cameron ace everson

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cameron ace everson ,

t w e n t y - t w o-,- u n i v e r s i t y- &- s a c a s t i c

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* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?

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^{cameron ace everson. my mom wanted a boy. go figure, but even when the ultra-sound revealed i was a girl, they kept my name. it’s not really unusual, cameron IS a female name. my dad was a heavy gambler when he was younger, his favorite was the ace of spades because it almost always was a winning card. thus the middle name. i like my name, really. but don’t call me cammie. ever.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .

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^{i’m a fall baby, so it was pretty nice outside when i was born. I’m more partial to rather chilly then super hot. born in the end of september, the twenty-second to be exact, i was rather premature. a week early, my mom told me, but that’s pretty much in the past. no complications or anything, mom just happened to dilate a little too soon. oops? haha.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .

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^{i’m pretty gay, that’s no secret at all. i’ve liked girls since.. hell, forever. since third grade, i think? kissed the prettiest girl is class right smack on the lips. pretty sure i got into a lot of trouble, too.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?

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^{i love lazy mornings, waking up next to a half dressed beauty, one night stands, walking around in my underwear, puppies, cold swims, coffee, close friends, smoothies, meeting new people, parties, the smell of clean clothes, fast cars, cold nights, flirting, seeing her friends happy, random hugs, being the word on someone’s lips, kisses with no meaning, laying out on the beach, drinking, sarcasm, indifference.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?

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^{i hate rabbits, being alone, attachment, relationships, crazy girls, annoying people, guys hitting on me, the heat, sand in my toes, rude people, stupid guys/girls.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?

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^{relationships. even the mere thought of someone getting too attached or myself getting attached is terrifying. i can’t handle it, at all. and rabbits, those little things scare the hell out of me and have ever since i watched Donnie Darko. laugh all you want, but it’s scary shit.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?

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^{one night flings, for the win. no reason for it, really. it’s just how i prefer things. i tried the whole relationship thing, it ended really badly and i got hurt, so i’m pretty stubborn in the fact that it’s not going to happen again. though usually, one night flings become something like multiple night flings, but that doesn’t matter. i never get emotionally involved. if they do, it’s their fault. i hold no responsibility in the feelings of some over-confident little fling.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?

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^{samuel blake everson is my father. he’s a really cool guy, i must say. but then again, he is my father, so i guess i’m obligated to say that. once a really heavy gambler, he straightened up when he met my mother, isabelle. she was an interior designer, from lots of money and to be honest, that’s what drew my father to her. he was almost homeless, barely making it and struggling through Culinary school. he had every desire to become a famous chef, and upon marrying my mother his dreams became more tangible. she helped him out, and he succeeded. that was almost twenty-four years ago. mom died when I was eleven, which is why i’m closest to my dad.} [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?

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^{none. my parents weren’t ones for a large family, and they figured one little hellion was enough, really. no one else in my family really likes me, except my aunt but my uncle doesn’t let her see me much. i’m gay, remember? my family doesn’t like that at all.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?

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^{i’ve got a puppy, she’s from the last litter of my dad’s dog, so I took one when i last saw him. her name is blitz. she’s a yorkie and Chihuahua mix, a mutt, but she’s my baby.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?

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^{i guess my best kept secret is that fact that i am not as heartless as some people think. only some close friends know that, because i’m afraid of opening up and setting myself up to be vulnerable at all. i’d rather people think me a cold bitch them some fucking softie. plus, it’s so much easier playing with people’s emotions then actually giving a flying flip what they think or feel.}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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^{hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is turbo and i've been roleplaying for six years. i'm seventeen years old, and i found you through some random ad. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through AIM;; kandiikyddd or PM, love. as you can see, i enjoy using katherine moennig as a play-by. oh and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know.}

The day was nice of a day, too hot really for her tastes, and Cam found herself ducking for shelter. She didn’t want to go home, but nor did she want to sit in her car and hide from the weather like some pansy would. The library was always nice and cool, crisp, actually, and for a little bit it would feel quite amazing. The air conditioning in there even beat her car’s, and it was rather rare for her to ever compare something to her car as being better. The sleek black vehicle was her baby, in a sense, and even a small scratch would send it into the shop for a completely new paint job. Cam was quite fickle about it. Even the white leather on the inside had been customized with a C.A.E. on her headrest, but only hers. She was the driver, never anything else. She never trusted another to drive her car, unless it was her father.

But that was different. Sort of.

The purr of the engine was cut short, the car settling to a complete stop after rolling into the parking spot. All windows rolled up, and then it became almost impossible to see through the darkly tinted glass, but a few seconds later Cameron stepped out. She embraced the heat with a sigh, not at all wanting to deal with it at the moment. The feeling of skin sticking to skin disgusted her. Except when it came to sex. But that was another story for another day. Today Cam didn’t at all seemed to have cared about her appearance, well… at least she didn’t care to really dress up to her normal par, she’d just thrown something random on and was pleased that it even matched. Of course, the leather jacket might have been a factor in the reason she was so hot. That was beside the point, though.

With a bit of a slouch to her posture, she made her way to the entrance of the library, hooking her thumbs into her front pockets and lightly tapping her fingers on her thigh. It was so close, yet the considerable heat made it feel so damn far away. Distracting herself and staring at the ground, she began to hum lightly, changing the random tap on her legs to the beat of her tune. She wasn’t exactly moving quickly, rather taking her time despite the heat, but as soon as she stopped paying attention the next thing she knew the top of her head bumped into the doors of the library. With a bit of an embarrassed shuffle, and a glance around her she hurried it, a hand from her pocket rubbing at the back of her neck. It was obvious she was a little flustered, but she was banking on the fact that no one had seen it. Almost positive no one had, she made her way straight for the fiction section, looking for a good horror. Maybe Dean Koontz today?

A little voice inside her head was telling her that maybe reading would get the oh-so aggravating case of writers block to go away, but she doubted it. At the moment, Cameron was in a bit of a slump, but she also knew that something would come along and inspire her. She needed a muse. An interest to keep her days bright, because she remembered when she had all of those girls to keep her satisfied she was never in a slump. Yeah, think what you will, but some of the time Cam’s inspiration budded from the fact that she was satiated with her personal life. As in, she was happy with her, to put it crudely, fucks.

* CREDITS , ANYONE ?

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^{most of the credit for this goes to take a chance on me over at caution modified by emily for this site - broken lights on the freeway .}[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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