-Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I think I sort of weirdly made BB obsessed with science fiction. Oh well.
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♥Bluebird (BB) O'Connor
15
Bluebird is like a bird tied down. She has always been pushed away by people, always ignored. Her parents were busy with their careers (and her father with his affair), and BB never got to express herself. Well, she's doing it now. Bluebird sings the most beautifully you could ever imagine, acapella. She's a lovely Brit with long blonde hair who spills her soul out with her music. BB is missing three toes on her right foot, from an accident she refuses to talk about...She detests Penn and everything she stands for. Bluebird is an independent and girly young woman who wants to finally live her life and say all the things she never got to say.
Looks: Vlada Roslyakova
OPEN
Part 1 (History):
1. Who were you? Include a favorite childhood memory.
I was Bluebird, and I was afraid. A broken little girl in a cage. From the day I was born I was unwanted by all. My parents, being the prime believers in how worthless I was. Shuffled to the side, my parents paved way for succesful careers and in Dad's case, side romance. A girl in his office I suppose - it doesn't matter. The love was gone from my house, was it ever there? Mom didn't blame him, she'd have an affair herself if she could manage the time. You know how it is though, work. Their marriage was more a legal contract and a benefit in the workworld then a bondage of love. I think marriage should have some love - even if it is damaged or broken. It is better then none, I would know. I am the offspring, the product of a loveless marriage and a loveless life. All my life I'd been ignored, left to fend for myself. Never loved, never cared for. I was a pesky blot on my parents lives, and the oppurtunity to send me away was not coming fast enough. I truely, was no one. To myself, and to everyone around me.My childhood was a bleak one I'd rather forget, purge from my mind. Erase it, so the horried memories that keep me down would cease. But I can't. I will never be able to save that little girl who just wanted love. A favorite memory? That's easy, I hardly have any that aren't cringe worthy. It was my first voice lesson. Mother heard me singing to myself in the garden, where I entertained daydreams of a happier life. She recognized talent, and the profit it could be. My parents are like the Ferengi. Star Trek refrence, sorry. A brief summary of the Ferengi is this : Rule of Aqqusiton #6 : Never allow family to stand in the way of oppurtunity. The ferengi live for profit, the only thing that matters. Same for my parents. So they quickly found a music teacher to train me, a small price they saw to be refunded with my success. I was nervous. All I could think of was if I failed, and the fact I surely would. Dressed in my red velvet dress, hair in a bow, I stood waiting on the steps of a grand house with Mummy and Daddy. An aged woman greated us, and I felt safe. She looked like the grandmother I want to have. A sweet smile, the smell of cookies, and the feeling of security. A sharp finger in my back pushed me forward(Mummy), and I stumbled inside. "My name is Mrs. Gibbons, and I am here to help your voice soar." Those words stay with me, forever. That day, I recieved more praise then I'd even had in my 9 years of pathetic existence. Even though I left this dismal life behind, I still write Mrs. Gibbons. My inspiration for coming here was her, and the motivation and courage was her's as well. I'd like to believe the Bluebird in this memory is dead. She is, right?
2. Who are you? (What brought you to Briars or why did Briar’s accept you. Include talents or interests you have.)
I'm BB, its what I go by, and are mainly called at the school. I applied here to escape, bluebird's do after all have to spread their wings. Trouble is, you get free and you learn you that you never really learned how to fly. I blend in with the wallpaper, except in music class. There I'm a crowning jewel, a queen. Admired and adored by all. Then we leave those four walls and I'm BB, wallpaper. I also consider myself a wallflower, but again I hate the cliche. Yet I am aren't I? A cliche? Indeed, I truely am. I am trying my best not to be yet it seemed I am doomed. I'm not friendless, but I am lonely. I socialize a little, but I'm still BB who sits in the field and reads by herself will everyone runs around. I don't attend parties, and am one of the singular students who don't use substances. Drugs have never been an option for me. Thing is, I have to keep away. Because if I get drugs, I'll never be able to fly. It'll be another birdcage, except this time I am the only one putting myself inside. The hole inside my existence needs filling - and drugs would do just that. Anyway, enough about that. I'm a good student, the only class that troubles me is math. I'll have a D or F untill report cards come and I'll have an -A, in the nick of time. My secret? Last minute retakes and a whole bunch of extra credit. And its not like I have anything else to do with my time. Besides singing, that is. I love to sing, and I get private lessons every Thursday at 5:00. Sharp. It is one of the times I am truely, and utterly happy. Music is everything, it is the only reason that I am here today. I was accepted on my voice, my beautiful voice. I know I'm being vain but I never really get the chance to be proud of myself. But my voice is my talent, that golden ticket. The only thing that makes me stand out, sometimes. I only shine in music class you know. Maybe I blend in too well, people do tend to forget me. Unless its in swimming where others are gasping and gossiping about my right foot.
3. Who will you be? (How do you think Briar’s will change you before the time of graduation?)
I will be BB, and I will be free. My voice and my spirit will go places. Look at me, trying to be deep. By graduation, I hope, I need, Briar's to let me of of this cage. My family put me there, and in a way I helped them in the act. I've never advocated for myself, never truely said "Hello world! BB wants this, for herself." My life has been more of "Oh ok, you can do that. Even if it hurts me." When I leave here, I want to sing. I want to sing in large halls, with my voice filling the ears of thousands of eager people. They all came, to see me. I do not want glamour, save that for some of the other girls here. I just want to do what I love, and be happy. It is a simple dream, yet I have managed to never be able to fufill it. Than my lovely, charming parents for that. Jobs, careers, I could never compete. Especially not with daddy dearest's mistress, the wh*re of everything I call her. It is a pun you see, on a song lyric "....queen of everything." Witty, I know I am not. But let me take solace in this, ok? Anyway, I've been in the shadows my whole life. I never mattered, and no one cared that I knew this little fact. I came here to fly, to be a bluebird with a voice of an angle and the heart of an eagle. I need this place more then any of the other girls, honestly. Broken homes, most of us came from them. Yet they have a voice, and they have wings. Beautiful wings, and they use them to soar above it all. At least they have the freedom to crash and burn on a cliff-face.
Part 2 (Favorites):
1. Describe your style and appearance. (Think beyond eye/hair color.)
My name is Bluebird, and I guess you could sum me up at that. No, not because I have blue eyes. That's an obvious one. I'm sort of thin, fragile. A teacher once told me I looked small enough to break in his hands. And like bluebirds, I'm seen as a sort of beauty to be admired at a distance. A very, very far distance. It is almost an otherwordly thing, like if you disturb or touch us we'll shatter and the beauty will fade. I have sort of a"china doll look", with my pale skin and large eyes. I do not understand why my eyeshape is so noticeable, other girls have far larger eyes then I do. My personal style? I dress in blue, always. It is my favorite color you see. No, not the lame reason that its in my name. Because, it is the color of icebergs and the ocean. Things of utter beauty. Ice blue is my favorite shade. I always wear my boots with a penguin overlooking a snow covered forest. I like them very much. I like to dress in a bohemian- style, but I also like lace dresses and bows and riding boots - sorry I'm rambling. So that is my style, in a sense. It doesn't really make any sense, I know. I don't think much of what I do does. Oh! I did not mention I am a blond. I know that is not much of an exciting description of my hair, so I'll try and go further. My hair is a light blond, not a golden color but not a wispy white color. It is long, down to my waist, and stick straight. A dorm color tried to straighten it once, but my hair won't budge. Blame it on my DNA if you will, yet I do not really care. Hair is only hair. Mother would want me to mention my foot. Ah, well. I only have 2 two toes on my right foot. That is all, for it is not up for discussion. Ever. With anyone.
2. Favorite class or extracurricular.
Music class. I love it. I truly feel, free there. I'm a song bird you see. There's something inside me that has to burst out in song, to share with the world. Share the worth? Yes. I sing, and I feel lost in the beauty of the notes and the words. "Poetry in motion" someone once said. Could they be any more true? I feel as if I am in another place, another world. Words fill my days with endless wonder (Les Mis refrence if you will). Music saved my damaged soul.God, without music I'd be home with mother and father. I think I'd be gone by now. The life inside me was a flickering flame when I arrived. One gust of wind and it would have been gone. This place is saving me, with music. I step foot in that room and I am golden. I come alive! I live! I breathe! I feel confident. I feel worth something. Others tell me I'm quite good, but that doesn't really matter. I could sound like a dying seal and still love singing. Our conductor is wonderful, and we always sing the prettiest music. Everyone gets a chance to shine, I like that. I tend to stay behind, in the back with most things. Always in the back. Not in music though. I shine, I am star! I am a flame burning brightly (Blue Velvet), untouchable. BB is not to be messed with in music, for she is in her element. I cannot help but watch the clock untill its time for music. Everyone else in the class shares my passion, whether it singing or the piano. I have friends in music, its our common bond. I seem to be able to talk to anyone because we all love notes and bars, treble cleffs and high-notes. I wish it lasted outside class honestly, but I'll take it even for a moment. Music set this bird free, as I've stated probably a dozen times. And music class only helps me get better and better. I learn from everyone, and they learn from me. On stage, we stand united. A force of nature, our hearts all beating to the sound of the music. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Music class, is my favorite class. It is my favorite for there is a song in my heart, and its the only place that I sing it.
Part 3 (Characterization):
1. A quote that describes you
“One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious.”
2. 5 Song Playlist [You may also include these in the set.]
1/. Once there was a Hushpuppy - Beasts of the Southern Wild soundtrack. (her anthem really)
2/. Skinny Love - Bon Iver.
3/. Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons
4/. Ho Hey - Lumineers
5/. Loin de Paname - Paris 36 soundtrack
6/. The Party - Regina Spektor
7/. White Nights - Oh Land.
8/. Bright Lights and Cityscapes - Sara Bareilles
3. A photo that expresses who you are [not a picture of yourself].
Iceberg photo on the far left of the set. It expresses me for its 3 things 1). melting, or slowly dying 2).unable to stand up for itself 3). a blue beauty (not in the vain sense) , a piece of nature to be admired, never to be understand. No one gets to close to icebergs you see. They're isolated.
3. Favorite spot at Briar’s.
The waterfall. Its beautiful. Its blue. Peaceful. It flows. Its free. Sorry, I'm not very poetic, but I do try. The waterfall is such a peaceful place, it gives me some small comfort for some strange reason. And it is truly beautiful, like all things blue. Besides me, anyway.
4. Favorite place in the world.
coming.
5. Who is your hero?
Ford Prefect of course. Fictional charecters are the best kind of heros you see. They do everything you wish you could do and inspire you, and there is no possiablity of them ever letting you down. Ford Prefect is my hero because he seems to feel the same way about everything I do. Humans are strange, repetative and silly things. We share that. Ford and I are also both some what lost, unable to go a place where we can truely be ourselves. Trapped. We are both trapped. Ford is trapped on a foreign planet, and I, a golden birdcage. Oh and he always knows what to say. He after all, has some of the best lines you know. Thing is, Ford isn't poetic. He's just honest, and says what we all know and feel, in the best way he can.
6. List any other likes.
Things I like? Ok. I like alot of things. I like or rather love Hithikers Guide to the Galazy, its my favorite book. More like a personal bible. I also like the other books in the series as well. I l like reading, black tea, Blondie and She&Him. I like The Lumineers, Mumford&Sons, Nylon magazine (sometimes). I like Audrey and Katherine Hepburn, The Great Gatsby (although I hate its author with a passion), the Velvet Underground. I like DS9, Buffy, Friends, and the X-files. Lots of 90's things basically. And I looove Star Strek. Times 10. Espeically the reboot. I love singing, choir, music, and classic pieces. Music is life, after all. I like Maggie Smith, Harry Potter and buying merchandise.I like Phantom of the Opera, or anything with Sarah Brightman really. I like the Beatles (like everyone), french films, Paris 36, La Viene Rose, Beasts of the Southern Wild. Jennifer Lawrence even thouh its extremly cliche. I like Florence+The Machiene, violns, Imagine Dragons, ticket stubs, playbills. I like the Opera - my favorites are of course Madama Butterfly and Die Fledermaus. I like curly fries and onion rings, tamales and birthday cake iceream. I like knitted sweaters, I also like knitting. I like Zooey D. and Emily D. I like old records and Avatar the Last Airbender. I like my stuffed Loch Ness Monster (her names Lucy everyone and she is real). I like watching bad horror movies and laughing. I like Midsomers Murders and Agatha Christie's Miss Marple and Poirot. I like anything by Agatha Christie or Douglas Adams. I like Douglas Adams for creating Hitchikers and being amazing. I love my music teacher, Mrs. Gibbons. The first person to tell me I was worth anything, and my voice was that of an angel's. I like Tamora Pierce and the Graceling books, Supernatural and Being Human (UK, and the original cast. The US version is horried and so are the new people). I like Doctor Who but its mainstream-ness is killing me, Wizard of Oz, Dakota Fanning and RAG&BONE.
6. List some of your dislikes.
Hold on to your hats, and get comfortable. I dislike a lot of things actually. I dislike my family, my father and his wh*re, spiders, fruit in my oatmeal, rice pudding, strawberry tarts, baking, mathematics, public speaking, drugs, people who snore, mirrors, flowers in vases, broken glass, vain people, make up, tight dresses, push-up bras, used condoms on the floor, used tampons on the floor*(major dislike). I also dislike mean teachers, bad grades, global warming, zoos, injured people, blood, not have all my toes, people who laugh, always being in the shadows, bullies, bees, Barbie dolls, cursing to look cool, mindless sex, sometimes myself (like most teenage girls), overdue library books. I dislike Twilight and all of it supporters. I dislike Madonna, Justin Bieber, soggy socks, holes in shoes, and a good chunk of my classmtes. Specifically, Penn. Do not get me started on her. Oh and her followers as well, who seemed to have lost their backbones. And they truely must have for I, BB, a spineless girl to be critizing. I dislike school dances, cellphones that go off in class, ipod chargers that don't work, when my laptop overheats, pranks, starving animals, folding down corners of a page in a book, airbrushed magazined covers (aren't they all), auto-tuned crap, sharing a bathroom, magazines like People and Star!. I dislike hotdogs and hot dog buns, white bread, mustard, jalapeno chips(ew!), thongs, your favorite books being turned into terriable movies, h!psters who are oh so cool, annoying tweens, One Direction, and anyone who likes one direction. I dislike gifts that are not wrapped properly, holidays, hamburgers, stale bread and soda. I'm almost done,I promise. I dislike out of tune notes, people who can't sing but think that they're Adele or Sarah B., know-it alls, boys who tease, boys who think they are all that because they're some what decent. I dislike cheaters, liers, fakes, materialistic people(my parents). Finally, I dislike not being able to say what's on my mind. It is one of the major problems of my life I do believe.
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