Post by kingsley brenton on Jul 22, 2009 16:21:35 GMT -7
KINGSLEY AMANDA BRENTON
how could this happen to me, i made my mistakes!
how about we start with the obvious – what's your name?see my parents wanted to be unique and crazy, i got named kingsley amanda brenton over an argument of kingston and lindsey or so my mother said awhile ago. anyway i've been raised as kingsley amanda brenton for the last sixteen years of my life. dont mind it really i mean its way better then kingston and lindsey i must admit you know it could have been hell of a lot worse. i dont know the meaning at the moment so your just stuck with me saying kingsley is a bad ass wild child making her crazy life just about ruined.
how old are you? and is there a story surrounding your birth? anything interesting?im sixteen years old at the moment, my birthday is on july fourteenth so basically i just hit my sweet as hell sixteenth year. its not bad i mean im a junior in the local school which by the way makes me happy as hell that its out of session for the next two months because summer baby i gotta love it. anyway born in nineteen ninty two.
how would you describe your personality?" Kingsley is a blunt girl, for being sixteen she's gone through more then she could imagine happening in anyone’s life at this point. She's blunt because it’s her way of hiding it when something is truly bothering her she manages to keep it under wraps until something blows up in her face then she'll end up caving in and talking to somebody she honestly trusts. She hates being this way but it just it stops her from being walked all over by everyone that thinks she’s a doormat of some sort. Kingsley is bipolar so basically dont piss her off she'll go all tae kwon on your ass.
She loves to talk its one of her quirks, she'll talk on and on more then likely until she’s told to shut up or the person stops listening to whatever she’s been talking about for however long it was. Kingsley is not one to talk about random made up stuff; she’s more into the true cold facts of life because her life has become so real in the last couple years. Kingsley loves to draw, it’s in her blood or so she thinks. She feels that drawing or singing is what she was practically born to do since she can do both of those rather well. She almost got on a competition show for a recording contract before her father died. Kingsley was going to audition and sing something and ended up collapsing the day before she was supposed to go."
how would you define "the good life"?whatever the hell that is i dont really know. the good life would not be mine quite honestly.
if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?needless to say i like being who i am but i honestly would love to change how i am. i mean i dont need the entire world i have bipolar disorder and have major manic episodes. i just want to change how people view me really.
what do you tend to like?parties, sex, boys, violence, arguing, drawing, singing, playing guitar, coloring, chocolate, sugar, loud music, bars, causing trouble, spazzing out, television, chatting, creating things, causing friction, being uncontrolling, summer, suspensions
okay, and what do you tend to dislike?getting caught, parents, cops, school, grades, medications, being bipolar, name callers, hospitals, causing near death accidents, being violent most times, spazzing out off her meds, slow/low music, no sugar, overly smelly places, gross smells, breaking stuff, no pictures taken, news, information desks
what are you scared of? everyone has some fears.dying, getting caught in crossfire, getting hurt, shootings, fire, being kidnapped, boot camp
do you have any secrets?bipolar, not a virgin, miscarried in ninth grade, almost sent to juvie two months ago, caused a girl's current comatose state back in manhattan, new york
how's your love life?I'm into those one night stands, i dont do relationships way to much, i do prefer being exclusive but whos to say a guy is gonna wanna settle down with a badass that tends to make out with just about every guy she drinks with. anyway i have had one major relationship which was about two years ago back in the ninth grade, it was amazing and then i turned around and told the guy i might have bipolar and he dumped me stating he didnt "want to deal with some crazy bitch" i flipped and have been sleeping around alot.
if you were given a yacht, what would you name it?i would most likely name it bipolar bitch.
what is your quirkiest habit, and how long have you had it?manic episodes, about three months now i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and some girl called me bipolar bitch on pills i freaked out and put her in a coma since a month and a half ago now.
do you have any goals?go to college, graduate highschool, settle down violence wise, meet somebody right for her, find a cure for bipolar disorder, have a family someday
would you rather always lose or never play?always lose i would rather try once then never at all.
great. and now, could you give me an overview of your life? what's happened so far?Being born in Wyckoff, New Jersey isnt something I go around telling people about, my parents already had my older sister Roralee to take care of when my mother Amanda found out she was pregnant yet again from one of their many drunken night fights they have sex to make up from. I was born on July fourteenth to james and amanda, I was apparently a pretty good baby from what I was told about my childhood. Rora lynn and I got along pretty good until our baby brother jeremiah came into the family. We didnt exactly attach to her, but after a couple months of him being around I got use to the two siblings and began hanging out with Gingy and finding time to play with jeremiah.
When I turned fourteen though was when I started being a kickass horrible teenager, I took control of my own life and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I liked them, they seemed to like me and we got along great. My parents however didnt like my new crowd so they found ways of trying to ban me from hanging out with them. I took it to another level and had sex one night in their bed with my best friend gregory stevens we had gotten high about an hour before so I kind of thought it was my room until my parents busted in screaming at us to get up and get dressed, we had been wrapped up naked in their blanket. haha oops it was pretty funny seeing the look on their face. After that though I turned fifteen and they tried again banning me from the friends, grounding me to the house but I found ways around shit like that.
Just a month ago though was the last straw to my bad ass ways, I had just gotten tested and diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, I was taking the medication right and well one day I forgot and went to school merry happy as can be. Until I heard some girl running her mouth about how "kingsley brenton was some fucked up chick on bipolar medications". I lost control and went crazy on her ass, knocking her out after a ten minute fist fight the judge gave me a choice, move away and dont ever talk about the incident or do a year in the juvenile deliquent center. My parents chose the latter and we moved to Boston. I have yet to keep my word about shutting up about the incident since well its practically how come I am here afterall. Y'all are gonna know sooner or later I'm just a bad ass sixteen year old ruining her life and having fun on the way.
anything else?highschool.
hey! my name is corinna, and i've been roleplaying for 2 years. my character's play-by is miley cyrus.
------ kingsley was in the biggest trouble you could ever imagine a girl of her age being in. she had not once kept her mouth shut about why she had moved so therefore the entire school probably knew she had more then enough chances of going to juvie for about a year or two. she didnt care life was sucking for her and juvie made it sound interesting. sighing she was sitting at her computer checking a few random sites when she glanced through her bookmarks for what seemed like the upteenth time. okay it just was not there and she was not impressed, somebody had been on her laptop and had somehow managed to mess something up enough to remove practically everything she bookmarked in order to remember it. huffing loudly she slammed her hand against her desk and slammed her laptop shut with a oddistic growl in her stomach. she was hungry no less but pissed off at the same time. who had the guts to even touch her laptop knowing how she was if anyone did without her knowledge. she flipped out when somebody did that and her entire family knew that for the fact its happened before.
------ making her way out of her room she had the smallest idea that it had been her little brother jeremiah the twerp had his fun at trying to make her spaz. it worked three quarters of the time he tried stuff and this time it worked again. making her way downstairs she hollowered for him, JEREMIAH AIDAN WHERE ARE YOU she was mad and her family would know it. confronting him in the living room she had her arms crossed he continously denied it which rose her anger level a clear strip through the roof since it was possible she had unfortunately phase three of bipolar disorder which was worst manic episodes then phase one. with a big scowl on her face she launched towards him hands wide spread which scared him he couldnt move. all anyone heard in the house was the screech that barely got out of jeremiahs throat before kingsley latched her hands around his neck sitting on him. DONT TOUCH MY STUFF AND LIE ABOUT IT I KNOW YOU DID THAT LAPTOP IS MINE. she was not happy kingsley hardly took a major manic episode and she was now. continously adding more strength into her hands.
------ he screeched again before kingsley tightened again, the only thing on her mind was her hands around a neck. kingsley remembered this from months ago when she nearly killed a girl in new york. hearing screaming and yelling she added strength before she found herself being seemingly wretched off her brother into the air which caused an even bigger action kicking whomever was holding her to the point she seen blood on her hands and whosever face she'd hit. she didnt see through her anger of the person being her father. kingsley was pissed and surprisingly her parents even at sixteen could still carry the girl anywhere. she only weighed a good one hundred and twenty pounds if that. screaming and kicking she continously hit whomever was holding her. hearing far away sirens she was on a tyrant going worse and worse she heard a crack and more blood. her mother in the background was making sure jeremiah was alright luckily he was. through her eyes kingsley had done a good thing, maybe now people would realize she hated her stuff being touched no less things being removed from it. feeling herself being picked up again she screamed again.
PUT ME DOWN BASTARD IM GOING TO GET HIM, was all people heard after hearing more sirens she felt straps going around her body and sirens being right above her. not calming down this wasnt ending out well. her family constantly worried this day would be one day the judge would order her be sent somewhere for a pysch evaluation. kingsley had something else going on, her mother knew it and her father had a gut wrenching feeling there was something else going on. feeling herself being wheeled she started crying and screaming and trying to kick beneath whatever was holding her down. kingsley didnt like this at all she was held against her will and it seared anger through her. next thing she felt was a needle and something going around her wrist. she didnt understand until an hour later. kingsley wasnt one to remember what she did or why she did or who she did it to. people constantly had to remind her whenever she took a manic episode to detail it all out so she could remember and apologize and know her actions were wrong. everyday her parents lived guiltfully knowing there was something else wrong there.
------ two hours all kingsley knew was she was at the hospital, her brother was two floors down being checked to make sure no damage had been done to his throat inside nor outside. looking around the current room she was in she recognized it way to well. her father detailing the entire thing out to her she started crying, she had hurt her brother jeremiah was like her baby. spotting her brother coming through the door to the isolation room she cried more, blubbered a huge sorry he hugged her apologizing for what he did knowing full well she'd gone off on something he'd done. seeing her parents talking to a doctor she knew it was about her, it always was when it was a manic episode. she remembered her hospital visits in manhattan all to well to be stupid to think it was not about. finally she was changing into her regular clothes, getting whatever the iv was taken out of her hand and given an appointment card. she had been waiting long enough she was getting her new prescriptions that day her father would get them. she was going a whole day without meds to switch.
------ it wasnt just her parents, kingsley hated going through the manic episodes. it scared her the most when nothing stopped her not even being pulled from the person. it was by fluke that girl was only in a coma and not dead. then again all kingsley knew was if she died in the coma or weeks after she was done and gone to juvie for two years no questions or changes. looping arms with her brother all was forgiven she was fine, new medications were coming and maybe she was going to get extensive testing. she knew something was wrong with her not just bipolar disorder there was something conflicting with the medications which caused the spaz outs even when she had taken the medications that day. saying a polite bye to the nurses she apologized extensively to her father on the way to the elevator remembering he'd been the one she practically made have a nosebleed through the whole ordeal. kingsley wasnt a fighter except in her manics that was the only time she really got extra violent which was scary for the whole family but they all tried and understood it at least most of the time.
------ making her way out of her room she had the smallest idea that it had been her little brother jeremiah the twerp had his fun at trying to make her spaz. it worked three quarters of the time he tried stuff and this time it worked again. making her way downstairs she hollowered for him, JEREMIAH AIDAN WHERE ARE YOU she was mad and her family would know it. confronting him in the living room she had her arms crossed he continously denied it which rose her anger level a clear strip through the roof since it was possible she had unfortunately phase three of bipolar disorder which was worst manic episodes then phase one. with a big scowl on her face she launched towards him hands wide spread which scared him he couldnt move. all anyone heard in the house was the screech that barely got out of jeremiahs throat before kingsley latched her hands around his neck sitting on him. DONT TOUCH MY STUFF AND LIE ABOUT IT I KNOW YOU DID THAT LAPTOP IS MINE. she was not happy kingsley hardly took a major manic episode and she was now. continously adding more strength into her hands.
------ he screeched again before kingsley tightened again, the only thing on her mind was her hands around a neck. kingsley remembered this from months ago when she nearly killed a girl in new york. hearing screaming and yelling she added strength before she found herself being seemingly wretched off her brother into the air which caused an even bigger action kicking whomever was holding her to the point she seen blood on her hands and whosever face she'd hit. she didnt see through her anger of the person being her father. kingsley was pissed and surprisingly her parents even at sixteen could still carry the girl anywhere. she only weighed a good one hundred and twenty pounds if that. screaming and kicking she continously hit whomever was holding her. hearing far away sirens she was on a tyrant going worse and worse she heard a crack and more blood. her mother in the background was making sure jeremiah was alright luckily he was. through her eyes kingsley had done a good thing, maybe now people would realize she hated her stuff being touched no less things being removed from it. feeling herself being picked up again she screamed again.
PUT ME DOWN BASTARD IM GOING TO GET HIM, was all people heard after hearing more sirens she felt straps going around her body and sirens being right above her. not calming down this wasnt ending out well. her family constantly worried this day would be one day the judge would order her be sent somewhere for a pysch evaluation. kingsley had something else going on, her mother knew it and her father had a gut wrenching feeling there was something else going on. feeling herself being wheeled she started crying and screaming and trying to kick beneath whatever was holding her down. kingsley didnt like this at all she was held against her will and it seared anger through her. next thing she felt was a needle and something going around her wrist. she didnt understand until an hour later. kingsley wasnt one to remember what she did or why she did or who she did it to. people constantly had to remind her whenever she took a manic episode to detail it all out so she could remember and apologize and know her actions were wrong. everyday her parents lived guiltfully knowing there was something else wrong there.
------ two hours all kingsley knew was she was at the hospital, her brother was two floors down being checked to make sure no damage had been done to his throat inside nor outside. looking around the current room she was in she recognized it way to well. her father detailing the entire thing out to her she started crying, she had hurt her brother jeremiah was like her baby. spotting her brother coming through the door to the isolation room she cried more, blubbered a huge sorry he hugged her apologizing for what he did knowing full well she'd gone off on something he'd done. seeing her parents talking to a doctor she knew it was about her, it always was when it was a manic episode. she remembered her hospital visits in manhattan all to well to be stupid to think it was not about. finally she was changing into her regular clothes, getting whatever the iv was taken out of her hand and given an appointment card. she had been waiting long enough she was getting her new prescriptions that day her father would get them. she was going a whole day without meds to switch.
------ it wasnt just her parents, kingsley hated going through the manic episodes. it scared her the most when nothing stopped her not even being pulled from the person. it was by fluke that girl was only in a coma and not dead. then again all kingsley knew was if she died in the coma or weeks after she was done and gone to juvie for two years no questions or changes. looping arms with her brother all was forgiven she was fine, new medications were coming and maybe she was going to get extensive testing. she knew something was wrong with her not just bipolar disorder there was something conflicting with the medications which caused the spaz outs even when she had taken the medications that day. saying a polite bye to the nurses she apologized extensively to her father on the way to the elevator remembering he'd been the one she practically made have a nosebleed through the whole ordeal. kingsley wasnt a fighter except in her manics that was the only time she really got extra violent which was scary for the whole family but they all tried and understood it at least most of the time.
