Post by DANNIELYNN CHARLIE HALLECK on Oct 21, 2009 14:09:44 GMT -6
i don't mean to run.
but everytime you come around,
i feel more alive, then ever.
and i guess it's too much,
maybe we're to young.
and i don't even know what's real,
but i know i've never...
wanted anything so bad,
i've never wanted anyone so bad.
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Dannielynn Charlie Halleck
"Dannie"
"before i begin, i just want to say that i don't promise anything; i might not be at much help, about explaining about myself, and you might be disappointed. truthfully, i'm not a very interesting person. anyway, lets give it a go: if i could explain myself in one word i'd say that i was pretty down-to-earth, you know, a pretty casual and relaxed girl. i like partying like every other teenager, but getting wasted, or high every day, doesn't seem as appealing to me as it might seem for other teenagers. i'd much rather just hang with a couple of friends, see a movie or just talk.. yes, i do like partying but wouldn't consider myself as a, so called, 'party animal. many people seem to disagree with me though, because when i finally party i get really into it - so, those who meet me at parties usually get the wrong impression of me. it's really a shame, because i really am a nice girl - besides, making friends at a party is pretty idiotic, if you ask me; everyone is different at parties, totally wasted.
people who know me, close friends and family - but even new friends, usually tend to pick up on my awkward and clumsy personality. there you have it, i said it and admitted to my horrid flaw - i'm terribly awkward, very ungraceful if i might say so myself, and perhaps one of the clumsiest people in the history of forever; i trip over flat surfaces, and literally stumble over my own words sometimes.. yes, i stutter sometimes, but only when i'm nervous. it's really rather embarrassing, but i can live with it. besides that, it's not all bad - many think it's cute, though i wouldn't really call it that, and it's always nice to be given compliments and stuff.. even though i'm horrible at receiving them myself, i always start to blush like a maniac, and i get all weird and stuff. it's just.. ack. handing out compliments, or voicing my feelings, isn't to easy for me either. however, voicing my opinion comes to me as easy as walking.
i'm stubborn, always have been, and pretty hard-headed. i'm a tough one to break through, and mostly people just give up - those who know me are wise enough to know that they don't even start arguing with me, because it will never end. i don't give up, and if i do then it is certainly not easily. i put a great deal into standing on my own, you kind of have to have that kind of quality in order to survive in showbiz. being able to keep your emotions and secrets masked up is also a good quality, which is one i also own.
'kay, so good qualities.. bad qualities; i get jealous, like, really easily. to easily. i've always been like that, ever since i was a kid; when i was little, it would be with toys and stuff.. so now, that i'm an adult, can you guess what i get jealous over now? every girls weakness - boys, obviously. i hate it, it's so embarrassing
all in all, i would say that i'm a pretty colorful girl, as my mom calls it. she's a funny person, many say that i'm like her though i would disagree - i always seem to find the parts in me that resemble my father. i look like my mother, very much, but personality wise i'm my father. i guess it's balanced pretty well on that part. anyway, talking about my mother; her name's marianne peterson, her and my father never got married and so she's kept her maiden name. we mostly just call her maria, that's my dad of course and i call her mom. she's forty-six and just a normal stay-at-home mom.. she's trying to find a job now, since staying at home is rather lonely when both my father and i are at work. my dad's name is daniel halleck, and he might be one of the most awesome guys on the planet. he's forty-seven, a year my mothers senior, and doesn't work in anything related to showbiz. the rumors go that my dad is a famous director, but they're all lies. my dad works for microsoft, that little nerd. he's my little nerd though, and he's really fun to hang with.. he's not the least bit nerdy - believe it or not, he was a full-blooded rebel when he was young; tattoos, piercings.. all that shit, he still has his tattoos and has scars from the piercings he had. he's changed a lot since then, think me in a male version, but he's still really cool. i have no siblings, i'm a only child, so i guess we can skip right to the next things; my boring childhood.
firstly, i was born on september 9th, and i would love to tell you more about that day but i've never been told much - my mom doesn't remember much from the day, other then that it was freezing cold and midnight. i was raised here, in los angeles, by my mother and father.. they've been the best, and have been treating me with the best care from the moment they found out my mom was pregnant. they're amazing, really, i'm not kidding. they've stood up for me with everything i've wanted to do - with acting, especially, ever since i was a little kid. i remember one significant day, pretty much the day it all started; i was maybe five, when i came up to my mom and told her that i wanted to go to drama. i remember my mom laughing and telling me to wait till i got a little older.. i pouted for the rest of the day. the point behind the story is that i've always wanted to act.. even though none of my parents are actors themselves, i've always had it in my blood. my mom always claims that it must have something to do with my great-grandmother, who was an artist, and my great-grandfather, who was a photographer. i'd much rather just stay in the belief that i was born special.
obviously, any actor has to start somewhere; that somewhere for me, like most actors i know, started out at school plays and stuff. i wasn't usually casted as lead roles, because they all seemed boring to me, i usually took on the roles of the smaller characters, but those who seemed fun to play. that was how i started, and it worked for me. i was good with working slowly.. once i auditioned though, for my first professional play at age thirteen, things kind of started to speed up. important people started ot notice me, and i was suddenly offered so much. it was a little to much for me, at first, but i soon got used to it. at thirteen i had starred in my first broadway show, a modern peter pan version, as wendy darling. honestly though, with all the pressure that was suddenly weighing me down, i kind of missed just being a kid. my wish to be an actor was enough for me to give up my personal life, and i devotes myself wholly to acting.
and you can be sure as hell that i'm happy i devoted myself to acting; see how far i've gone - emmy's, grammy's.. it's all so surreal, and so great. i never thought i'd be famous. sometimes it annoying, and not as i expected, but it's mostly just awesome. i love it. i love acting. as for my personal life; i'm slowly getting a hold of it.. it's tough being famous and having a personal life in addition to that, without having everyone knowing about it. and i kind of hate it, because there's this guy and.. uh, never mind. i doesn't even matter. just forget it. "
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Dannielynn Charlie Halleck
"Dannie"
"before i begin, i just want to say that i don't promise anything; i might not be at much help, about explaining about myself, and you might be disappointed. truthfully, i'm not a very interesting person. anyway, lets give it a go: if i could explain myself in one word i'd say that i was pretty down-to-earth, you know, a pretty casual and relaxed girl. i like partying like every other teenager, but getting wasted, or high every day, doesn't seem as appealing to me as it might seem for other teenagers. i'd much rather just hang with a couple of friends, see a movie or just talk.. yes, i do like partying but wouldn't consider myself as a, so called, 'party animal. many people seem to disagree with me though, because when i finally party i get really into it - so, those who meet me at parties usually get the wrong impression of me. it's really a shame, because i really am a nice girl - besides, making friends at a party is pretty idiotic, if you ask me; everyone is different at parties, totally wasted.
people who know me, close friends and family - but even new friends, usually tend to pick up on my awkward and clumsy personality. there you have it, i said it and admitted to my horrid flaw - i'm terribly awkward, very ungraceful if i might say so myself, and perhaps one of the clumsiest people in the history of forever; i trip over flat surfaces, and literally stumble over my own words sometimes.. yes, i stutter sometimes, but only when i'm nervous. it's really rather embarrassing, but i can live with it. besides that, it's not all bad - many think it's cute, though i wouldn't really call it that, and it's always nice to be given compliments and stuff.. even though i'm horrible at receiving them myself, i always start to blush like a maniac, and i get all weird and stuff. it's just.. ack. handing out compliments, or voicing my feelings, isn't to easy for me either. however, voicing my opinion comes to me as easy as walking.
i'm stubborn, always have been, and pretty hard-headed. i'm a tough one to break through, and mostly people just give up - those who know me are wise enough to know that they don't even start arguing with me, because it will never end. i don't give up, and if i do then it is certainly not easily. i put a great deal into standing on my own, you kind of have to have that kind of quality in order to survive in showbiz. being able to keep your emotions and secrets masked up is also a good quality, which is one i also own.
'kay, so good qualities.. bad qualities; i get jealous, like, really easily. to easily. i've always been like that, ever since i was a kid; when i was little, it would be with toys and stuff.. so now, that i'm an adult, can you guess what i get jealous over now? every girls weakness - boys, obviously. i hate it, it's so embarrassing
all in all, i would say that i'm a pretty colorful girl, as my mom calls it. she's a funny person, many say that i'm like her though i would disagree - i always seem to find the parts in me that resemble my father. i look like my mother, very much, but personality wise i'm my father. i guess it's balanced pretty well on that part. anyway, talking about my mother; her name's marianne peterson, her and my father never got married and so she's kept her maiden name. we mostly just call her maria, that's my dad of course and i call her mom. she's forty-six and just a normal stay-at-home mom.. she's trying to find a job now, since staying at home is rather lonely when both my father and i are at work. my dad's name is daniel halleck, and he might be one of the most awesome guys on the planet. he's forty-seven, a year my mothers senior, and doesn't work in anything related to showbiz. the rumors go that my dad is a famous director, but they're all lies. my dad works for microsoft, that little nerd. he's my little nerd though, and he's really fun to hang with.. he's not the least bit nerdy - believe it or not, he was a full-blooded rebel when he was young; tattoos, piercings.. all that shit, he still has his tattoos and has scars from the piercings he had. he's changed a lot since then, think me in a male version, but he's still really cool. i have no siblings, i'm a only child, so i guess we can skip right to the next things; my boring childhood.
firstly, i was born on september 9th, and i would love to tell you more about that day but i've never been told much - my mom doesn't remember much from the day, other then that it was freezing cold and midnight. i was raised here, in los angeles, by my mother and father.. they've been the best, and have been treating me with the best care from the moment they found out my mom was pregnant. they're amazing, really, i'm not kidding. they've stood up for me with everything i've wanted to do - with acting, especially, ever since i was a little kid. i remember one significant day, pretty much the day it all started; i was maybe five, when i came up to my mom and told her that i wanted to go to drama. i remember my mom laughing and telling me to wait till i got a little older.. i pouted for the rest of the day. the point behind the story is that i've always wanted to act.. even though none of my parents are actors themselves, i've always had it in my blood. my mom always claims that it must have something to do with my great-grandmother, who was an artist, and my great-grandfather, who was a photographer. i'd much rather just stay in the belief that i was born special.
obviously, any actor has to start somewhere; that somewhere for me, like most actors i know, started out at school plays and stuff. i wasn't usually casted as lead roles, because they all seemed boring to me, i usually took on the roles of the smaller characters, but those who seemed fun to play. that was how i started, and it worked for me. i was good with working slowly.. once i auditioned though, for my first professional play at age thirteen, things kind of started to speed up. important people started ot notice me, and i was suddenly offered so much. it was a little to much for me, at first, but i soon got used to it. at thirteen i had starred in my first broadway show, a modern peter pan version, as wendy darling. honestly though, with all the pressure that was suddenly weighing me down, i kind of missed just being a kid. my wish to be an actor was enough for me to give up my personal life, and i devotes myself wholly to acting.
and you can be sure as hell that i'm happy i devoted myself to acting; see how far i've gone - emmy's, grammy's.. it's all so surreal, and so great. i never thought i'd be famous. sometimes it annoying, and not as i expected, but it's mostly just awesome. i love it. i love acting. as for my personal life; i'm slowly getting a hold of it.. it's tough being famous and having a personal life in addition to that, without having everyone knowing about it. and i kind of hate it, because there's this guy and.. uh, never mind. i doesn't even matter. just forget it. "
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with eyes narrowed and lips pressed together, to the point where they looked like a mere line, she stood and stared at the handsome boy in front of her. no! not handsome! god, control yourself, you idiot she growled mentally at herself, still crouched over her own puke, as she kept the dirty green eyes fixed on daxton. damn bastard. sitting there, looking all cool and calm with his damn cigarette in his damn mouth. damnit, yes, you could easily say that alicea was not happy with daxton at all - unhappy with him was a mild term for what she felt toward him at the moment, actually: furious was a better term for the feelings she felt toward him. could you blame her? could he blame her? really, truthfully? anyone would've been angry if they were left in the same situation - abandoned and left alone, as alice saw upon it, by the one you'd entrusted your heart with.
yes, of course alicea loved daxton, probably more then anything in the world, and trusted him with all of her heart. or at least, she used to - sure, with him not having kept his promise about breaking her out yet, she'd lose trust in him: not entirely, but enough to make her doubtful of him and his promises. was she truly going be out of here one day? naturally, the first thought that fell into her mind was that of if she would ever see, let alone hold, her precious baby ever again. little grayson.
how she missed that cute little baby's face, the dirty blue eyes, that resembled daxtons so much, and the cute dimples on each cheek when he smiled that little grin of his. she still remembered the labor, and how it was to hold him for the first time. and three hours later, when daxton arrived - how it was to see the frightened look on his face, when he looked down at the tiny creature in her arms. she remembered having found it so adorable, she had just had to laugh at it. her whole life had changed so quickly, become so blissful. for a short amount of time, everything had been right. then daxton had gotten involved in all sort of things, as had she: grayson was taken away from them and they were thrown into macabre. one year had passed since the little boys birth, and she'd missed his first birthday. did you know how that was? for a mother to miss her own child's birthday? it made her sick to her stomach, she had to be worst mom in the entire universe.
and it was daxton's fault that she wasn't out of here yet, she blamed him for not being able to hold her baby yet. how hard could it be to gather up some freaking money and bail her out of this fucking hell hole?! so much time had passed since he'd escaped, he had to have some money gathered!
with how things looked, it didn't seem likely that alicea would see sunlight soon. why didn't he just bail her out now? she could go sell herself to come middle-aged men, who didn't get anything from their wifes: they'd make an awful lot of money out of that, she was sure of it. if she hadn't known better, she would've thought he was keeping her in macabre on purpose. maybe he was working alongside her mother?! maybe this had all been a plan the two of them had dished together?! he wanted a piece of her as well?! she felt her stomach turning, and made motions to puke, but ended up swallowing the vomit before it had made it's way out of her body. she shuttered at the taste, and bit down her tongue, forcing herself not to throw up from it. she made herself sick, with all of her paranoia. it was no new fact that alicea was paranoid: ever since being thrown into the asylum, she'd been believing that everyone was after her.. and now it had gotten to the point where the one person she'd trusted the most also was a suspect. she was really sick, maybe it was best she'd stay in here. she'd be a danger to the world if she was let out.
she furrowed her brows, angry at his sarcasm, and growled "charming. don't fuck with me, you cocky bastard," she said, scrunching her nose as if something smelled awfully bad in here. must've been his sarcasm she could smell. she'd wish she wasn't as proud as she was, and would just fly into his arms and spill her whole heart out in front of him. she wanted to be comforted, she'd had such a difficult night. she wanted him to save her.. and yes, she wanted a god damn cigarette. complaining, or showing weakness, wasn't about to do her any good. it wouldn't help her getting out of her.. daxton wouldn't take her even if she begged him - she'd done that so many times.
"why don't you get a job?" she asked, sarcasm thick in her voice, as he stated he still didn't have money. something was starting to really smell fishy around here: he'd been out there for so long, yet still he didn't have a single fucking dime on his sorry, little ass? "something is really weird here: you've been out there for so long and yet still you haven't gotten a enough cash for us to live on?" she asked, "what have you been doing out there? just sitting around? hanging with friends? have you even read my letters? what about grayson?! can't you gather enough money to support me and gray, or do you just not want to?!" she asked, almost spitting the words out:
initially, at first daxton didn't want anything to do with grayson. he'd been weird the whole pregnancy, and hadn't been there for the birth: it was a miracle that he even came to see the boy after the birth. she knew he'd fall in love with grayson, the moment he'd look at him, but now she wasn't to sure how strong that love was anymore. grayson was an unplanned child, after all - if alicea hadn't gotten pregnant by accident, he wouldn't have been here. daxton didn't really want to be a father, and now that he was free - with alicea being in macabre and grayson being held hostage at his mothers - he could go do whatever he wanted: go drink, do drugs, party till shit in the morning, pork other girls blind.. whatever. of course, why'd he waste his time on bailing out alicea so that he could get stuck with her and a little baby boy?
the worry in his eyes didn't move her one single bit, for all she knew it could be fake. looking down at her hands though, as he asked what had happened, she realized how much she was actually bleeding. "aw, fuck," she muttered to herself, looking around for something she could wrap around her wrists "i was punished, 'cuz i spat one of the doctors. aced him right in the eye," she nearly forgot, for a moment, that it was still daxton she was talking too. with brows furrowed, she looked up "what do you care?" he looked concerned though, and genuinely worried, and the muscles in her face slowly relaxed. her whole expression softened.
moaning, from the pain that was suddenly beaming from her wrist, she walked a few steps forward, unconsciously moving toward daxton. however, when she heard his step, she froze on her spot and looked up. noticing how close they were, it reminded her of her nightmare.. why did it have to stop just before his embrace? it wasn't fair. "you've been trying?" she looked up at him "what does that mean? that you've given up?" her eyes became blank, and her skin paled. "well, while you've been trying, i've been rotting to death in here and our kid has had his first birthday without his parents.." she hissed, angry tears forcing their way to her eyes.
"why can't i help?!" she then suddenly cried out, looking up at him "i don't understand you! if i'm tough enough to survive in here, i'm sure as hell tough enough to live out there!" she pointed toward the door. "fuck it! i could whore myself out and make more money then you'd ever dream of! and you wouldn't care either way, then we'd have enough money to support gray!" she spit, unconsciously knowing she was being a bitch. "i just want to get out of here!" she yelped, holding her bloody hands out.
yes, of course alicea loved daxton, probably more then anything in the world, and trusted him with all of her heart. or at least, she used to - sure, with him not having kept his promise about breaking her out yet, she'd lose trust in him: not entirely, but enough to make her doubtful of him and his promises. was she truly going be out of here one day? naturally, the first thought that fell into her mind was that of if she would ever see, let alone hold, her precious baby ever again. little grayson.
how she missed that cute little baby's face, the dirty blue eyes, that resembled daxtons so much, and the cute dimples on each cheek when he smiled that little grin of his. she still remembered the labor, and how it was to hold him for the first time. and three hours later, when daxton arrived - how it was to see the frightened look on his face, when he looked down at the tiny creature in her arms. she remembered having found it so adorable, she had just had to laugh at it. her whole life had changed so quickly, become so blissful. for a short amount of time, everything had been right. then daxton had gotten involved in all sort of things, as had she: grayson was taken away from them and they were thrown into macabre. one year had passed since the little boys birth, and she'd missed his first birthday. did you know how that was? for a mother to miss her own child's birthday? it made her sick to her stomach, she had to be worst mom in the entire universe.
and it was daxton's fault that she wasn't out of here yet, she blamed him for not being able to hold her baby yet. how hard could it be to gather up some freaking money and bail her out of this fucking hell hole?! so much time had passed since he'd escaped, he had to have some money gathered!
with how things looked, it didn't seem likely that alicea would see sunlight soon. why didn't he just bail her out now? she could go sell herself to come middle-aged men, who didn't get anything from their wifes: they'd make an awful lot of money out of that, she was sure of it. if she hadn't known better, she would've thought he was keeping her in macabre on purpose. maybe he was working alongside her mother?! maybe this had all been a plan the two of them had dished together?! he wanted a piece of her as well?! she felt her stomach turning, and made motions to puke, but ended up swallowing the vomit before it had made it's way out of her body. she shuttered at the taste, and bit down her tongue, forcing herself not to throw up from it. she made herself sick, with all of her paranoia. it was no new fact that alicea was paranoid: ever since being thrown into the asylum, she'd been believing that everyone was after her.. and now it had gotten to the point where the one person she'd trusted the most also was a suspect. she was really sick, maybe it was best she'd stay in here. she'd be a danger to the world if she was let out.
she furrowed her brows, angry at his sarcasm, and growled "charming. don't fuck with me, you cocky bastard," she said, scrunching her nose as if something smelled awfully bad in here. must've been his sarcasm she could smell. she'd wish she wasn't as proud as she was, and would just fly into his arms and spill her whole heart out in front of him. she wanted to be comforted, she'd had such a difficult night. she wanted him to save her.. and yes, she wanted a god damn cigarette. complaining, or showing weakness, wasn't about to do her any good. it wouldn't help her getting out of her.. daxton wouldn't take her even if she begged him - she'd done that so many times.
"why don't you get a job?" she asked, sarcasm thick in her voice, as he stated he still didn't have money. something was starting to really smell fishy around here: he'd been out there for so long, yet still he didn't have a single fucking dime on his sorry, little ass? "something is really weird here: you've been out there for so long and yet still you haven't gotten a enough cash for us to live on?" she asked, "what have you been doing out there? just sitting around? hanging with friends? have you even read my letters? what about grayson?! can't you gather enough money to support me and gray, or do you just not want to?!" she asked, almost spitting the words out:
initially, at first daxton didn't want anything to do with grayson. he'd been weird the whole pregnancy, and hadn't been there for the birth: it was a miracle that he even came to see the boy after the birth. she knew he'd fall in love with grayson, the moment he'd look at him, but now she wasn't to sure how strong that love was anymore. grayson was an unplanned child, after all - if alicea hadn't gotten pregnant by accident, he wouldn't have been here. daxton didn't really want to be a father, and now that he was free - with alicea being in macabre and grayson being held hostage at his mothers - he could go do whatever he wanted: go drink, do drugs, party till shit in the morning, pork other girls blind.. whatever. of course, why'd he waste his time on bailing out alicea so that he could get stuck with her and a little baby boy?
the worry in his eyes didn't move her one single bit, for all she knew it could be fake. looking down at her hands though, as he asked what had happened, she realized how much she was actually bleeding. "aw, fuck," she muttered to herself, looking around for something she could wrap around her wrists "i was punished, 'cuz i spat one of the doctors. aced him right in the eye," she nearly forgot, for a moment, that it was still daxton she was talking too. with brows furrowed, she looked up "what do you care?" he looked concerned though, and genuinely worried, and the muscles in her face slowly relaxed. her whole expression softened.
moaning, from the pain that was suddenly beaming from her wrist, she walked a few steps forward, unconsciously moving toward daxton. however, when she heard his step, she froze on her spot and looked up. noticing how close they were, it reminded her of her nightmare.. why did it have to stop just before his embrace? it wasn't fair. "you've been trying?" she looked up at him "what does that mean? that you've given up?" her eyes became blank, and her skin paled. "well, while you've been trying, i've been rotting to death in here and our kid has had his first birthday without his parents.." she hissed, angry tears forcing their way to her eyes.
"why can't i help?!" she then suddenly cried out, looking up at him "i don't understand you! if i'm tough enough to survive in here, i'm sure as hell tough enough to live out there!" she pointed toward the door. "fuck it! i could whore myself out and make more money then you'd ever dream of! and you wouldn't care either way, then we'd have enough money to support gray!" she spit, unconsciously knowing she was being a bitch. "i just want to get out of here!" she yelped, holding her bloody hands out.
Rissa - Actor
