priestly, caprice emlyn

[elliott isabelle priestly]

•CAPRICE EMLYN PRIESTLY,
She's slammed seventeen shot glasses down
and whispered silently, kiss me slowly to my death.
the space between our calm and rage
started growing shorter disappearing slowly day after day
i was sitting there waiting in my room for you
you were waiting for me too and it makes me wonder
the older i get will i get over it
it's been way too long for the times we missed
i didn't know it would hurt like this

What's your full name? Caprice Emlyn Priestly.
What's your gender? I'm a chick.
How old are you? I'm seventeen until November.
When's your birthday? November eighteen, nineteen ninety one.
Are you in school? Yes, I'm going into my senior year of high school.
Do you have a job? Yes, I work part time at a spa as a receptionist on the weekends.
Where are you originally from? Paris, France
Who are your parents? I only have my dad. His name is Patrick Vincent Priestly, and he's just about the best doctor you'll ever meet. His exact title is diagnostician, but, he pretty much does it all. He's forty eight years old, and my best friend.
Do you have any siblings? I have a cousin four years older than me. She grew up with me in France, and lives with us now. We're as tight as cousins come.
Do you have any pets? I have a husky, and his name is socks.
Do you smoke? Socially.
Do you drink? Yes.
Do you take drugs? I'm addicted to shooting heroin.


What color is your hair? I'm a brunette.
Is it dyed or natural? It's natural.
What is your eye color? I have lavender shaded gray eyes.
Do you wear eye glasses or contacts?Nope.
What's your clothing style? I'm a huge fashionista so if it's in style, I'm wearing it Although, I'm cool with anything comfortable too.
Do you have freckles? No.
Do you have any scars or distinguishing marks?I have a beauty mark above my lips on the left side of my face, and I have scars from my childhood, but nothing noticeable..
What's your body type? I'm thin, and curvy, but I do have detailed abs, nothing too out of control though, just, normal..
Do you have any piercings? I have both of my earlobes pierced three times, and I have my right cartilage pierced twice.
Do you have any tattoos? I have a tattoo of a black widow on the inside of my left wrist.
Do you wear braces? No.
What's your overall best feature? My eyes, and my smile.
What's your overall worst feature? My voice is raspy.
Do you get most of your traits from mom or dad? I get my looks from mom, but, everything else is dad.


What's your favorite color? Green.
What's your least favorite color? Yellow.
What's your favorite number? Six.
What's your favorite animal? I love horses.
What's your least favorite animal? I really don't have a least favorite animal, although, I'm not a fan of insects or bugs.
What's your favorite food? Eggplant Parmigiana
What's your least favorite food? Anything with any form of meat.
What's your favorite junk food? This is definitely cupcakes.
What's your least favorite junk food? I'm really not a junk food person.
What's your favorite restaurant? Petit chien Amour, no questions asked.
What's your favorite ice cream flavor? I really don't eat ice cream.
What's your favorite candy? Gummy bears.
What's your favorite alcoholic beverage? Whiskey straight up.
What's your favorite beverage? Water.
What's your favorite genre of music? Anything rock or metal.
What's your least favorite genre of music? Anything pop or rap.
Who's your favorite band/artist? Metallica.
Who's your least favorite band/artist? Lady Gaga.
What's your favorite book? The Divine Comedy.
What's your least favorite book? 1984.
What's your favorite movie? Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
What's your least favorite movie? Idiocracy.
What's your favorite television show? Supernatural.
What's your least favorite television show? Reality tv shows.
What's your favorite season?Fall.
What's your least favorite season? Spring.
What's your favorite holiday? Halloween.
What's your least favorite holiday? Valentine's day.
What's your favorite sport to watch? Hockey.
What's your least favorite sport to watch? Lacrosse.
What's your favorite sport to play? Soccer.
What's your least favorite sport to play? Softball.
Are there any other likes you have? Coffee, dance, music, candles, rain, fashion, natural disasters, candles, tea with milk and hunny, apples with peanut butter, eating healthy, incense, exercising, pie and cupcakes, jewelery, costume jewelery, shoes, accessories, water, social events, social drinking, photography, traveling, art, museums, aquariums, essential oils, poetry, novels, body sprays, showers, beaches, all of the seasons for different reasons, and photography.
Are there any other dislikes you have? Spiders, clowns, slimey, sticky, mushy, soggy, insects, bugs, memories of my past, unfaithfulness, racism, prejudice, abortions, plans, preppy princesses, stuck up bitches, conceited people, lame brained jocks, animal abuse, bullying, and mornings.


Are you single? Right now I am, but, that's subject to change.
If yes, do you like it? I enjoy the single life, but it gets lonely.
Do you have a crush on any one? Probably, but so many guys come and go..
If no, who is your boyfriend/girlfriend? I don't have one.
How long have you been together? Not applicable.
Who was your first kiss with? My friend, Bray.
Where was your first kiss? In my bedroom.
Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yes I have.
Have you ever kissed in a movie theater? Of course.
Have you ever kissed underwater? Oh drunken pool parties how I love thee.
Who was your first love? I really don't do the whole love thing.
Have you ever cheated? Perhaps.
Have you ever been cheated on? Oh, most definitely.
Have you ever used some one? This is really second nature to me. It's really sad.
Have you ever been used? Not unknowingly.
Have you ever lied to your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes.
Have you ever been lied to? Yes.
Are you a virgin? I haven't been a virgin since I was twelve.
If no, are you sexually active? Always.
Have you ever made out with a friend? All the time.
Have you ever made out with an enemy? Not that I can recall.
Have you ever had sex with a friend? This is a definite yes.
Have you ever had sex with an enemy? Again, not to my knowledge.
Are you a tease? Hell yes.
Are you a flirt? Yes.
Where's the craziest place you've ever had sex? Oh my gosh, umm..at the circus?
Have you ever been caught having sex? I've been caught more than a handful of times.
What's the most embarrassing sex story you have? Umm..my aunt was visiting one summer, and my mistake was assuming no one was home because when she came down for a late night snack, she found me in a compromising position with this really hot guy. I was fourteen and she tried giving us a sex talk.
How long was your longest relationship? Four months?
Who was your longest relationship with? This guy Andre I grew up with in France. He was visiting one summer, and when he went back to France we split. I haven't heard from him since.
How long was your shortest relationship? Two days.
Who was your shortest relationship with? Bray. We tried being a couple after we gave each other our virginity, but, anything more than friends was awkward.
Have you ever received a poem? Yes, actually.
Have you ever received flowers? Yes! my favorite, orchids and lilies!
What was the best/sweetest gift you've ever received? A painted portrait of myself with a poem. It was really sweet. He spent months on that oil painting and writing the perfect poem to go with it.
Do you like Valentine's day? It's not my favorite holiday.
Do you believe in love at first sight? No.
Do you fall in love quickly? Actually, I don't fall in love.
Are you a player? Proudly.
Are you a romantic? Soetimes.
Have you ever kissed some one of the same sex? Yes.
Would you ever kiss some one of the same sex? Better, I have.
Have you ever had sexual relations of some one of the same sex? No.
Would you ever have sexual relations with some one of the same sex? I'd probably have to be really drunk.
Have you ever kissed more than one person in the same day? Yes.
Have you ever had sex with more than one person in the same day? Most likely.
Have you ever at sex with more than one person at the same time? I haven't gone that far yet.
Have you ever cried over some one? Yes, I have.
Have you ever dumped some one? All the time.
Have you ever been dumped? Once or twice.
Have you ever rejected some one? Yes, I'm not easy or completely slutty.
Have you ever been rejected? Not that I can recall.
Do you have a lot of ex's? I have..a few.
Are you a slut/manwhore? A smidge.
Have you ever been called a slut/manwhore? Oh, yes.
Have you ever dated some one more than once? No.
Do you ever make the first move? Sure.
Do you prefer double dates or single? Single.
Do you want to get married? It's not something I think about on a daily basis, but..I guess..


What's your favorite hair color? I love brunettes or black hair.
Do you prefer short hair or long hair? Short.
What's your favorite eye color? Oh my gosh..brown, green or hazel.
What's your favorite style? Rleaxed. I like a guy who can be comfortable in his own skin.
What's your favorite body type? Average with a bit of build.
What age do you prefer? I like guys a few years older than me.
What's your height preference? At least six foot.
Do you prefer boxers or briefs? Definitely boxers.
Do you prefer thongs, g-strings, bikinis, or granny panties? I love a girl in a thong.
What's your favorite physical trait? Eyes and Hands. Tongues are also an important feature.
What's your favorite personality trait? He has to be tough, and bad boyish, but he also has to be patient, mature, intelligent, understanding, and caring.
Do you care about looks? Yes, but I'm not completely shallow either.
What's more important, looks or personality? Personality.
What's your idea of a perfect date? I really don't date, but i suppose it would be a night out dancing, dinner and a walk on the beach?


Are you a bitch? Yes.
Are you a daydreamer? Rarely.
Are you shy? Not even a little.
Are you talkative? I can be.
Are you energetic? It really depends.
Are you happy? For the most part..
Are you depressed? Not really, but I can have my moments..
Are you funny? Sometimes.
Are you slutty? A smidge.
Are you boring? Not even a little.
Are you mean? I can be.
Are you nice? I can be.
Are you caring? I like to think so.
Are you trustworthy? yes I am.
Are you confident? Most days.
Are you friendly? I like to think I am. it really depends on who you are.
Are you smart? Yes.
Are you sarcastic? Noooo. Very.
Are you dependable? Most of the time.
Are you quiet? not in the least.
Are you wierd? Isn't everyone?.
Are you adaptable? It depends on the circumstances.
Are you emotionally strong? Not really.
Are you physically strong? Yes I am.
Are you mature? Yes.
Are you logical? Very.
Are you religious? Somewhat.
Are you modest? Not really.
Are you indecisive? I normally know what I want.
Are you sympathetic? For the most part.
Are you polite? Umm..sometimes.
Are you creative? Somewhat.
Are you fun to be around? Most definitely.
Are you lovable? Of course.
Are you easily amused? Kind of.
Are you outgoing? This is a hell yes.
Are you daring? I'm always up for adventure.
Are you clumsy? Every now and then.
Are you nosy? Not really, ..maybe a little.
Are you scary? I don't think I am.
Are you optimistic? It really depends on the day and situation.
Are you persuasive? Severely.
Are you a good listener? I can be.
Are you curious? Who isn't?
Are you determined? I'm determined towards my interests, some things I really don't give a damn about.
Are you artistic? Very little.
Are you honest? For the most part.
Are you respectful? I am towards most people.
Are you conceited? A bit.
Are you boastful? A wee bit.
Are you self absorbed? A little, but nothing too dramatic.
Are you controlling? I can be towards some things.
Are you playful? Defnitely.
Are you easy going? I can be very relaxed depending on the time.
Are you carefree? i am towards certain things, but for the most part, no.
Are you hot headed? It's been known to happen.
Are you serious? If the time calls for it.
Are you thoughtful? Yes.
Are you considerate? Yes.
Are you stubborn? Oh yes.
Are you ambitious? Yes.
Are you jealous? Again, it depends.
Are you insecure? Sometimes I am, but, that's normal in teenage girls.
Are you obsessive? Not really.
Are you attentive? I am a very observant person.
Are you helpful? Yes.
Are you punctual? I prefer to be fashionably late.
Are you organized? It's really sickening how organized I am.
Are you rational? Most definitely.
Are you sincere? I am when the time calls for it.
Are you tolerant? I am towards certain things.


Can you speak more than one language? I can speak French and Latin on top of English.
Do you/did you do well in school? I do amazingly well in school.
Do you collect anything? I collect candles. it's fairly ridiculous.
Do you have an obsession? One word, coffee.
Do you ever smile for no reason? Oh yes.
Do you ever talk to yourself? I tend to do this often.
Do you have any regrets? I am going to take a bet and say every one does, ut if I had to be specific, I would probably try and be less sexually active and I never would have started heroin.
Do you believe in sex before marriage? Obviously.
Do you trust people easily? Not even a little.
Do you forgive easily? Absolutely not.
What's a secret no one knows about you? My mother is alive, I just tell people she died giving birth to me because it's easier than reliving the painful memories.
Do you get along with your family? Yes I do. ;D
How do you vent your anger? I usually wind up hurting someone or something.
What are some of your hobbies? Dancing, running, soccer, photography, parties, shopping, hanging out with friends, movie nights, exercise, clubbing, horseback riding, playing guitar, playing bass, playing piano, throwing french fits when she is upset, makeovers, trips to the spa, drinking with friends, painting her toe nails when she is upset, straightening her hair, getting her nails done, singing in the shower, singing into a hair brush, kareoke, dancing around in her underwear when getting dressed in the morning, drinking coffee, and going on adventures during spontaneous moments.
What are some of your strengths? Intelligence, persuasive, her father, her cousin, physical strength, reading people, street smart, bilingual, dancing, organization, rational, artistic, logical, can fix automobiles, good with her hands, quick on her toes, speedy, and witty.
What are some of your flaws and weaknesses? Her mother, falling in love, making plans, spending daddy's money, the scars remaining on her body that constantly remind her of her haunting past, the mask of smiles and perfection she wears, replacing her heartbreaking reality with rainbows and butterflies, being well put together, and letting her emotions build up
What's your most embarrassing moment? I most definitely walked into a pole on vacation with my friends in cancun one morning when I tried to go a day without coffee.
What's your main goal in life? I want to believe in love, and then find it because right now my perspective on it is a little screwy.
What are your fears? My father's death, spiders and clowns.
Do you play an instrument? I can play the guitar, the bass, and the piano.

As cliche as this may sound, i was born on a rainy, autumn night while dark clouds hovered overhead, flashes of light danced in the sky and thunder roared in applause.
My father was the best doctor in Paris, France. In fact, I believe they called him a diagnostician, and as you can imagine, my family was quite wealthy, and I grew up watching my father save lives every day. I quickly became daddy's little girl and he became my best friend, but as white as our picket fence may have seemed from the outside, our family was far from perfect.
I was only two when my mother's symptoms of postpartum depression really began to show, and while my father prescribed her medication, he couldn't have known that she would have refused to take it while he was running around at work. Daddy became a stranger to me, and my mother became the person who would disconnect the light from my happy and light world.
I was two and I had already endured more physical pain than my the average human had in their whole life. My mother blamed her depression on me. She labeled herself a horrible mother, and blamed me for being conceived in the first place. I remember waddling away from her with pigtails in my hair trying to escape the next burn, cut or bruise. I remember hiding in the darkest corner of my closet while she screamed at me, yelled at the top of her lungs that it was my fault that she never spent any time with the love of her life anymore. I became the reason why he had to work more hours. It was my fault that they needed more money. She would insist I wasn't worthy of supporting, I wasn't worthy of their attention, love or time. I remember sitting in that dark closet where she couldn't find me sobbing silent sobs until my father came home.
The pain and abuse continued for a few more months before my father began to grow ill, spending more time at home, and it was then he began to notice the bruises, the burns and every last cut. I remember him forcing me to tell him who'd hurt me, and just when I thought my life would be okay again, I fond myself sitting in that dark closet again, this time crying not so silent sobs as daddy yelled at mommy, throwing things against the wall.
Mommy went away that year, and daddy spent less time at work to focus on getting better and to take care of me. He told me over and over again that none of it had ever been my fault. He had always assured me that mommy had been sick, and that I was his angel.
The nightmares remained, but life became brighter again, and daddy became my best friend again.
Daddy got better in time, and life went on. Of course, I grew to be your typical teenager, both rebellious and wild, but I remained responsible through it all, and enjoyed my childhood.
I wish I could tell you my life was even fairly more interesting than that, but life is only seemingly perfect and ordinary for so long, right?
I'm seventeen now, and I've been living in the United States for about eleven years now, New York City to be more specific. Not only could I start a life where no one knew me, but I could be free from every memory of those horrid memories.
I'm just a normal girl living one day at a time, and trying to survive, focusing my time on school, friends, dancing, family and work.

how can i decide what's right?.

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RIIIIIING!

That was it, the indication that fourth period had begun, and while most of the seniors who had study hall this period wasted no time in escaping the jail that bind them here every day for nine and a half months. Most of them would hop in their cars and go for an hour long joy ride, and some would run off to the library to study, yet others would simply head off to the courtyard to catch some fresh air and enjoy the warm weather Australia had to offer.

While Caprice would have usually been using the opportunity to spend time with Decklen or Summer, or even sun bathe in the courtyard or on their schools stadium field, she found herself with a trouble mind and heart pacing back and forth in front of classroom number two hundred and forty.

She'd never quite understood how they'd come up with the numbers for the classrooms in this school, but today, the big, black, bold numbers painted on every wooden door lining the empty hallways was the last thing on her mind. Instead, memories of her summer's past flooded her mind, between sweet kisses and steamy, foggy sexual intercourse. They'd had dinner, lunch, and breakfast together, walked along the beach holding hands, spent lazy afternoons watching movies or playing video games, and on endlessly romantic and perfect nights they would spend their time getting to know everything about each other. Their fling had been her ideal vision of a relationship, and when the summer was over, she was called back home into the loving arms of her boyfriend, and he was called back to work. Never had she expected to see Maxwell Read in her first period English class..teaching the class!

Caprice's heels clicked against the marble floor as she took deep breaths, one right after another, attempting to calm her racing heart and ease her nerves.

"This can't happen.."

She nodded her head in agreement with herself, taking another deep breath before continuing, still pacing outside of the empty classroom, the classroom she knew he was sitting inside of creating a curriculum or putting together a homework assignment.

"He's a teacher..and you're his student..and you didn't know!"

It had sounded more convincing in her head than it had out loud in the empty hallways. It was consoling to know that he had been just as surprised to see her, however, as she had been to see him.

Caprice played over the past few months events in her head. She still couldn't understand how she'd missed it, how she hadn't known he was a teacher at her school. Neither of this had seen this coming, and while Caprice wasn't big on surprises, she was big on fairy tales, fate and serendipitous occurrences.

Picking her feet up, the feisty brunette began pacing back and forth again, her heels echoing throughout the bare hallways as she desperately attempted to organize her thoughts, make any sense out of the situation at all. She was scared out of her wits at the moment.

Caprice had always known her heart belonged to Decklen. Their group of friends had hung out together since grade school or longer, and while she hadn't truly known Decklen until seventh grade, she'd known at hello that he would be the one to take care of her for the rest of her life through drunken rages and sincere moments. It wasn't long until the two hit it off, becoming best friends, and eventually, lovers.

Now, with the cheating mess he'd created, she'd drowned her sorrows in shots of whiskey and beers. leading her to Max, a rebound man she'd never believed she'd see again, and while she could have wished away the memories, pretended none of it had ever happened to subside her guilty conscience, she would have been lying to herself, she would have been untrue to her heart which had become completely infatuated with him. He was everything she'd been wishing for and more.

"Ugh!"

She groaned, sliding her back against the wall before plopping down on the ground, running her hands through her hair out of frustration. She couldn't believe this was happening, and at the same time, she couldn't completely say she was sorry it had.

"Mr. Read.."

Caprice wrinkled her nose up at the sound of the name the man had given to his class today. It had made him sound so old, and it made her feel uncomfortable thinking of him with the title mister. She'd grown so used to Max that any other title sounded odd belonging to him.

"Oh boy.."

Oh boy was right and she was ready to give in. What exactly she was giving into was unclear at the moment.

all the things she said, all the things she said
running through my head, running through my mind, running through my head
all the things she said, all the things she said
running through my head, all the things she said
this is not enough

Caprice lifted herself from the ground taking one more deep breath before placing her hand on the silver knob of the heavy, wooden door, but she paused again, biting her bottom lip gently. Her heart had begun pounding again, and she couldn't believe she was about to do this. Half of her knew she had to for his sake, and for hers. She had to be strong, fight against her weak, and fragile teenage heart to protect both of them.

i'm in serious shit, i feel totally lost
if i'm asking for help, it's only because
being with you has opened my eyes
could i ever believe such a perfect surprise?

Slowly turning the knob to the door, she felt paralyzed, her whole being growing numb as she tried to center herself from having been torn between two different worlds.

i keep asking myself, wondering how
i keep closing my eyes, but i can't block you out
wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
nobody else, so we can be free

There wasn't any other time, there was a here and now, and this couldn't wait any longer. Biting harder onto her bottom lip, a look of pain crossed her face as she looked over her shoulder one last time to make sure they'd be alone. and when she was almost positive they were, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for a miracle.

all the things she said, all the things she said
running through my head, running through my head, running through my head
all the things she said, all the things she said
running through my head, running through my head, all the things she said
this is not enough, this is not enough

Dodging into the classroom in a quick and swift motion as if she were a government spy lurking around the building, Caprice practically slammed the door behind her, quickly straightening her posture and smiling sweetly towards the charming brunette.

"Hi.."

She waved her hand in an over dramatic gesture before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. This was unreal, facing the man she'd spent all summer infatuated with in an awkward face to face.

i'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
they say it's my fault but i want her so much
wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
come in over my face, wash away all the shame

Her cheeks were a pale pink color as she tried connecting the perfect words she had up in her head with the words that would roll off of the tip of her tongue, and as she struggled with the adjustment, she remained silent, a pain stricken look on her face.

She never spoke, instead, she stood struggling with the temptation to march up to him and press her lips against her, but there's only so long you could fight temptation.

when they stop and stare, don't worry me
cause i'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me
i can try to pretend, i can try to forget
but it's driving me mad, going out of my head

Caprice let go of everything in that moment, including her strength and independence, and in the heat of the moment, looking into his coffee shaded eyes, she marched right up to him, placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him, her lips pressing firmly against his. She needed it back, the warmth he brought when he held her in his arms, and the weakness that surged throughout her body every time their lips met in a passionate embrace.

She couldn't get herself together, she was soaking in the pain of all of it, and while she allowed herself to continue kissing him, her mind race back to thoughts of Decklen. She'd promised him he'd had her heart all along, but it was a lie. The truth was, her heart was drifting, and while this couldn't possibly work, she still felt herself losing grip on the realty she'd just found was a lie.

Pulling back, she took a step back, looking, boldly, and directly into his eyes.

"I'm sorry.."

Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She felt terrible for having lied to him.

"I am so sorry for having lied.."

She paused, collecting her thoughts and taking a deep breath before speaking again.

"I shouldn't have, but you can't deny what we felt.."

She said it without hesitation, knowing he'd felt as completely infatuated with her as she'd been with him. Everything they'd had was completely, and undeniably real.

"that doesn't change just because of this..how old I really am, and who we are.."

She was one hundred percent positive in every word she spoke, but she'd lost track of why she'd truly come into the classroom, and when she'd organized herself enough to remember, the pain started all over again, butterflies quickly multiplying and fluttering in her stomach while she grew nauseous and a lump formed in her throat.

"If I had known..I would have stopped it so it wouldn't come to this..Max.."

Max. As accustomed as she'd become to calling him by that name, it sounded so inappropriate in their current position, standing in a classroom. She started her sentence over, finding the strength to carry her through her words, grudgingly speaking them.

"Max, I just don't think this would be good for either of us."

She stood strong to back her words up, although any one in their right mind could see how weak she truly was under all of it. She didn't want to speak them. She wanted him to push his papers aside and lay her on his desk before taking complete control of her.

"You have your career to look at and I have.."

She paused, not believing at first, the words that were about to come out of her mouth. As much as she loved Decklen, and as terrible as she'd felt about all of this, she couldn't bring herself to believe that Decklen was the one any more.

"my relationship...."

She twisted her lips in an unpleasant form, looking down to the ground, folding her arms across her chest, praying he wouldn't take a word she'd just said seriously. Praying he wouldn't believe her. Caprice could only hope that right now would be the moment some one called her out on a bluff.

mother, looking at me
tell me what do you see?
yes, i've lost my mind

daddy, looking at me
will i ever be free?
have i crossed the line?

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