Post by peyton on Jan 14, 2013 21:48:07 GMT -5
* peyton jean malone !
"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present." - John Green, Looking For Alaska
TWENTY-TWO | TROIAN BELLISARIO | HOPE HARBOR, MAINE | STUDENT
"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present." - John Green, Looking For Alaska
TWENTY-TWO | TROIAN BELLISARIO | HOPE HARBOR, MAINE | STUDENT
i remember it all too well
BASICS:
date of birth: 9th of June, 1991
member group: student
sexual orientation: heterosexual
occupation: college senior (literature major) & assistant manager at the Grand Harbor Inn
FAMILY:
father:
Garrett Malone, 46 (lives at the Inn)
mother:
Alyson Malone (deceased)
siblings:
Larsen Malone, fraternal twin brother, 22 (absent)
other:
Colin Malone, grandfather, father's side (deceased)
Evelyn Malone, grandmother, father's side (lives at the Inn)
Gregory Lawson, grandfather, mother's side (lives in the state of Georgia)
Harriet Lawson, grandmother, mother's side (lives in the state of Georgia)
PEYTON IS:
ambitious
outspoken
stubborn
independent
loyal
compassionate
adventurous
emotional
impulsive
intelligent
curious
guarded
sarcastic
witty
PEYTON LIKES:
books
writing
knowledge
adventure
coffee
philosophy
art
the ocean
swimming
sailing
PEYTON DISLIKES:
cancer
gossip
failing
being trapped
seafood
meeting others expectations
unnecessary rules
conforming
heights
PEYTON’S DREAMS:
Peyton wants to leave Hope Harbor after her senior year. She wants to travel the world and become an author.
PEYTON’S FEARS:
Peyton has fears of forever being tied down by the responsibility that comes from running the family business (The Grand Harbor Inn) and never leaving Hope Harbor. She also fears losing the people she loves after losing her mother to cancer when she was a teenager.
PEYTON'S SECRET:
Peyton is having an affair with her married literature professor.
HISTORY:
The Malone family has resided in Hope Harbor for many generations, going right back to when the town was first founded. The first to reside in the town was Theodore Malone, who opened the Grand Harbor Inn with his wife, for weary travelers who required a place to stay while visiting the small town.
The Grand Harbor Inn was passed down through generations, until it eventually came into the hands of Garrett Malone when his father retired and eventually passed away due to a heart attack. However, before this occurred, Garrett was a simply assisted with the family business, while taking on a side role as a handyman around Hope Harbor. Garrett met his future wife, Alyson when she came to his hometown for a romantic getaway with her boyfriend at the time. Garrett and Alyson had just graduated high school back then, which meant that Garrett still held quite the mischievous nature. Alyson and her boyfriend stayed at the Grand Harbor Inn, which lead to her noticing the attractive young son of the owner of the inn.
The two merely exchanged witty banter and light flirting, but nothing came of it that summer. Alyson returned to Georgia with her boyfriend, but when she made her way back to Hope Harbor the following summer, she was single. As it seems, she couldn’t stop thinking about the son of the Grand Harbor Inn manager. Garrett and Alyson were eventually married and Alyson moved to Hope Harbor so that they could start a family and create a life for themselves.
When Garrett and Alyson were both twenty-four, Alyson gave birth to fraternal twins — a son and a daughter — Larsen and Peyton. The twins were inseparable during their childhood as they experienced a happy and relatively normal upbringing. They lived in an inland home with their parents until their grandfather passed away. From then, the Malone family moved into the Inn with Garrett’s mother to help her run the business. When they were old enough, the twins helped their parents take on small jobs around the Inn on weekends, which earned them an allowance.
The pair got up to some harmless mischief when they were children and were incredibly close. However, once in high school, they began to drift. They remained close, but found that they spent less time together while they were in different friendship groups. Larsen was drawn to the rebels of the school, while Peyton attempted to fit in with the popular group.
Peyton moulded and changed herself in order to meet the expectations of the popular group, becoming a follower and someone she didn’t necessarily want to be so she could fit in. It wasn’t until her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer before she became more grounded and willing to be herself. When her mother had been diagnosed, suddenly her popularity and social status didn’t mean much to her anymore. After a mentally and emotionally draining year, the cancer got the better of Alyson, taking her life when the twins were only seventeen years old.
The members of the Malone family all took Alyson’s death differently. Garrett became a workaholic and more uptight — with the fear of losing his children after losing the love of his life. Larsen dropped out of school and fled town — after a terrible fight with his father, while Peyton became more closed off, focussing on her studies and escaping into the worlds that were provided to her through the books she read and her own writing. Peyton was angry with her brother for leaving their family in their time of need, but she also missed him terribly.
After graduating high school with admirable results, Peyton took over her mother’s job and became the assistant manager of her father’s Inn and not necessarily by choice. Yes, Peyton had the desire to share the burden of the workload her father took on every day, but her father also pressured her into it, saddened by the absence of his son and not wanting to lose his other child too. Peyton wanted to go to a college in the city, but after a year of arguing with her father and attempting to consider her options, Peyton settled on the local community college so she could study literature while still helping her father out at the Inn.
Peyton has received letters and postcards from Larsen while he was on the road, with the occasional visit over the past few years. He never seemed to stay in one place for very long. While she was thrilled whenever a postcard arrived in the mail, a part of her resented her brother; not necessarily because he had left them, but because he was living her dream of exploring what was beyond her hometown.
While Peyton would have preferred to have studied outside of Hope Harbor, she made the best of the local community college and excelled with her grades once more. She became happier once she had some focus again, but though she was never friendless, she was never the same social butterfly she had been in high school. She wasn’t willing to participate in social climbing, but rather interact with the people that she genuinely liked, refusing to be the doormat she once was.
While she was fairly obedient when it came down to her father and remaining in Hope Harbor, Peyton always found her own little ways to rebel. However, midnight swims and harmless pranks couldn’t compare when she started to see her married literature professor halfway through her junior year, longing to experience adventure and excitement.
Apart from an affair with her professor and a desire to escape her hometown, Peyton is both frightened and intrigued of the crime that has been going on as of recent. Concentrating on her final year of college is going to be tricky if she is to constantly be concerned with not only the wellbeing of herself and her family, but the inhabitants Hope Harbor.
[/justify]date of birth: 9th of June, 1991
member group: student
sexual orientation: heterosexual
occupation: college senior (literature major) & assistant manager at the Grand Harbor Inn
FAMILY:
father:
Garrett Malone, 46 (lives at the Inn)
mother:
Alyson Malone (deceased)
siblings:
Larsen Malone, fraternal twin brother, 22 (absent)
other:
Colin Malone, grandfather, father's side (deceased)
Evelyn Malone, grandmother, father's side (lives at the Inn)
Gregory Lawson, grandfather, mother's side (lives in the state of Georgia)
Harriet Lawson, grandmother, mother's side (lives in the state of Georgia)
PEYTON IS:
ambitious
outspoken
stubborn
independent
loyal
compassionate
adventurous
emotional
impulsive
intelligent
curious
guarded
sarcastic
witty
PEYTON LIKES:
books
writing
knowledge
adventure
coffee
philosophy
art
the ocean
swimming
sailing
PEYTON DISLIKES:
cancer
gossip
failing
being trapped
seafood
meeting others expectations
unnecessary rules
conforming
heights
PEYTON’S DREAMS:
Peyton wants to leave Hope Harbor after her senior year. She wants to travel the world and become an author.
PEYTON’S FEARS:
Peyton has fears of forever being tied down by the responsibility that comes from running the family business (The Grand Harbor Inn) and never leaving Hope Harbor. She also fears losing the people she loves after losing her mother to cancer when she was a teenager.
PEYTON'S SECRET:
Peyton is having an affair with her married literature professor.
HISTORY:
The Malone family has resided in Hope Harbor for many generations, going right back to when the town was first founded. The first to reside in the town was Theodore Malone, who opened the Grand Harbor Inn with his wife, for weary travelers who required a place to stay while visiting the small town.
The Grand Harbor Inn was passed down through generations, until it eventually came into the hands of Garrett Malone when his father retired and eventually passed away due to a heart attack. However, before this occurred, Garrett was a simply assisted with the family business, while taking on a side role as a handyman around Hope Harbor. Garrett met his future wife, Alyson when she came to his hometown for a romantic getaway with her boyfriend at the time. Garrett and Alyson had just graduated high school back then, which meant that Garrett still held quite the mischievous nature. Alyson and her boyfriend stayed at the Grand Harbor Inn, which lead to her noticing the attractive young son of the owner of the inn.
The two merely exchanged witty banter and light flirting, but nothing came of it that summer. Alyson returned to Georgia with her boyfriend, but when she made her way back to Hope Harbor the following summer, she was single. As it seems, she couldn’t stop thinking about the son of the Grand Harbor Inn manager. Garrett and Alyson were eventually married and Alyson moved to Hope Harbor so that they could start a family and create a life for themselves.
When Garrett and Alyson were both twenty-four, Alyson gave birth to fraternal twins — a son and a daughter — Larsen and Peyton. The twins were inseparable during their childhood as they experienced a happy and relatively normal upbringing. They lived in an inland home with their parents until their grandfather passed away. From then, the Malone family moved into the Inn with Garrett’s mother to help her run the business. When they were old enough, the twins helped their parents take on small jobs around the Inn on weekends, which earned them an allowance.
The pair got up to some harmless mischief when they were children and were incredibly close. However, once in high school, they began to drift. They remained close, but found that they spent less time together while they were in different friendship groups. Larsen was drawn to the rebels of the school, while Peyton attempted to fit in with the popular group.
Peyton moulded and changed herself in order to meet the expectations of the popular group, becoming a follower and someone she didn’t necessarily want to be so she could fit in. It wasn’t until her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer before she became more grounded and willing to be herself. When her mother had been diagnosed, suddenly her popularity and social status didn’t mean much to her anymore. After a mentally and emotionally draining year, the cancer got the better of Alyson, taking her life when the twins were only seventeen years old.
The members of the Malone family all took Alyson’s death differently. Garrett became a workaholic and more uptight — with the fear of losing his children after losing the love of his life. Larsen dropped out of school and fled town — after a terrible fight with his father, while Peyton became more closed off, focussing on her studies and escaping into the worlds that were provided to her through the books she read and her own writing. Peyton was angry with her brother for leaving their family in their time of need, but she also missed him terribly.
After graduating high school with admirable results, Peyton took over her mother’s job and became the assistant manager of her father’s Inn and not necessarily by choice. Yes, Peyton had the desire to share the burden of the workload her father took on every day, but her father also pressured her into it, saddened by the absence of his son and not wanting to lose his other child too. Peyton wanted to go to a college in the city, but after a year of arguing with her father and attempting to consider her options, Peyton settled on the local community college so she could study literature while still helping her father out at the Inn.
Peyton has received letters and postcards from Larsen while he was on the road, with the occasional visit over the past few years. He never seemed to stay in one place for very long. While she was thrilled whenever a postcard arrived in the mail, a part of her resented her brother; not necessarily because he had left them, but because he was living her dream of exploring what was beyond her hometown.
While Peyton would have preferred to have studied outside of Hope Harbor, she made the best of the local community college and excelled with her grades once more. She became happier once she had some focus again, but though she was never friendless, she was never the same social butterfly she had been in high school. She wasn’t willing to participate in social climbing, but rather interact with the people that she genuinely liked, refusing to be the doormat she once was.
While she was fairly obedient when it came down to her father and remaining in Hope Harbor, Peyton always found her own little ways to rebel. However, midnight swims and harmless pranks couldn’t compare when she started to see her married literature professor halfway through her junior year, longing to experience adventure and excitement.
Apart from an affair with her professor and a desire to escape her hometown, Peyton is both frightened and intrigued of the crime that has been going on as of recent. Concentrating on her final year of college is going to be tricky if she is to constantly be concerned with not only the wellbeing of herself and her family, but the inhabitants Hope Harbor.
LARNIE
TWENTY-ONE | AIM: larnie_rae | AUSTRALIAN EASTERN | IMAGINATIVE[/center]
The whirlwind of of emotions Amelia was experiencing clouded her mind as the trauma and the grief of the night’s tragic events caught up with her. Consumed by her tears, Amelia only became aware of the fact that there had been a break in as she felt Eobard pull her onto her feet. She didn’t have time to wipe her tears away or question Eobard’s abrupt actions before she heard footsteps stomping hurriedly up the stairs. A sense of dread and frustration swept over Amelia. She barely had time to wonder when she and the two other survivors would catch a break, as the stranger bursted through the door.
If Amelia hadn’t of been carrying the burden of exhaustion, she would have been inclined to put up a fight — like a frightened animal trapped in a corner by something potentially dangerous. Instead, she silently admitted defeat, preparing herself for her fate — whatever that meant. Despite all the other emotions that created the chaos in her mind, Amelia could at least be grateful of the fact that she, Eobard and Reese were in this together. They were her reason of existence now that she had given up hope in being reunited with her family. Without her fellow survivors, she might as well have been dead. She certainly felt like she had died and gone to Hell whenever reality and her mental state merged. Which was ironic for a Psychology college graduate.
“Who are you?...” Amelia asked the stranger, detachment lingering within her words as she stared at him with tear stained eyes. “I should ask you lot the same thing.” The man snapped gruffly. “We’re all survivors by the looks of it...” Amelia stated calmly before wiping away her tears with her sleeve as the stranger was joined by two more companions — another male and a female. “Why are there two corpses outside? I can tell that they weren’t walkers before they were killed.” The leading member of the team questioned. There was a long pause before Amelia spoke up, pained with traumatic memories that she was still attempting to process. “The owner of this house shot down one of our team while we were seeking shelter from a horde of the infected...the attack was unprovoked...he needed to be taken down...” She replied as simply as she could — not wanting to dawdle on something that continued to metaphorically rip apart her soul — emotion entering her voice for the first time since speaking with the intruders.
Amelia had no idea where the conversation was heading, she was merely playing along, particularly due to the fact that she was worn out — physically, mentally and emotionally. “That must be the same horde that cornered us...” The man went on, more to himself than the rest of the room. “Did you drive that truck here?” He referred to their form of transport. “Yes...” Amelia replied cautiously, anxious over what these people’s intentions were. Billy Ray’s face flashed passed her mind — it had been his truck, after all. “Well, I think that we can help each other out.” The man responded, his tone taking a turn and becoming more welcoming. “We’re not giving you our truck.” Amelia replied blatantly, a flicker of fierceness rising within her as she identified a potential threat. “Calm down, Princess. Me and my team just need a lift.” He stated, an amused smirk forming on his lips. “If you think, we’re going to risk our lives in order to spare yours...think again.” Amelia stood her ground. “Even if it means bringing you to a completely guarded safety zone?”
“A safety zone?” Amelia queried, not believing her ears. “Yep. A whole community with food, weapons...hot water. It’s our job to bring in survivors just like you. Let us bring you in and give you the shelter you’ve been searching for.” He went on, clearly pleased that he had sparked her interest. “How do we know we can trust you?” Amelia frowned. “You don’t.” He replied simply. “But you were taking risks before we came along. Why not take a risk on us?”
Amelia turned to look shift her gaze between Eobard and Reese, to obtain any indication as to what they thought about the group’s offer. Accepting their offer could lead to an improved existence, but it also could lead to their deaths if the group weren’t who they made themselves out to be. However, staying at the farmhouse, pondering over their next plan of attack, seemed to more uncertain than the other option. The leader of the group was right; they’d be taking a risk with or without them. Amelia found herself siding with the option that promised a specific destination, rather than the option that meant aimlessly staying alive with no real goal in mind — despite her lack of trust towards the newcomers.
“We’ll go with you.” She locked in their decision. “Excellent. Lead the way.” The man spoke with satisfaction, before Amelia exited the room (baseball bat still by her side) as her companions followed after her.
Downstairs the entrance hallway was inhabited by two more members of the intruder’s group — and they were carrying rifles. Amelia stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening at the new threat. “Relax, the guns are for slaying the infected, not survivors.” The leader of the group stated as he moved past Amelia. “Now, I suggest you all collect your belongings and we get moving.” Nodding, Amelia prepared herself for the task at hand.
Once the survivor’s possessions were obtained, Amelia dreaded the task that was on the other side of the door. Billy Ray still had the keys to their handy source of transportation...which meant someone would have to search his dead body and fish them out. Having no desire for Eobard or Reese to take on this burden, Amelia knew that someone would be her. Taking a deep breath, Amelia exited the house and without allowing herself to consider her task for a second time, Amelia dashed towards Billy Ray, frantically searching him for his keys before finding them in one of his jacket pockets. “I’m sorry...” She murmured to the lifeless body, her tears threatening to spill once more — she wiped them away before rising to her feet.
A part of Amelia felt the need to bury Billy Ray to give him the send off he deserved, but Amelia knew, that taking the time to bury him was a dangerous idea to play with since there was a chance that the intruders may have lead the horde of the infected in their direction. Without another word, Amelia handed the keys to the leader of the group, ditching their belongings in the bed of the truck before piling into the back seat with Eobard and Reese. Most of the scavengers took a place in the back of the truck while the leader and one other occupied the front seat, before the truck came to life.
Amelia struggled to stay awake...to keep an eye on where they were going before exhaustion took over and transported her into a deep sleep as her head occupied Eobard’s shoulder like a pillow...Amelia slept as they headed into the unknown...
If Amelia hadn’t of been carrying the burden of exhaustion, she would have been inclined to put up a fight — like a frightened animal trapped in a corner by something potentially dangerous. Instead, she silently admitted defeat, preparing herself for her fate — whatever that meant. Despite all the other emotions that created the chaos in her mind, Amelia could at least be grateful of the fact that she, Eobard and Reese were in this together. They were her reason of existence now that she had given up hope in being reunited with her family. Without her fellow survivors, she might as well have been dead. She certainly felt like she had died and gone to Hell whenever reality and her mental state merged. Which was ironic for a Psychology college graduate.
“Who are you?...” Amelia asked the stranger, detachment lingering within her words as she stared at him with tear stained eyes. “I should ask you lot the same thing.” The man snapped gruffly. “We’re all survivors by the looks of it...” Amelia stated calmly before wiping away her tears with her sleeve as the stranger was joined by two more companions — another male and a female. “Why are there two corpses outside? I can tell that they weren’t walkers before they were killed.” The leading member of the team questioned. There was a long pause before Amelia spoke up, pained with traumatic memories that she was still attempting to process. “The owner of this house shot down one of our team while we were seeking shelter from a horde of the infected...the attack was unprovoked...he needed to be taken down...” She replied as simply as she could — not wanting to dawdle on something that continued to metaphorically rip apart her soul — emotion entering her voice for the first time since speaking with the intruders.
Amelia had no idea where the conversation was heading, she was merely playing along, particularly due to the fact that she was worn out — physically, mentally and emotionally. “That must be the same horde that cornered us...” The man went on, more to himself than the rest of the room. “Did you drive that truck here?” He referred to their form of transport. “Yes...” Amelia replied cautiously, anxious over what these people’s intentions were. Billy Ray’s face flashed passed her mind — it had been his truck, after all. “Well, I think that we can help each other out.” The man responded, his tone taking a turn and becoming more welcoming. “We’re not giving you our truck.” Amelia replied blatantly, a flicker of fierceness rising within her as she identified a potential threat. “Calm down, Princess. Me and my team just need a lift.” He stated, an amused smirk forming on his lips. “If you think, we’re going to risk our lives in order to spare yours...think again.” Amelia stood her ground. “Even if it means bringing you to a completely guarded safety zone?”
“A safety zone?” Amelia queried, not believing her ears. “Yep. A whole community with food, weapons...hot water. It’s our job to bring in survivors just like you. Let us bring you in and give you the shelter you’ve been searching for.” He went on, clearly pleased that he had sparked her interest. “How do we know we can trust you?” Amelia frowned. “You don’t.” He replied simply. “But you were taking risks before we came along. Why not take a risk on us?”
Amelia turned to look shift her gaze between Eobard and Reese, to obtain any indication as to what they thought about the group’s offer. Accepting their offer could lead to an improved existence, but it also could lead to their deaths if the group weren’t who they made themselves out to be. However, staying at the farmhouse, pondering over their next plan of attack, seemed to more uncertain than the other option. The leader of the group was right; they’d be taking a risk with or without them. Amelia found herself siding with the option that promised a specific destination, rather than the option that meant aimlessly staying alive with no real goal in mind — despite her lack of trust towards the newcomers.
“We’ll go with you.” She locked in their decision. “Excellent. Lead the way.” The man spoke with satisfaction, before Amelia exited the room (baseball bat still by her side) as her companions followed after her.
Downstairs the entrance hallway was inhabited by two more members of the intruder’s group — and they were carrying rifles. Amelia stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening at the new threat. “Relax, the guns are for slaying the infected, not survivors.” The leader of the group stated as he moved past Amelia. “Now, I suggest you all collect your belongings and we get moving.” Nodding, Amelia prepared herself for the task at hand.
Once the survivor’s possessions were obtained, Amelia dreaded the task that was on the other side of the door. Billy Ray still had the keys to their handy source of transportation...which meant someone would have to search his dead body and fish them out. Having no desire for Eobard or Reese to take on this burden, Amelia knew that someone would be her. Taking a deep breath, Amelia exited the house and without allowing herself to consider her task for a second time, Amelia dashed towards Billy Ray, frantically searching him for his keys before finding them in one of his jacket pockets. “I’m sorry...” She murmured to the lifeless body, her tears threatening to spill once more — she wiped them away before rising to her feet.
A part of Amelia felt the need to bury Billy Ray to give him the send off he deserved, but Amelia knew, that taking the time to bury him was a dangerous idea to play with since there was a chance that the intruders may have lead the horde of the infected in their direction. Without another word, Amelia handed the keys to the leader of the group, ditching their belongings in the bed of the truck before piling into the back seat with Eobard and Reese. Most of the scavengers took a place in the back of the truck while the leader and one other occupied the front seat, before the truck came to life.
Amelia struggled to stay awake...to keep an eye on where they were going before exhaustion took over and transported her into a deep sleep as her head occupied Eobard’s shoulder like a pillow...Amelia slept as they headed into the unknown...