Post by ALANA KAILEY HUDSON on Nov 15, 2010 20:20:45 GMT -7
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FULL NAME: alana kailey hudson
AGE: twenty-three
PREFERENCE: bisexual
HOMETOWN: new york, new york
CLASS STATUS: upper class
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: model
PLAY BY: miranda kerr
[/size]email one
Dear Miss Hudson,
It's with pleasure that Victoria's Secret welcomes you to the Las Vegas, Nevada branch. We've been watching your work with Elite Model Management, and we're very pleased. You're poised, beautiful, dependable, and your catwalk is magnificent! If you could give our offices a call within the first week of receiving this letter, we'd be more than happy to arrange the flight plans, and housing for yourself and whoever shall be accompanying you.
We look forward to working with you!
Sincerely,
Sharen Turney
Victoria's Secret CEO
email two
MOM!
Oh my god! MOMMMMM! I GOT AN EMAIL FROM VS!! I got the damn job! Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I was so excited I fell off my bed when the email came through! You have to come over as soon as you get this, ugh! I'm still in utter shock. ME! ALANA FREAKING HUDSON! No longer just some model... but a victoria's secret angel, maybe? AHHHHHHHHHH!
oh
Love, Alana
email three
Dearest Alana,
I apologize that I must do this via email. However, I couldn't bear to face you. The look of wretched disappointment would have shattered my confidence in leaving. I must go home, to Europe. As much as I love you, and apologize for all of the hell I have put you through, I must go. My father is sick, and well... to be honest, I cannot possibly face you any longer. I know I'm not the man you deserve, or were hoping I'd turn out to be.
Before I end this horribly written and completely inappropriate way of saying goodbye, email. I must say this at the very least. Alana, darling. The miscarriage wasn't your fault. I never blamed you, and I never hated you. I have loved you from the very moment I set eyes on you. I'm not positive on how I could possibly explain that any further. Please just know that I'm not leaving because of you. I'm leaving because of me.
I don't deserve you. But I will always love you.
Yours truly,
Reilly
daria smiled at her husband. they were on their way out to finally buy sheets and paint for the nursery. they're only been brave enough to go in and find out the sex of the baby a week ago. he'd wanted a boy, and she'd wanted a girl. typical of a new mother and father. and to daria's glee, she was having a girl. aden didn't mind too much, though you could tell girly things didn't sound as much fun. in daria's early life, she'd never thought that she'd be a mother. having endured a very horrible upbringing, it had left her feeling sour about parenthood. her mother had been murdered by her father protecting her and her little brother from his abuse. at the age of twelve she had to testify against him in court. the entire ordeal or terrifying and horrific. never did she believe in marriage or love after that. her brother was separated from her when she was fourteen. they'd been living in foster care homes since no one in their immediate family would dare touch them. they all knew they'd be screwed up.
so the siblings were split up, and after that, daria didn't see him again. not yet anyways. after getting emancipated at the age of sixteen, she graduated high school and went to work at the strip club for five years. in that time, she met aden. they'd actually met in high school, but daria was too detached from her world to ever notice him. it wasn't until he saved her for an irate customer did she finally give him the time of day. they struggled a lot to begin with. his parents didn't approve of her. when she turned twenty-five, that's when her brother came looking for her. he was now eighteen, and had always wondered what had happened to her. overwhelmed with past feelings, and the excitement of finding him, and having him back in her life, it sent her a little over edge. aden and she married soon after that, and four months ago they found out that she was pregnant, twelve weeks to be exact. now here she was seven months along, and ready to finish the nursery. her brother was back at the house putting together the crib he insisted he could get to work.
daria was flipping through a catalog as aden drove them to the mall. there were so many baby stores inside, she knew they'd find all they needed there. they were stopped at a red light when it turned green and aden stepped on the gas to go forward. glancing up, daria's face fell in horror as she saw the truck barreling towards them at high speed. opening her mouth and letting out a blood curdling scream, all aden could do was look out his window startled. that's when the truck collided with the car, sending it flipping once, then twice. the entire driver's side was smashed. and as the sound of crunching glass and grinding metal filled her ears, daria's own body gave way under the immense pain and the nauseating smell of blood. her entire world went black.
she was unconscious when the paramedics found her, and she was unconscious all the way to the the hospital, unloading, and while they delivered her baby. had she have been conscious, she probably would have been screaming in agony over the fact that her baby wasn't ready to be born yet. she wasn't full term. it took about twelve hours after she'd been admitted, and the nurse had brought her daughter into her room for her to open her eyes. at first her body felt numb, and as she peered around, her mind didn't register where she was. bright lights, bleeping noises that were driving her up a wall. this was... the hospital. a place she hated, and had been dreading coming to for the birthing process. birth... the baby! frantically reaching down to her stomach, she couldn't feel anything. it was like her body was just numb... what she didn't know was that was the effects of the epidural given during the emergency cesarean section.
trying to push herself up to a sitting position, she cried out in pain as she finally noticed there was a cast around her wrist. timidly, daria moved her hands to her face. gently, she glided her fingertips over it. cuts lined her jaw, her eye was puffy, and there was a bandage around her head. my god.. and it all started flooding back to her. the magazine, the trip to the mall. the truck that crashed into them. "ADEN! ADEN! WHERE ARE YOU?!" crying out for her husband, she forced herself up, biting through the pain, and not caring. spotting the strange man in the white coat sitting in the chair, she wore a very panic stricken face. "where's my husband?! i need my husband! w-what happened? it's all so... surreal. i feel like i've been run over.." somehow, the brunette had yet to spot the baby in the incubator to the left of her bed, hooked up to her own heart monitor and breathing tubes. thanks to the numbness she couldn't feel whether or not she was still pregnant. and that thought suddenly horrified her even more than where he husband was. "...my baby. oh my god! MY BABY!" tossing aside the blanket, she was dressed in a hospital gown, and all she could see were her bruised legs, and the faint bump of her stomach. it looked smaller than it had last time she'd seen it, and when she placed her hand on her sweet spot; what she liked to call where her daughter constantly kicked her--- she felt nothing. and before words could be uttered to reassure her, tears sprang to her eyes, cascading down her cheeks.
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hello! i'm ranae. i'm twenty years old, and i live in the
pacific standard time. you know, california! got to love
the sun! i've been roleplaying for some time now, i've
honestly lost track. this gorgeous, but tortured soul is
played by miranda kerr, and she's a stunning model.
