ruth elizabeth clarke

[ruth]

-- RUTH ELIZABETH
CLARKE !

-- NAME: Ruth Elizabeth Clarke
-- NICKNAMES: Ruthie, Roof, Woof
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Seventeen, August 25th
-- BIRTH PLACE: Capeside, MASS
-- ORIENTATION: A-sexual... ha I mean, straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Junior
-- PLAYED BY: K-Stew

-- PERSONALITY !

-- LOYAL: In her mind, her friends come first. She’d drop anything if her mother was in need, and she would do the same thing if it was one of her closer friends. So, they’re over the other side of the country on holiday and have an accident? No big deal! Ruth is on the first plane without even stopping to pack, and will put any plans she had on hold for the sake of others. It isn’t really a conscious thing, it just seems to be a reflex that if her friends need protecting, she has to try. Most of the time she can’t do anything, and she realises that, but that wouldn’t stop her. She is a lot braver when it comes to her friends, or people she feels the need to protect, than she is when it comes to herself.

-- FRIENDLY: Her friends bring out a wilder part of her. When on her own, she is quite happy just to sit by the water and read, losing herself in the words; becoming the characters. When she is with others, she will talk more, jump around, be louder than you would expect – even when she is unhappy, being around them just calls for a more out there attitude. Beware, if you approach her at any time, there is a good chance that you will be cuddled. She’s a very touchy feely person, and having grown up with a very touchy feely group of friends, she takes great pleasure in laying on people, laying next to people, hugging others, or draping herself over anyone that she knows. She will almost never kiss, however, and this touchy feely nature of hers can never be taken to mean she is flirtatious. She is never flirtatious.

—GUARDED: When it comes to guys, she is rather disinterested. She absolutely adores having them as friends, as she finds them generally a lot less complicated than girls, but she has never had romantic feelings for one, and dreads the day that she does. In all the books she’s read, and the movies she’s seen, relationships just make everything so much more complicated. Sure, they’re supposed to be wonderful, but you can have wonderful things with friends, so why bother? Besides, she isn’t quite sure that she could trust someone enough to be able to open up to them in a relationship, so that wouldn’t go down so well. As it is now, she is able to hide all of her negative emotions, while making it seem she has no negative emotions to hide. While this is a good thing, her inability to show her true emotions also means that she sometimes becomes awkward when she knows she is supposed to be upset about something, but is not upset enough to show that she is. Pretending to care really is difficult.


-- LOVES: Swimming, The water in general, Alone time, Being with her friends, Spending time with her mother, Animals, Having someone depend on her, Limes, Skittles, Simplicity, Rain, Movies, Traditions, Christmas, The Ferris Wheel, Old-style video games,
-- HATES: Being without her friends for too long, Terribly bright sun, Materialism, Judgmental people, The concept of love at first sight, Big sunglasses, Dresses, People incapable of having a conversation without flirting, Being cooped up indoors for too long, Sleeping in too late, The constant forcing of feminine things upon her

-- HISTORY !

Ruth Clarke was an accident. There is really nothing else to say on the topic. It isn’t to be mean; it’s just the honest truth. I mean, what sort of sixteen-year-old plans to have a child, let alone twins? None I’d wager. Both her parents were just sixteen when they found out they were going to have a child. Now, children raising children is never really a good position to be in. It turned the Clarke home upside down. Not to mention the family of the father (who clearly had never heard of a condom). Needles to say the rich Bostonians were not impressed. They should get married. That was the plan. You have a child, so you get married. The young pregnant Clarke, mostly to annoy her parents, decided that no. Single mothers have children all the time. She was going to raise her children her own way.

After many tears, much yelling (and twenty completely hellish hours of labour), Ruth’s mother packed up her things and her children, travelling from Boston to the quaint little town of Capeside. Which is where Ruth and her brother have lived most of their life. It’s due to the ‘fly by night’ way her mother left that Ruth barely speaks to her grandparents. Though she is always suggesting to her mother that perhaps it is time they see them. To which her mother usually changes the subject. The stubborn bag.

Ruth’s life in Capeside has been relatively cheery. She, her brother and her mother have been such a close group, it often feels a tad like it is “them against the world.” Which has been somewhat true. With her mother playing father, mother and best friend, there was never much room for other people in Ruth’s life. Except for a small group. When her mother moved to the town, she found herself making friends with a tight knit group of people, who all had kids of their own. These children soon became Ruth and her brother’s best friends, them all forming their own little family.

-- SAMPLE !

This whole situation was well and truly ridiculous. For days (well, months really, but he chose to ignore those) Tobias Elliot had not been able to complete a single piece of work outside his classroom. Where he used to come home every night and sit at his computers, planning lessons to the last tiny detail, it was now all that he could do to pay attention to his classes during the lessons themselves. Where had his discipline gone? Where was his dedication? He was quite aware of how cliched it sounded to suggest that his dedication was all directed towards a different matter, but all his energy was going into avoiding such a thought.

So, he'd gone to fix her computer and he'd ended up on top of her on her desk. Why was it so difficult to wrap his head around that? They were both adults. It wasn't like he'd never kissed her before. Why couldn't someone find him so ridiculously attractive that they had to have him right then and there? Spur of the moment! The adrenaline! It was normal just to get carried away sometimes... Wasn't it? Alright, no, it most certainly wasn't. To pretend that it was would be a complete and utter lie. But then again, when it came to Maddie how was he supposed to know which parts were lies and which were not? Maybe he wasn't supposed to know.

But not knowing was what was killing him! What the hell had been going through her mind? Had she wanted it as much as he had? She had instigated it, yes, but with her that meant nothing. Did she realised how much it would affect him? That he would spend these days just thinking about that and that alone? Maybe she did. Maybe she wanted to cause him pain. It wouldn't be completely unheard of. He'd messed up - gotten sentimental. If he had learned anything from their relationship, he should have learned not to do that. As soon as you got sentimental, as soon as you acted like you cared - she was gone. That was how it had been last time, and apparently that was how it was doomed to be for all time, so it seemed.

And then she had to go and tell him that she was going out. Clubbing. The way that girl flirted, she was liable to get raped, or kidnapped, or drugged - possibly all of the above. And how could he be there to stop it? Oh, look at him now. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? To have him worried. Even when they weren't together, she wanted him to worry about her. To fret. Stress. Be curious about her whereabouts, her wellbeing - she wanted him in a constant state of panic. Well, hell - she was good at keeping him there. Unless of course, she didn't know about the kind of effect that she still had on him. But that was impossible. She had to know.

Well, whether or not she knew, she had certainly begun to drive him to insanity. He'd needed a drink. He'd needed to try and clear his head - and the wine at home had not been good enough. So he'd gone for whisky. He sat out, at the bar, by himself, drinking his second glass of whisky - and it was quite a sorry sight. He'd tried to reassure himself, by saying that he'd try and meet a nice girl or something when he was feeling a little less inhabited, but he was only slightly sure that that could be even remotely true. Downing another glass, he could feel her slipping from his mind, the tension easing. All he had to do was drink a little more, and she would be gone. First, however, he would have to answer the phone that was vibrating quite violently in the pocket of his trousers.

Whipping the phone out carelessly, he glanced at the caller ID, ready to answer it quickly before a certain mistake caused him to double-take. It was highly impossible, but he wasn't wrong. Of course she had to ring him when he was forget. He would never be able to forget. Resting his head on his palm, he nudged the phone against his ear. "Maddie. I am finding pleasure in whisky. Go back to making sure your clothes stay on."

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Jess
-- AGE: 17
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: lazy, lazy and lazy (says nikki. personally, i'd go with like. geeky and. paranoid. ... and lazy, yes.)
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: magic.

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[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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