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Post by ' 'whitney elizabeth machado on Jul 5, 2008 21:46:47 GMT -5
whitney woke up to her little brown headed darling jumping on her bed gigling away. whitney sat up and laughed at her daughter, she loved jessi more then anything in the wrold. whitney laughed and grabbed ehr daughter, she tickled the little girl's sides adn tummy. whitney couldn't think of anything that sounded sweeter then the sound of ehr daughter's laughter. it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.
jessi squealed and asked her mother to stop, and whitney set the little girl down. "mommy, i want to go to the park" whitney let down her long hair from its resting place atop her head and shook her hair out as the little girl spoke. she played a large smile on her face, and used a silly tone with her response. "the park baby? now why would you want to dosomething silly like that?" whitney picked the little girl up again and kissed her nose and softly smiled, brushing a piece of her daughters dark hair from her gentle face. "of course we can go to the park baby girl."
whitney kissed the little girl's forhead and then set her down as she climbed out of her bed. she walked over to her closet and began to rummage through it while jessi danced about the room. whitney actually felt like getting dresssed today for a change instead of putting on her typical sweat suit or such attire. the gentle hands of the mother flicked though her closet until she found a pair of light ripped denim jeans, some abercrombie jeans from high school. yes, she still fit into her high school jeans. and no she didn't have an eating disorder.
whitney through the jeans onto the bed and then pulled out a long sleeved knit top. it was low cut to an extent, but nothing trashy like. it was a vibrant red, adn when whitney wore red she felt good about herself. the final piece whitney pulled out was a white lace trimmed under shirt and then a pair of brown UGG boots. they had been a spulrge for her at christmas, but she thought it would be cute for her and jessi to have a matching pair. after slipping into the jeans, and throwing on the shirts, and shoving her feet into the tall brown boots whitney walked into her bathroom and brushed out her long dark hair.
whitney softly smiled to herself in the mirror, she felt really pretty today, and that maybe it would also be a good day. after throwing on some face powder, and brown eye make up she walked out of the bathroom and ran up behind her little girl. she propped her up on her hip and skipped out of the room singing a cute nursery rhyme to jessi as they made their way into jessi's room. once in the room whitney set the little girl down adn walked over to the closet, she looked through it adn turned around with her hands on her hips and playfully spoke to her daughter.
"so what would you like to wear today baby girl?" the little girl walked over to the closet and her father's eyes danced through the clothes. yes the little girl had her father's eyes, the eyes her mother had fallen deeply in love with only a few short years ago. the eyes moved to her mom and then to her closet and she spoke up in a high pitch tone. "i wanna match you mommy!" whitney laughed and said okay, running her fingers through the little girls dark hair. whitney searched for a pair of light jeans, and a long sleeve red shirt. the ones she ahd bought for jessi to wear for pictures not too long ago. when she foudn tehm she pulled them out adn picked her daughter back up and wal;ked her over to her bet.
whitney set jessi on the bed, and changed her out of her pajamas and into the cute little matching outfit. jessi sat and kicked her legs while her mother got up to get her socks, her shoes, and a brush. whitney smiled softly as she brushed ehr daughter's hair. she was never down while with jessi may, and she loved every second she spent with the bubbly little girl.
once done in the rooms whitney walked hand in hand inot the kicthen for breakfast. after some oatmeal adn juice whitney took the little girl into the bathroom so they could brush their teeth. the final thing she did before they left the house was grab them each a light sweater, and her purse. she carried a tote so she could hold more stuff. she threw in some wet wipes, chapstick, a small brush, tissues,.. and so many other things every mommy needed to go out for the day. the look a like pair then went out into the garage, and whitney lifted jessi up to open the garage door.
jessi sang while whitney buclked the little girl into teh car. people who saw whitney's car wouldof swore she ahd had money. she ahd a really nice white BMW SUV,.. but it had been a gift from her parents before they passed on. she loved her car, it was perfect for her and her daughter. whitney then climbed into the front seat, and pushed in a HAnnah Montana CD as she started the car. jessi loved Hannah Montana, and whitney herself knew all the words to every song. they sung happily all the way to the park.
finding a place to park wasn't very easy, it was like everyone ahd the same idea that day. once she did she hurridly parked the small SUV and went to getting jessi out. whitney doubled checked she had everything, adn locked the doors and then held jessi's hand and crossed the street over to the park. smiles were bright on both faces of the machado girls as they made their way over to the playground.
jessi continued to sing her hannah montanna as she played on the equipment. an whitney was clse behind her daughter. parks were one of her biggest fears. teh fact that she could easily lose her daughter if she broke her gaze for one split second. "be caredul jess, okay honey" whitney was a major worry wart. but she was just being a mom. she cared so much about her little girl. and if anything ever happend to her pride and joy, she had no idea what she would do with herself.
906B90 - whtiney C7B5C7 - jessi
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Post by tracee maria parker on Jul 6, 2008 0:44:49 GMT -5
[/color] SHE WAS LOOKING TO THE SKY [/size][/center]
Tracee Maria Parker. Ha. Not many even knew who she was. She was the girl in the far back of the class, actually listening to the teacher. She was the completely crazy geek, the one with her nose always in a book. She had been like this for what seems like forever. All straight A's, constantly working. The girl in the top of her class, the one that people both ignored and hated. She couldn't help but be the best of the best. But then again, most people in the NYC really didn't care about getting the top of grades. If they could get decent, they would be fine. That's all they really needed. Money could buy the rest. Sure, Tracee was first class. She was not broke, nor was she needing money. Her parents had a wealthy place back in California, and she was just given money according to her life. She was fine like that. But her thoughts about school was so much different then everyone else. Most saw school as an opportunity to gossip, talk to their friends, and gain a reputation. School was just for fun. But to Tracee, it had to be the most important thing her life. During the school year, it was hard to get her out of the house. She was so concentrated on test, studying, and assignments that she normally lost herself. While everyone else was outside partying, she was back at home; a book in her lap read for the test next week. Constant. This whole thing was always constant. Did she ever stop? Every once and a while she did. But when she did, it wasn't like she had many things to do. She really didn't have that many friends. Not because she wasn't a friendly person, but she just wasn't very outgoing. She was apprehensive when meeting knew people, extremely shy. Another thing she couldn't help. So when time permits, she goes about some lonely company. Reading, Painting, Writing. She was quite a dreamer really. An artist, a musician. She needed to blossom her ideas somehow. She loved writing stories about far away places. Jotting down ideas until a decent story was created. Notes on a song, and her old guitar that she created her songs. They were really nothing special, with light airy tones and important emotional stories about them. She was a pretty decent singer. By no means did she have a voice of an angel; but she got by. She was a painter, both abstract and realistic. But she found realistic so much more interesting.
She loved to just sit around and draw things. Her most cherished activity was out in public. Get a coffee and take a seat around a lot of people. This was by, no means, to react with them. Oh no. She would have her scratch paper and pencil, and find a perfect opportunity. She liked someone stationary people, and she would just draw their face. Their features, eyes, hair. Their expressions were the best. Troubled, happy, sad, bored. So much fun. She could endlessly flash her pencil up and down the page without a care. She had so many pictures of random people it was interesting to just flip through the pages of her sketch book. Hundreds of drawings made up her book. Everyone slightly or very different from each other. The uniqueness of each of their faces was just amazing, and her attention to detail was just as stunning. No matter how they looked at the time, the drawing on the book was life-like. Sometimes she did more then faces. She was always interested in actions as well. Behold, as you flip through many faces, you see a scene right out of her eyes. A man embracing a woman with such love, and yet he has a ring while she lacks hers. Two young lovers making out, with a jealous looking girl staring at them with such jealousy in the background. A young girl with a beer, wearing un-flattering clothes on a street corner. But not all of her pictures are so...dramatic. Her most prized picture was a little girl, holding out her hand to a complete stranger. His face was so troubled, and the pure surprise on his expression was priceless. The girl is so innocent, and yet able to try to help a stranger. Her pictures are both emotional and beautiful. Just how she depicts the world is interesting. Some artists try to make the world seem like a horrible place. Other a good place. But she made the world seem like, well, the normal old world. Never is there any drawings of herself, no self-portraits. And for some reason she is just unable to draw it. But there is a picture of a young man that occurs very often, many expressions, and many poses. The handsome brit; Jude. So maybe that was her obsession. But that was just how she exposed her emotions for someone. For him.
She was drawing now actually. She looked a bit foolish were she was sitting. Cross legged, she had found a spot on the play ground equipment. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, a few brown hairs dangling down on her face. With a fancy lime green shirt draped over her top half, her pants were a colorfully designed jeans. She looked a bit over the top with her many-different rings and bracelets on her arms and fingers, brown shaded sandals supporting her feet. Plus, the question was, why was a twenty three year old sitting on playground equipment. She looked almost young, free-spirited. But that was who she was right? Sitting in her lap was her well developed sketch book, the red colored cover opened to reveal a fresh new light colored page. Sitting behind her ear was a traditional pencil, her hand lifted in almost a pondering kind of way. Fingers rubbing against each other, a concentrated look on her face made it clear she was in thought. Sitting by her side was her traditional star bucks coffee. A white chocolate mocha to be more clear. Her best, and favorite drink. She was almost oblivious to the activity around her. Kids were running around her and staring. Along with all the parents as well. Why was a full grown adult perched on playground equipment. That was for her to know and them to gossip about. Her soft brown eyes were flickering about the park, just watching. For what? The perfect 'victim' of her artist work of course. Eventually, she spotted sometimes quite interesting. A mother and her child. Alone. No guy seemed to be in the picture. Maybe it was just a girl's day out, maybe not. Whatever the situation, her hand moved to grip the pencil behind her ear and brought it toward the blank page. "be careful jess, okay honey" she heard the mother say. She smiled slightly as she pondered the situation. She noticed the mother follow the child as she played on the equipment. And she found the best expression. The mother's face was so concerned and caring, her eyes glued to her daughter with so much caution and care it made her heart flutter slightly.
She wondered if she would ever be a mother. If she would love her child as much as that. Either way, her pencil met the paper and she began to draw. Every once and a while she would look up to study something. It must be weird to have someone constantly staring at her. The lines were becoming thicker and stronger as her pencil pressed down on the paper with an artistic ability. Maybe the mother would notice her constant staring, or maybe she wouldn't.
She was looking a bit lonely on the playground anyway.
ooc; i love tracee, she is almost exactly like me voice; 35A0B5
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Post by ' 'whitney elizabeth machado on Jul 7, 2008 13:35:08 GMT -5
a bright smile played on whitney's face watching her daughter play and giggle. there was no sound she enjoyed more, no view she enjoyed more. this was what whitney lived for. her daughter,.. and seeing her happy. they ahd a good life, not the ebst. but it was good. they had each other, adn a nice home. they had enough money,.. whitney just really wished that jessi could have a father figure in her life. that was what whitney wanted most. not exactly that she wanted someone to hold her and love her,.. she just wanted to have jessi have a father figure growing up.
but that was a difficult task. how many men would want to take care of another man's child? none that was how many. whitney sighed softly as she thought about this. when she snapped back into reality she couldn't find jessi may anywhere. she beagn tp panic as he blue eyes danced around the playground, she placed her hadn across her chest seeing jessi may not too far from where she stood.
a small smile spread across the once worried mother's face as she watched jessi may give a young woman a flower. jessi may was a sweetheart, and loved to do gernous things. whitney slowly walked over to her daughter and the woman, a smile still resting on her face. that smile grew as she heard jessi may's sweet little bubbly voice. "this is for you" the tiny hadn held out the small purple flower to the young woman resting against the playground.
whitney's eyes danced upon ehr sketch pad, art,.. that was something whitney herself enjoyed. though she was more into photography, she couldn't draw to save her own life really. it made whitney smile, this girl seemed a lot like whitney. how whiteny took random photos of people doing everyday things, she seemed tosketch like she photographed. "i'm whitney,.. and that's jessi may" whitney figured since they seemed to share an interst, and to be more quiet she could risk being mocked. this young woman didn't seem the type though.
906B90 - whtiney C7B5C7 - jessi
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Post by tracee maria parker on Jul 7, 2008 22:42:07 GMT -5
[/color] SHE NEVER SLOWS DOWN, AND SHE HAD NO CLUE WHY [/size][/center]
A lot was actually on her mind. She had decided to escape to her normal spot on the playground equipment to try to forget it all. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at this point. She felt like everyone else was going at some other caliber, and she was lost in the back of their fumes. Everyone else seemingly was just a bit happier then her. Sure, she looked happy. She always did. Only big things could get her to look anything but happy. I mean, even Daddy was back. That had to be right too? No, not really. She loved her father to death. He was the only person she felt she could trust. But she just wished Father would love Mother as much as she loved him. Tracee was fully aware of the issues he was causing. With her mother back in California, her father was going rampant. Well, he was getting to be very successfully in the NYC. His business firm was booming, and his life was becoming one of the richest. Tracee was getting rich too. She was a bit spoiled by her father, but not as much as everyone else in the world. In fact, she could get everything she wanted. She just never asked. But, luckily, her father showed affection for his only daughter with more then just money. But he was just not content with his current wife. Her mother really had no clue, and Tracee didn't feel like telling her. Father had picked out many girlfriends. Most of them were to flirt; but never actually date. Well, for now that is. The last girlfriend he tried to go steady with had to be told. Father wasn't going to tell Miss. O'Hara about his life back in the OC. So Tracee did. They broke up immediately. They never enjoyed each other's company after that. She knew that the woman was hurt, even heart broken. She hated to think she caused that. But more pain could have been done if she didn't. Father never found out who told her, so Tracee was sure to keep quiet. She didn't think father so called girlfriend would tell him. Father, of course, was not daunted by this at all. In fact, he was perfectly fine. His life was carrying on like nothing had happened. And for all she knew he was flirting with some other girl right now. Ug. Family troubles.
But that wasn't the only thing on her mind. Jude was. She couldn't help but feel in the dark at this point. She had 'known' him sense her freshman year. But she wondered if he even knew her? The only way people knew her was because of her rich father. 'The Gentleman' they called him. He seemed to know everyone. And if you were somebody you knew Mr. James Parker. So, if you were rich you would hear of her. She was sure Jude knew about her, right? They had been in the same class a few times, and passed each other in the school's hall way. She might have even sat next to him in Biology class even. But did he really know her? Frankly, Tracee didn't have the guts to talk to him. Let along find out. Damn her shy self; it was almost unbearable sometimes! Always mocking her when she was trying to get along in the world. Maybe being shy is the only thing that kept her from going crazy. Tracee was a bit of a 'crazy' person at sometimes. Not exactly 'not right in the head' crazy (although she seems like it sometimes) but just wild crazy. But only around people that she knew. If you could dig past her wall of shyness, you would find such a happy and outgoing person that it was intoxicating. You just couldn't be sad around her. But Jude? He was way out of her league. And even though she wanted to take it slow, the world wasn't going to wait for her. She wanted to have time to admit her feelings, but she was way to late for that. He had Jensen now. And worse, Jensen was one of her good friend. Ug! Life was a bitch sometimes. But who knew that because she waited too long Jensen got 'her' guy. Jude was a real catch wasn't he? She was a lucky, lucky girl.
She lightly takes a sip of her mocha latte for the heck of it, the warm coffee cooling her nerves. She carefully sets it down to her side, the pencil intertwined in her fingers as she begins to draw again. Darker lines, erasing. Her work is very imperious. If she doesn't like something, the pink eraser scratched against he paper to get rid of the ruined master piece. What may seem like a beautiful piece of work to you, was a complete mess to her. She was very careful and liked everything she did to be perfect. Almost like her gentleman of a father. A big over compulsive family really. After going through most of the eraser she finally had the shape of the head done. Next was the eyes. That was almost the hardest part really. You had to find just the right amount of light to make it appear life like. Plus, to get that caring-mother emotion was turning out to be very hard indeed. In fact, she had to use pretty much all of the pencil before she could even get the shape right. But she filled them in with perfect ability. Her attention to detail carried on to her features. She was a young mother indeed. Often Tracee wanted to know more about her artist subjects, but she wasn't really going to deal with that at this point. . "this is for you" the sudden voice of someone so close made her jump. Her eyes jerked up from the drawing, dropping her pencil through the cracks of the play ground equipment. She bit her lip at this, hearing the pencil tumble into the sand bellow. Her eyes turned toward the voice, even more surprised to see a little girl. Outstretched in her hand was a little white flower. The shocked look on her face faded away to a smile, her lips curling up on both sides as far as they possible could. "Why thank you"
she said sweetly, taking the white dandelion in her hands with care. Holding the thing at the stem, she brought it closer to her. Lifting her hands she pressed the flower between her fingers, the stem pressing into her hair behind her ear. The flower gave her a quaint little appearance. "What do you think, pretty?"[/color] she asked, turning her head to flaunt her appearance to the little girl. Good with kids, Tracee? You didn't even know. It was only when she dropped her hands to her side did she realize that the little girl was the mother's child. "I'm whitney,.. and that's jessi may" the voice of someone else suddenly said. She controlled her urge to jump again as her eyes flickered back over to the voice. Truth be told, there was the mother. Standing there and grinning. Well, she was more then just 'the mother' anymore. She had a name didn't she? "Um...uh...hello"[/color] she said, a bit lost for words. Woe is her; she is better off talking to kids then to regular adults. Maybe that was because kids don't judge her, and most people did that by first glance. And she hated it. "...nice to meet you. I'm Tracee Parker"[/color] she said, controlling her words a bit better. At least she wasn't stumbling and tripping at every which word like she normally does. Ug. Think small talk! Small Talk Tracee! Come on! "You have a...very beautiful child Whitney"[/color] she said, smiling sweetly. Now, that wasn't that hard was it? Nodding her head slightly, she wormed her way off the playground equipment. She set her sketch pad down, leaning over to grab her pencil out of the sand. Nervously setting down the pencil next to her coffee and book of drawings she waited for the reaction. [/blockquote] ooc;tracee = love voice; 35A0B5[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by ' 'whitney elizabeth machado on Jul 10, 2008 16:12:54 GMT -5
just a day, just an ordinary. just trying to get by
whitney was good at reading people. she was a mother, it was somewhat a talent she had... well not exactly a talent. it just sort of came naturally really. she could tell this girl was a lot like her. afraid of socializing with people, whitney was this kind of person so she could read this persoanilty really rather well.
whitney ran her hand through the abck of the brown bob that sat on her daughters head. she loved how frame shapping the hair cut was on the little girl. it was so cute adn bubbly, just like jessi may. jessi was opposite to whitney. she was everything her father blake had been.
it made whitney jump in return when the girl with the drawing pad jumped from jessi may's startiling presence. it made jessi may giggle a bit. whitney softly sighed as her daughter was warm and welcoming to the peaceful stranger. jessi may had a golden heart. and would never hurt a fly. she was like her mother in that way. both had sweet and generous natures.
jessi may nodded with the questioning of the flower looking lovely in the girl's hair. whitney smiled, and she could tell that this young woman was really a lot like her. and this was with out even knowing her too, she just had mother's intution. and her body langauge read a lot like whitney's did when meeting new people.
"thanks,.. she looks a lot like her.. father..." the words slowed down as whitney spoke of jessi may's father. she lightly bit her lip, and it was obvious speaking of the man brought her sadness. she seemed uncomfortable speaking about him, it was clear as sky in her nonverbal communications.
"so, tracee,.. are you an artist?" whitney ahd made note of the sketch book and pencil. she ehrself enjoyed art, but she expressed ehrself from the camera's view. she was wanting to be a photographer. and it was something she was always doing.
whitney looked at her daughter as she felt a tug against her shirt, the blue eyes looked down to meet her daughter's own sea blue eyes. "i'm gonna,.. gonna go play" whitney nodded as her daughter scurried off to play amongest the other children. she kept her eye on her for a moment, and then turned her attention back to tracee. she softly smiled and slightly shrugged, it was just a typical habit of hers.
906B90 - whtiney C7B5C7 - jessi
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 9:38:25 GMT -5
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