ruby grace honeycutt

[ruby]

-- RUBY GRACE HONEYCUTT !

-- NAME: Ruby Grace Honeycutt
-- NICKNAMES: Rubes, R, Red, R.G, Honey, Honey bee, Bee
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Seventeen, June 8th
-- BIRTH PLACE: Capeside
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: High School Senior
-- PLAYED BY: Dianna Agron

-- PERSONALITY !

-- 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 likes to think that probably be rather content to live her life out alone. That 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. She’d never admit to that if it was true though.

-- 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 for her to make her happy, she can often be disheartened by things they do that she doesn’t agree with. 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 will hurt people, or are wrong. Really, it doesn’t take a lot to take care about other people’s feelings and she’s always so quick to remind people of that. Sometimes the moral pedestal she has herself on can be really tiring for others.

-- LOVES: 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.
-- HATES: 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.

-- HISTORY !

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 what was in store for the family. When Ruby was five, 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. This broke the heart of just about every member of the Honeycutt family. To see such a young baby girl suffer through all sorts of treatment and live the first years of her life in and out of hospital. It came to the point where the most viable option was a bone marrow transplant.

The then eight 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 five, 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 had always been a rather shy and awkward boy. She understood though. Milly needed the attention. And had Ruby learnt from a young age not to ask for much anyway.

-- SAMPLE !

FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG MAN. That was a rather hefty statement to make, even in someone’s own private thoughts. It was also a very debatable comment, and could be seen from a few different angles. Depending on which version of the man Alyson’s heart truly belonged to you saw. Was it the man who had put a ring on her finger, who was stable, decent and cherished everything about her. Or was it the man who toyed with her, insulted her and yet, moved her in ways she could not even comprehend. Was he the one she should love and the first the wrong man? Or had she gone and fallen in love with someone who, as far as those around her were concerned, only caused her pain? Further more, and probably more importantly, when will the convoluted thoughts in her head clear up and the truth show itself?

“London can have you...” came her bitter undertone. More of a comment to herself then anyone. A question she had not even let herself dare consider yet answered in one foul, dis-heartening swoop. He had no plans of staying here, or in her life. This was just his half-way house between one adventure to the next. How was it he could so easily walk in and out of her life? Taking and breaking her heart along the way. Just so casually as if it were nothing more than a game. Ha. A game. It was always a game for Maxwell Heaton. At times she wanted to grab him and shake him. Like a magic eight ball until it cut the crap and gave her a real answer.

Would she be able to deal with that though? Something real slipping from his lips, hovering out there? Never able to be taken back. Perhaps they both knew the game was safe, so they hid behind it. Crawled inside it like you would a large warm blanket, hiding from the rain. Or the storm. Even the game wasn’t safe anymore. It hadn’t been for quite a while. A moment clicked, and it had changed to deadly. No longer were it just empty words thrown around to make them feel smart and witty. Now the words were laden with venom. Ready to bite when the opportunity arose. You’d have thought she’d have learnt not to let her guard down. Apparently though, five years on and she needed a refresher.

Her stomach fell. Had no reason to be here. There was nothing left for him here. Her stomach fell clear from her torso into her pelvis and her heart twinged, threatening to split in two. But why? Was it pain at hearing he did not consider her a big enough draw card, or guilt at knowing she had inadvertently taken a reason he may have had off the table. A ring was certainly a seal of death on the flames of lovers past. Or at least, it should have been. Things did not often work out as they were supposed to. People could not turn off their emotions, as hard as they may try.

Taking in a deep breath, she kept her eyes away from his own gaze. Fixed on a point above his shoulder. She wasn’t able to do it; look into his searching eyes, knowing what her own would reflect. Guilt, Hurt, Hope... That would break the rules of their game. It was why she could never let herself hold his gaze for too long. He may have been able to train his eyes to show any emotion he wished them to show. However she could not change hers from expressing whatever true emotion she was working so hard at repressing. She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing it in her eyes. “Yes..” She spoke in what she hoped were mock sweet tones. “What ties could you possibly have here?”

She shifted in her seat when the topic was turned to her. That was dangerous waters. Her entire life seemed to be consumed by Finn and the wedding plans at the moment. What could she possibly talk about that didn’t lead into wedding plans? Smirking slightly, she flicked out her hair. Joking, she could do that. “What, isn’t my two-by-four cubicle glamorous enough for you Mr. Heaton?” She finally met his gaze, flattering her lashes and attempting to sound as blonde as she could. Before letting a more serious tone take over. Eyes still staying on his. “You know that was never going to be me, a famous actress. I went to school to study art, and along the way fell in love with design. This,” she gestured to her sketches of rooms and fabric samples, “makes me happy..”

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Nikki
-- AGE: 23
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: i am fish
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: it’s in the water baby

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-- ACCEPTED !