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[Vienna Lorelei Hart]

VIENNA HART

full name Vienna Lorelei Carswell
nicknames Vivi, Vie
type Original
gender Female
age Seventeen
birthday November twenty-third
group Miscellaneous
clique Local
grade Not applicable
sexuality Heterosexual
occupation Singer at a coffee shop, part-time waitress
face claim Abigail Halliday
alias Nova

persona
Flirtatious, confident, impulsive, reckless, shameless, promiscuous, straightforward, assured, self-centered, vain, attention-whore, arrogant, carefree, fun-loving, irresponsible, non-committing, social, approachable, nonchalant, adaptable.

life
inhale to the top of my lungs like you're dying for this...
The name's Vienna Hart, Vie for short. Some people call me fun, others call me an irresponsible whore. Me? I like to think of myself as a girl who's proud of who she is and can live it up. I'm pretty good company, if I do say so myself. That's not saying I'm perfect, but I'm freakin' amazing. If you're looking for for a confidence boost or something to make your blood hum, look for me. I can sweet talk most people, and I'm always up for some old fashioned fun. The big thing is just that you shouldn't trust me with secrets. I'm comfortable with who I am and I don't care what people think of how I act because there's nothing wrong with being myself instead of being some sort of fake. In other words, I won't keep your secrets. Quite frankly, I feel like the whole secrets thing is overrated. Sure, some things are private, but if you're touchy about them, then don't be loose lipped and keep it to yourself. Don't leave your boyfriend around me either because if he's good looking, then I reserve all rights to fucking him. I'm not to be blamed if a chick couldn't be bothered to keep an eye on her man, and as far as I'm concerned, everyone's up for grabs.


love me, l-love me crazy, but don't get too attached, this is a brink affair...
If it's not obvious enough, I'll clarify now. I like to sleep around, and I'll do it with anyone I damn well please. I'm not going to go overboard and say I'm a sex symbol or anything, but I'm hot, and I know it. I guess I'd say kudos to the couples that actually last and are fully committed to one another, but how often do you see that? And really, I guess I don't make it any better when I deliberately hit on taken men because it's fun to wreck a relationship. The only couples I stay far away from are those in sinking ships, and that's just because the people involved get way too emotional way too easily. I just want a good time with no strings attached. It's obvious that I tend to wreck my own relationships as well, but for the most part, it never breaks my heart much, if at all. If a guy walks away from me, then I'll live. Who knows though. Maybe someday there will be a guy who knows that I don't settle down easily, and he'll be willing to be patient around me. I won't die if I don't have a boyfriend though. Like I said, I like men, I like a good time, and to be honest, I live for attention. Call me an attention whore if you want.


we'll be young forever 'til forever stops...
I'm not asking for your pity or anything when I talk about my past. Honestly, my life wasn't bad, but it definitely wasn't the best either. Like, I think that what I went through would make most girls go crying to someone, but I knew how to deal with the things that came my way and never really learned how to get emotionally attached to things, so it was easy to get over things. My younger sister had it so much better because Grandma was all like, ‘No way you’re corrupting another kid! I’d taking custody of her!’ Thanks, really. I love the way you care.

So, you know the saying that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? That applied to my parents. Dad was never home and wasted money gambling and hooking up with random chicks off the streets. In the occasions he was home, he would try so hard to act like a good daddy, and really, the act didn't cut it with me. Sure, I bought that he cared for the first years of my life, but it all got old quick. There's only so much lying I can take before I'm fed up with it, you know? If he honestly cared, then he would have been home more.

Mom was just as bad. She figured, if Dad was cheating, then why couldn't she? If I knew better as a kid, I would've told her that she couldn't act like him because if she wanted her beloved daughter to turn out to be a decent person, then she would be a good influence. She wasn't, of course. She went out partying at least three times a week, and she had a nasty habit of sinking her claws into guys that were taken. Not exactly the type of thing you want your kid picking up as a skill, but it's not like she was ever around often enough to see how I was growing. Her days were spent being a wannabe workaholic and her nights were spent getting trashed out of her mind.

So as expected, I picked up my parents' habits. When getting straight A's and being star of the tennis and soccer teams didn't work, I figured some bad behavior might make them look at me and really see that I exist. I dropped my extracurriculars and started learning guitar first. Throughout middle school, I prowled the hallways flirting with guys who were taken especially because I knew they were taken. I thought that if they could make their girlfriends happy, then I wanted to get a piece of that joy. I was the one who deserved pity and attention because my parents were always too busy with themselves to notice that they had a kid to raise. If they wouldn't give me what I wanted, then I wanted to get people to look at me through other methods. They weren't the only people I knew, though I guess they did help in teaching me how to steal boyfriends. Kudos to their wonderful parenting.


till the break of dawn, party on my lawn...
I really slipped into the wild child role easily, but I didn't get away with everything I did for long, as expected. The first thing I did to get eyes on me was take up a new hobby with singing. It seemed simple, and I didn't need private lessons to sound good because I had a choir teacher who was always willing to work with me. Afterwards, a few incidences of boyfriend theft was okay, but once it hit the double digits, I became the school whore even if I wasn't actually sleeping with anyone. This is probably the part where someone thinks 'Cue the waterworks.' Not for me though. I figured, well if that's what they thought of me, then I can just do whatever I want. My reputation couldn't possibly get worse. I was right. It couldn't. As soon as I hit high school, all that mattered was partying and having fun around older kids, and my parents never noticed how my grades fell or how I started dressing less like a good girl. I was having fun with living life in the fast lane until the night I decided to get in a car full of drunkards, them driving of course. Tires screeching, burnt plastic, metal, and the scent of blood. Shrieks and the feel of fear. That was all I knew, and when I woke up in a hospital, that was when family life changed. It was a real eye-opener for my parents, who realized a little too late that it was time they grew up and acted like adults and parents.

Next you know it, we’re in New Jersey, where I took up singing so I could blend in easier and sort of snatched the spotlight as a new girl while they went through marriage counseling. Surprisingly, I started to really love it in my new little town, but my parents didn't approve of my new friends. Instead of warning me to stay away from them, they just shipped me off to a school in Florida to live with my grandparents and younger sister. No biggie. So for a little while, I was sixteen and surrounded by old people and attending school with prissy, rich girls. Fun. My parents didn't think I could possibly get into trouble when I was away from a place were toddlers practically high off of meth. Partially true. I wasn't as bad, but I was still the girl who wanted love and attention and the spotlight, but not from them. I didn't want their attention only after a near-death experience, but I wasn't so bad as to purposely make them miserable over their mistakes, so I just focused on singing because it was all I really had. It really grew on me.


only yesterday was the time of our lives, we were born and raised in a summer haze...
So, yeah. Here's that part we were all anticipating. Gasp, she's experiencing her first love! Yeah, gotta love how fucked up things can end up when you don't do stuff right.

It began when I got a gig at this little cafe I frequented. I flirted like hell with the manager to get what I wanted, and it was worth it. That’s when I met this guy who I guess was sort of special. For the longest time, I would swoon over him and think he was the love of my life. Next I know it, we wake up in my bed. Great. But no biggie, since it wasn't like I was aspiring to be a saintly virgin. But it was the shit that happened afterwards that really made me think that life could really throw some curve balls. I found out I was pregnant. I told my parents first, and they demanded I go back to Jersey. My relationship with he-who-shall-not-be-named lasted for a little longer than two weeks, and then I just left without a word.

There was no point in telling him every detail of my life when I knew long distance relationships wouldn't last, and he would probably be way better off without ever knowing I was pregnant. I also knew that he would most likely demand that I have the baby because guys don't know shit about how it feels to puke every so often and have an aching back and swollen ankles, all because of some microscopic leech in my body. I wanted to get an abortion but the idea just flew out the window because it was too late for me to get one. Well, fuck it. I'll be a damn good mother. I'll be what my own mother wasn't.


i'm never coming back, never going back there again...
Long story short, I was back in New Jersey. I'd really like to say that I reverted back to my old self and settled down with some nice guy, but I never did. I had the baby and relied on my parents for money because they always wanted to make up with me. They had some sort of undying guilt about my less than glorious childhood that they always wanted to compensate for, and they were given the opportunity to do so when I asked for help with my son.

You can accuse me of being a bad mother and all sorts of shit because I still party and sleep around, but the one thing I do know is that I stopped all my bad habits when I found out I was pregnant, and afterwards I never really got back into drugs. I started to realize that it was time I got off my ass and started being independent, and to do that, I needed to be able to take care of myself. It was why I packed my bags and dropped out of school. I needed to get a job to support myself, and while I did that, I left my son in my parents' hands because they could provide for him and take care of him better than I currently can.

My decision to head off to Maryland turned out to be surprisingly difficult but also somewhat relieving. I felt a surprisingly large amount of guilt over having to leave, but it was necessary. I needed to learn how to take care of myself before I could take care of someone else, and now is really the only time I can strive for any dreams. Before I have to take care of someone who needs me, I want to be able to say that I reached for my dreams and did something with my life. I really love singing, so I sort of dream of being a cabaret singer or becoming a singer for some sort of band. I don't know for sure. At the same time, I want to be home with my son because I really do genuinely love him. Someday I'll be able to support the two of us, and everything will be okay, but until then, I have to be satisfied with occasional visits home and daily phone calls to stay updated on what's going on. All in all, I guess people will say I'm a washout who no one should ever give two shits about, but there's only one thing I would give my life for, and that's my son. I might not be able to teach him everything a dad could, but the lesson I can pass to him is to be proud of yourself and just love yourself for who you are. So for all the people out there cursing me out for what I am: a big fuck you to you too. At least I have the guts to try to get stuff done.


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