Post by HUNTER ELISE BORDEAUX on Dec 26, 2013 18:33:03 GMT -7
hunter elise bordeaux
hunter
twenty-six • female• straight• citizen - the hospital's Lawyer
personality
Most people see me as this loud, egotistical, self-assured, cold hearted bitch, and for the most part they would be right in this assumption. But there is a side of me that very few... and by few I mean just the people that I am close to get to see this side of me. I am in fact a rather quiet, shy, and very much unsure of myself. The key, if you must know is confidence. If you can fake confidence you can fake anything. I will admit to having a bit of a wild side, and this had a tendency to get me in a hell of a lot of trouble. I should also point out and I’m a little on the impulsive side and I rarely think things through before I do it, another thing that usually gets me into a heap of trouble, but uh… I rarely ever regret anything. I love a good laugh and definitely not afraid to laugh at someone for being an idiot. I’m definitely a go getter, and will never shy away from a challenge. When I see something I wants, nothing will stop me from getting it. NOTHING! I’m big on honesty. Lie to me and we got a problem. I tell it like it is, you don’t like tough. And I rarely keep secrets from people. It’s not that I don’t know how to lie it’s I just don’t see the point in it. Sure I got a temper, but you would too if you had to be surrounded by idiots day in and day out. I mean really, you can’t expect me to be nice to everybody that walks by. Let’s get real here. I fucking love to party. In my opinion it’s not a party unless I’m there, which brings me to my next point. I'm not a shy girl, but I’m not the type of person who will just randomly go up to a person and start chatting with people if you ask me that’s a little creepy.
background
On with my story I guess. “I could never figure out how I managed to get seduced by that jackass,” my mother would tell me day in and day out. It was her debutante ball and my mother, Cosette Bordeux, at 18 years old was as innocent as she was ever going to be, and she had been quite taken by the illustrious Marlon Davidson. She would never know why. Anyways he had turned out to be quite the dog. Leaving her for the next piece of meat, after finding out he had gotten her pregnant with me. I was born on June 4th, and I have never met the man that was responsible for my birth. If I was really honest with myself I don’t really care to meet him either. My mother named me after what she had said my father had down to her, hunted her down and abandoned her. Quite the cheerful woman my mother was… Not!
Eventually mother did find love, a rich diplomat named Paxton. He was never really the that healthy, and when he came down with a pneumonia and died not long after the wedding, it wasn’t that big of a surprise. Anyways, Mother mourned his death for 7 days refusing to leave her room. But on the 8th day, she came out of her room and went out for a drink with her friends. I was about three then I think. It was another year and a half before mother got married again, his name and entire existence is completely irrelevant at this point. That relationship ended 4 months after it started, and well throughout the rest of my years of living with my mother an endless flood of men have passed through very few rememberable.
I personally don’t have a close relationship with my mom, but we don’t exactly get on very well. It's not that I don’t love her, because I do, I mean she’s my mom, how can I not? It’s just that she was the kind of mother that wasn’t always home when I was a kid, most of the time she's off being the socialite she is or fucking one her “friends” or trying to find her next husband, and didn’t always spend that much time with us. Plus Mother was so critical. Always criticizing what I’m wearing how I act, and what not. Even now, I’m a grown fucking woman, and she’ll call, me to say, that I’m getting fat. She can never seem to accept me for who I am.
I got into law in an effort to try to create a life for myself outside of the one with my other, and I ended up loving it. I currently am the lawyer for Seattle Main Hospital, any laws suits the hospital faces, go through me and i'm the one who defends them on such cases.
I already know I’m most likely going to lead one of two lives. Which unfortunately going to be exactly like my mother’s, or my grandmother before her. It sucks really, but well, I know that one day I’m either, One: going to wake up and find that I’m married to guy who doesn't give a rat’s ass about me, and is off fucking one my so called friends or is too busy to pay attention to me. Or two: spend my life in an endless string of meaningless loveless marriages, unable to find love. But...well if I still lead the life that I do now, rich, and with millions of men willing to sleep with me. I think I can live with that. I think. I hope. I’m a try my hardest too. I don’t want this for my life, but there’s nothing I can do. Not everyone gets the happy ending in the end.
Eventually mother did find love, a rich diplomat named Paxton. He was never really the that healthy, and when he came down with a pneumonia and died not long after the wedding, it wasn’t that big of a surprise. Anyways, Mother mourned his death for 7 days refusing to leave her room. But on the 8th day, she came out of her room and went out for a drink with her friends. I was about three then I think. It was another year and a half before mother got married again, his name and entire existence is completely irrelevant at this point. That relationship ended 4 months after it started, and well throughout the rest of my years of living with my mother an endless flood of men have passed through very few rememberable.
I personally don’t have a close relationship with my mom, but we don’t exactly get on very well. It's not that I don’t love her, because I do, I mean she’s my mom, how can I not? It’s just that she was the kind of mother that wasn’t always home when I was a kid, most of the time she's off being the socialite she is or fucking one her “friends” or trying to find her next husband, and didn’t always spend that much time with us. Plus Mother was so critical. Always criticizing what I’m wearing how I act, and what not. Even now, I’m a grown fucking woman, and she’ll call, me to say, that I’m getting fat. She can never seem to accept me for who I am.
I got into law in an effort to try to create a life for myself outside of the one with my other, and I ended up loving it. I currently am the lawyer for Seattle Main Hospital, any laws suits the hospital faces, go through me and i'm the one who defends them on such cases.
I already know I’m most likely going to lead one of two lives. Which unfortunately going to be exactly like my mother’s, or my grandmother before her. It sucks really, but well, I know that one day I’m either, One: going to wake up and find that I’m married to guy who doesn't give a rat’s ass about me, and is off fucking one my so called friends or is too busy to pay attention to me. Or two: spend my life in an endless string of meaningless loveless marriages, unable to find love. But...well if I still lead the life that I do now, rich, and with millions of men willing to sleep with me. I think I can live with that. I think. I hope. I’m a try my hardest too. I don’t want this for my life, but there’s nothing I can do. Not everyone gets the happy ending in the end.
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ooc - Erica
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characters -just hunter right now, but i think imma create another broski soon
face claim - Olivia Wilde
time - eastern
characters -just hunter right now, but i think imma create another broski soon
face claim - Olivia Wilde
