my family a few years back.
``I was raped by a good guy friend of mine, so I'm not great with relationships
``I have flashbacks of the murder night and the rape night whenever I drink
``Sometimes I don’t even want to go back home to my foster father, so I stick around the stable almost all the time every day with my beautiful horse
``I am a HUGE drinker when depressed
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
Different eyes; kind smile; musicians are a weakness for me; gentlemanlike behavior; loyal; loves horses; dresses to my taste; car obsessed like me; humble.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
Drinking too much; drugs; cheaters; no talent; pretenders; stalkers; cruelty; goody goods; cute yet arrogant jerks.
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
When I was twelve years old, my parents took me horseback riding one day and found out I had really good form in the English saddle that I was riding in, so they dropped the music courses and enrolled me in show jumping lessons. I started to enjoy it and even fell in love with a horse that was for sale at the barn. My parents bought the horse for me and named the dappled grey stallion Captain Jack. Jack and I became extremely close and we're an almost perfect fit...we do have a few problems sometimes though, such as me not giving Jack hay when he wants or a good rubdown after a hard ride on rare occasions. I take fine care of Jack, though, and he loves to just run in the open every time he gets the chance.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
When I was sixteen years old, I was performing at a small concert at the local House of Blues with my mom when I saw a man in the audience staring at me. I didn't think anything of it at first, thinking he was a fan and was just interested in our song. Well, we left later that night, after a successful performance that had started to give me a name in my music, my dad and little brother Jacob meeting us outside since they had been in the audience to watch and give support.

Then, I saw that same man walking up to us with a gun in his hand. My dad told me to leave, to run and don’t look back. That’s when I heard the gunshots. I heard so much pain and screaming all around me. I tried to turn but was knocked backwards as someone ran past me. When I opened my eyes and was able to sit up, my father was kneeling at the bodies of my brother and mom, crying and yelling for someone to call 911. All I could see was blood, and I watched as my mother and little brother died before the ambulances could get there to save them.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
I'm the type of girl that you would hate to get on the bad side of. I'm never afraid to stare you down and kick some hardcore butt when needed...I like the party scene, but mostly for special occasions, and I go to local joints to drink, play pool with the guys, and chill with everyone to relax myself. I love my animals and cars, and one can often see me working in the garage on my bike and car, playing my guitar at the coffee shop, or at the school stable, my three main hangouts in Alaska.

Ever since the incident in my family two years ago, I've become more of a loner. I hate being near anyone who gives me the creeps, and I can’t look at fathers the same way. My horses and anything with wheels have become my sanity, my reason for keeping control of my life, and I would never give it up for anything. I've never fully healed from seeing the gruesome murder of my family members. Whenever I'm upset, I enjoy the sound, feel, and look of the horses I come across, and I adore the thrill of being on a horse's back.

I would never tell anyone about the murders, and when people ask about my family I either clam up or tell them that my family isn’t around anymore. Another thing I have never opened up about is that back in Louisiana, I was raped by a guy friend of mine. So much has happened in my life to make me hesitant to trust people...but now do you understand why?

I want to graduate college with a decent equestrian program and be successful in my major. Also, staying alive has become a big goal in my life, and I want to live long enough to find someone to love and marry with children and a house and have the type of family life that was taken from me. I wish to take my horse, Captain Jack, and train for the Olympics in show jumping.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
My mother was murdered...
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
My father overdosed a month after my mother and brother were killed...now I live with my abusive foster father, Briscoe...he's 35 and is a Chief Executive of the school board for the criminals...
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
How many times do I have to say he is dead...*silence*
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?

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A few back home in New Orleans, but they do not stay in touch with me...Briscoe doesn't let them...
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
I was born to a musician mother and a normal, mechanic father. We all lived in New Orleans and were pretty much your normal, every day average family. I developed musical abilities early on in my life, taking more after Mom than Dad. They nurtured my talent, bringing me to a special music school to give me voice lessons and guitar lessons. Every week I would go in and practice to hone my talents, and I progressed rapidly, performing in recitals at the young age of 10.

Then they took me horseback riding one day and found out I had really good form in the English saddle that I was riding in, so they dropped the music courses and enrolled me in show jumping lessons. I started to enjoy it and even fell in love with a horse that was for sale at the barn. My parents bought the horse for me and named the dappled grey stallion Captain Jack. Jack and I became extremely close.

Our family was practically inseparable when it came to loving cars. I craved having an Aston Martin like my mother. Dad owned a red Corvette, and I was taught at the age of 13 to fix cars like him.

I was performing at a small concert at the local House of Blues about two years back with my mom when I saw a man in the audience staring at me. I didn't think anything of it at first, thinking he was a fan and was just interested in the song. We left later that night, my father and little brother meeting us outside since they had been in the audience to watch and give support.

I saw that same man walking up to us and then the next few moments went by in a blur. I heard gunshots and was knocked backwards as someone ran. I heard screaming all around me and more gunshots ringing out. When I opened my eyes and was able to sit up, my father was kneeling at the bodies of my mom and little brother, Jake, crying and yelling for someone to call 911. All I could see was blood. I watched as they died before the ambulances could get there to save them.

My father and I buried my mom and Jake a few days later, and my life has never been the same since. The police never caught the man responsible, although I gave them descriptions of the man. I have mostly kept to myself and have even picked up the bad habit of drinking away my problems, and my father just stopped caring, stopped being the father he used to be. It didn't help that a guy I thought was a good friend decided it would be a good time to rape me. We were at my house alone and he took advantage of me, no matter how much I screamed and fought.

He was sent to prison, and I was trying to deal with it when everything got worse. My father couldn't live with my mother, so he overdosed on sleeping pills, leaving me alone at 16 to deal with all this crap by myself. Why did he do it?? It wasn't fair! I was shipped off with Captain Jack to a foster home in Alaska a month later to live with a man named Briscoe. At first, he was kind and welcoming.

That was, until I got to know the real Briscoe. He's not the man everyone thinks he is. Behind closed doors, he is abusive, cruel, and unsympathetic towards the criminals at school. Which reminds me, I took a job as a riding instructor at school. I figured it would get me out of the house during the day and gave me something else to think about besides my past. So I hide at this school for criminals, hoping everyday that my life will get better and that someone will actually understand me for once.[/size].

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!

NAME/ALIAS
Whit
AGE
20
GENDER
female
EXPERIENCE
8 to 9 years
CONTACT INFO
AIM, YIM, MSN, email, PM, anything! HAHA!
TIME ZONE
Central
RULE PHRASE
Admin Edit[/size]

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @
caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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