COOPER, austin brenden

[courtney]

AUSTINBRENDENCOOPER !

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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE

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OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/SIZE][/font]

[/COLOR][/B]: austin brenden cooper.
nicknames: aus, aussie.
birthday: 4th november, 1987.
gender: male.
grade: graduate.
sexuality: heterosexual.
played by: chace crawford.[/ul][/SIZE][/font]

TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/SIZE] [/font]

[/COLOR][/B]: austin makes drunkenness look good with those hooded bloodshot baby blue eyes, that messy and unkempt head of brown bed hair, and that dazed and lopsided grin accompanied with those dangerous dimples. and when he’s intoxicated enough, there’s always that toned swimmer’s body to look out for too… you can’t miss it at 5’ 10” at 175 lbs. after all, it is quite possibly the only butt-naked one streaking down south beach on weekends. if you do happen to catch him clothed, however, you’ll take notice of his casual all-american style of hoodies, crew necks, button-ups, and polos, as well as jeans, board shorts, boat shoes, flip flops, and canvas slip-ons. so cal, all the way, inc. hollister, american eagle, billabong, etc.

personality: austin is a hardcore partier who only lives day-by-day, financially depending on his parent’s income and his part-time job as model to support his drinking and smoking habits. yes, habits… meaning that he needs at least one beer and one marijuana joint every twenty-four hours to function like a normal human being. he also craves his package of marlboro cigarettes around the clock, as well as a few cans of red bull or pure caffeinated coffee. you see, he’s preoccupied with always having that adrenaline rush; that epic high. and his euphoria has a tendency to transfer to others, making him quite the crowd pleaser and social butterfly. whether it’s a warehouse rave, bonfire beach blast, or nightclub party, everyone seems to know him. but… he’s not all charisma. he has a dark side too, and it usually comes out after alcohol has been introduced into the equation. when overly intoxicated, he can become VERY rowdy and combative… more often times than not, the fun usually ends in a police holding cell, hospital bed, detox center, or in some random hookup’s bed.

likes:

• beer pong
  
• bongs
  
• well-rolled joints
  
• keg stands
  
• glow paint
  
• body shots
  

dislikes:

• authority
  
• mocktails
  
• responsibility
  
• early mornings
  
• hangovers
  
• the drunk tank

strengths:

• high alcohol tolerance
  
• insatiable sexual stamina
  
• ability to evade trouble

weaknesses:

• angry, volatile drunk
  
• man whore
  
• immaturity

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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/SIZE] [/font]

[/COLOR][/B]: missy cooper, fifty-two years old, swimsuit designer.
father: barron cooper, fifty-six years old, sports photographer.
siblings: none.
significant other (s): none.
pets: none.
hometown: los angeles, california.
history: being in such a fast-paced world of los angeles, aussie was forced to grow up in half the time that other children did and was introduced to all sorts of adult situations at such a tender age. he had his first taste of alcohol at ten, his first cigarette at twelve. by thirteen, he knew how to stuff and smoke his marijuana out of bongs, as well as who to buy it from. by fifteen, he realized that party favors came in form of little happy face-stamped tablets called ecstasy, and ten year before that, that the closet he’d get to a nightlight is the glow sticks being twirled around at underground raves. oh, and that his parents were swingers who hosted orgies in their hollywood mansion every friday night. sixteen was when his virginity was handed off to a stripper five years his senior named sparkle; a birthday present from his much-older friends. he never had any limitations or stern adult to tell him “no”, but he was equipped with two parents who taught him that looks, money, and high social standards were the most important in your life.

if his father hadn’t generously bribed the principal and all of his teachers, austin would have presumably failed to graduate high school… knowing that, he never even attempted to go to college, and instead used his parents’ connections to land a convenient modeling job, requiring little to no effort from him asides from taking photos and walking runways. everything was fine in los angeles... though one day, he realized that southern california had gotten lame and that he’d seen, drank, smoked, and humped practically everything in sight.

at twenty-one, he transferred his modeling contract to a local south floridian agency, somewhere called point place. and well, he’s still that underachiever, willing to scrape by on his large network and beach body, fully intending to party hard all-over again. [/ul][/SIZE] [/font]

SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT

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ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/SIZE][/B][/font]

[/COLOR][/B]: courtney.
other characters in point pleasant: none.
best way to reach you: pm.
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When Alice was pissed, she just went straight for the jugular, didn't she? There was no preamble, fidgeting, or pussyfooting around. When she had reached her limits, and well, it seemed that she had, she was usually going to get straight to the point and evade all of the extra fru frued up bullshit in-between. She was a straight shooter, and really, that was the main trait that Madden loved about her. Of course not in this instance... especially when her main focus was on such a touchy, touchy topic that they should go about avoiding for the next few decades and until one of them, predictably himself, died of old age or due to the consequences of his current lifestyle. If it were the latter of the two that would cause Madden to meet his maker, though, then he'd go out much quicker than ten years. He was betting on ten months... at the very least.

"Just so you know, I'm not barging into your house. Apparently your dog let me in. And I did knock, you clearly didn't hear it. Get your ears checked, maybe?" Ouch. She was really summoning her inner bitch this evening, wasn't she? And on top of that, she had begun to tell him how she wasn't going to leave his house... yeah. Yeah, she was definitely taking it there. Hell, at this rate, she had taken it there and bought property. He had to make sure that his name was still on the lease instead of her own... but not only that. She was dominating the conversation. Trying to intimidate him. Now as sad as it sounded, in the past he might have caved and let her have had her way, but this time around, he couldn't help it - he laughed at her.

And that could have been because he thought her sudden power trip was adorable, embarrassing, or just downright amusing. Regardless of which, it was definitely going to piss her off even further.

"Wow... wow, wow. Seriously Alice? Seriously? You think you can come in here... uninvited, mainly because you think my dog somehow became owner of this fucking place and not me, and you could bark orders?" There was no pun intended, but mainly because he was getting a bit frustrated himself and had become a fan of dishing out whatever he received, he was going to push her buttons a bit. Wordlessly implying, as well as not correcting that she weren't a dog would definitely be a winner. But she had to keep in mind that she started it. Well, no. He was the one who started this entire thing by leaving, as well as not writing at all. Still, in this instance, he was speaking in reference to today. Not five years ago.

But Alice had other plans...

And he did as he was told. Well, partially. He did toss the clip onto the couch.
That's where it ended.

"One hundred and sixty-eight?" he repeated, feigning confusing. He even furrowed his brows together, as if he hadn't a clue what she was talking about. "I'm not good at math, remember? Or... any subject. I'm kind of dumb, actually. So... you say one hundred and sixty-eight, whereas I say one hundred and sixty-eight... and a cross." Ooh, so he was just going to be an insufferable ass about this, wasn't he? Well as long as he thought it was for her own good, it would definitely be that way. But Alice was in the mode today; the mood for arguing. Because with a quickness, she retorted, "I think I've done all the talking I possibly could for the past five years in those three and a half. So why don't you explain to me what the fuck happened, because apparently I was missing something." And this was when she was promptly about to be shut down. And this was where all of the communication would end. And this was where the both of them usually ended up parting ways, equally as pissed off than the other.

Today, like all days, was going to end on bad note. Or that's what Madden was anticipating.

Because those blue eyes of his provided her with that blank stare. Not the one meant to be humored, but the one that said without him even moving his lips that he wasn't in the mood to go there. Or maybe he was. "You're right. You are missing something. And I should explain it to you. I didn't make it quite as clear before, did I?" Madden reached into his pocket, removing the cross - yes, on a slender chain - that she had given him all of those years ago. And grabbing her hand, he opened her palm and slapped the jewelry into it. "Me and you aren't dating anymore. Therefore, I don't have to explain jack shit to you. And if I didn't try to before, then I'm damn sure not going to be at your beck and call and do it right now."

And it broke his heart. To keep breaking her heart. Or to not give her any explanation. Because if he did, then she'd insist they could make it better. And she'd get hopeful. And she didn't need to waste things, like hope, on him. She needed to hope that... that she'd find a boyfriend that wasn't anything like him. This him. And more like the one she'd fallen for in the past. So with him holding it all in (because that was taught in soldier basics), he released his hold on her, tugging her towards the door. "Now get the fuck out. Like I said, I'm busy."

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