Post by HUNTER LEIGH FOLIGNO on Oct 28, 2010 1:24:14 GMT -5
HUNTINGTON LEIGH FOLIGNO
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NAME: Hunter Leigh Foligno
AGE: twenty
BIRTHDAY: August 13, 1990
GENDER: female
ORIENTATION: heterosexual
HOMETOWN: Charleston, SC
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: SINGLE, holla
OCCUPATION: Citizen, Waitress in a restaurant
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[/li][li]PERSONALITY: The girl's hair spilled down her back to her shoulder blades in straight strands of artificial orange and choppy bangs covered her forehead. Her skin was pale and that of set her almond shaped brown eyes and plump pink lips that were normally upturned in a quaint smile. Her nose was small, proportionate to her face. She wasn't the tallest girl in the crowd, barely five foot four inches. And her mother had always been concerned with how unnaturally thin she was, but she was healthy even at her weight, which baffled everyone. As for style, Hunter really didn't possess much. She dressed comfortably: jeans, a tank top and a zip-up hoodie were her definition of normal attire. Of course, she'd dress a tad bit nicer on outings with friends or when the occasion required her to dress formally, but the girl was fine with dressing with whatever she grabbed off the top of the hamper. Hunter normally hides her septum ring in her nose, and a small jeweled Monroe is present on the left side of her face. Across her back and shoulder blades is a black and white tattooed banner that reads, 'Loyalty is fleeting", reflecting her view on how hard it is to find reliable people in the world today.
Growing up in Charleston was nasty business. The humidity would suck the life right out of you. And perhaps the honesty and morals, too. That's what it did to her father, at least. He left her mother when she was ten for his mistress. And so, Hunter adopted her belief that people lacked a sense of loyalty and faithfulness, especially men, at an early age. After this, her mother grew distant, so Hunter was forced to grow up fast. Fortunately, she adapted to social environments quickly, so school was never difficult for her. Upon graduating high school, Hunter pursued her brooding culinary career. She promised herself, though, she would let little to no one in. The only thing bigger than Hunter's heart was her sense of distrust. If only you could bring down her guard, you'd see what a truly spectacular girl she was. Crush, her puppy, is the only thing that truly has her heart.
LIKES:
- Los Campesinos!
- Freelance Whales
- Cooking, particularly pastries and desserts
- Her introverted lifestyle
- Red heads
- Crush, her Sheltie Puppy
- Making art, particularly by using Prismacolor pencils
- Her 2001 Toyota Highlander: she's had it since she started driving
- Reading and writing her own short stories
- Food
DISLIKES:
- Trusting people
- Her inability to ever save money
- Religion
- Rejection
- Being Late
- Spending any lengthy amount of time with her family
- Heels
- Seafood
- Liars
- Heat
FEARS:
- Being alone forever
- Being betrayed once she finally lets someone in
HOPES:
- to meet someone worth trusting
- To own her own restaurant.
WEAKNESSES:
- Distrustful
- Pessimistic
- Impatient
STRENGTHS:
- Punctual
- Honest
- Goal-Oriented
SECRETS: She's agnostic, which she tries to hide from her mother since religion is so important to her.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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PARENTS: Vivian Anne Spencer, 54 and Gregory Scott Foligno, 57: Divorced
PETS: Crush.
SIBLINGS: None.
HISTORY: Born Huntington, she quickly established she was to be called Hunter and nothing else. Hunter is the epitome of an average American kid. She grew up in the sickening humidity that is Charleston, South Carolina. Her parents were religiously devout, dragging her to church every Sunday morning from the day she was born. With all that God talk, you'd think they'd listen to watch the preacher sat up on that pedestal and reinforced in to their minds. But as soon as they got back in the car, the arguing resumed. Hunter learned to tune it out at a very young age. The fighting never escalated to hitting, but at the age of twelve, her mother explained to her as she packed Hunters toys and other belongings, that sometimes, people just wake up and realize they don't love each other any more. Perturbed, Hunter just listened to her mother for a while, never questioning why they moved in to a small apartment in downtown Charleston without her father.
Shortly after Hunter and her mother moved out on their own, Hunter was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. Of course, she found it utterly unfair how she couldn't eat like a normal kid. Halloween became a holiday that ceased to be celebrated. The disease compromised her immune system, so she caught every cold and flu that came her way. If the girl missed an insulin injection, her blood sugar would sky rocket and make her physically ill. She hated it, and it became just another thing her mother's God had taken away from her. She just wanted to be normal. As the hospital and insurance bills soared, Hunter felt like a burden, but her mother assured her there was a solution that would soon be "delivered" to them. And this solution was in the form of a sleazy new boyfriend, who unknown to Hunter, would shortly become her step-father.
When Hunter was sixteen, her mother decided she was old enough to know why her mother had just fallen out of love with her father. Of course, upon hearing about his affair, she hated her father. She didn't understand why, even if her mother wasn't a good enough reason to be faithful, why she, his daughter, was enough, either. She began to develop her sense of distrust from this situation. Her mother re-marrying to a man she just met also added to her affliction. This new man, Chad, was a shady character. He looked at Hunter like she was a burden, and when her mother wasn't in the room, he spoke to her even worse. He may have been her mother's husband, but that man would never be anything to Hunter, especially not her dad.
Her job in a restaurant secured her a safe haven to get away from her mother and her new husband. As awkward and shy as she was, she had an immensely easy time talking to her customers and taking food orders. Working with food just came so naturally to her, that she slowly realized how much it intrigued her. She began cooking at home for her mother, experimenting with spices and new food combinations. Her mother realized her daughter had a gift in the early stages of her culinary exploration.
Hunter enrolled at the Art Institute of Charleston for culinary arts shortly after that. Cooking was something that finally made Hunter happy. As rough as her home life could be, just jumping in the kitchen and making a little meal or pastry for herself could put a smile on her face, her mind distracted with beautiful aromas of food. She believed she finally found her niche.
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She'd spent the past few days reminiscing, and she found it deplorable. From day one, Ryan told her he couldn't give her his emotions, and she kept pressing, assuming he was just scared of commitment. She had already made him fully aware of her issues involving trust as well. And he'd promised not to test the boundaries of the leash she'd given him. But promises really don't mean much these days. Sipping on her melting caramel frappuchino, she let one of those memories slip in.[/font][/blockquote][/size]
They sat there in the inexorable heat with the windows down, the stupid paper origami crane she made him hanging from his rear view fluttering erratically between the two, conversation subdued. She studied the crisp folds of the bird, dancing and spinning from its cord attach to the mirror. In so many ways, she believed that crane described them; flittering every directions, dancing unsurely in the breeze, hesitant, daring, and fragile. She looked back at him. His eyes were lost on the road. It was instances like these where the girl provoked herself to form words, educated sentences for intelligent conversation. But everything she wanted to discuss, everything she found brooding and exciting was still many levels below where his intellect revolved.
The traffic light brought his dark blue SUV to a halt. She looked up and the red light burning against the hazy summer sky.
She understood that at this point, like it was always supposed to have been, that the extent of what he could give her was merely physical, and she comprehended it more than he perceived she did.
“You’re quiet today.” His observation startled her as it broke the silent spell between them. She took her eyes off the light to look at him. Inquisitively, his pale blue eyes were fixed dead into hers, the breeze whipping in and playing with that fiery red hair of his that she was ever so fond of and shifting it gently.
“No,” the girl drew out; breaking the binding look he was holding her with. “Just, pensive.” she sighed, looking into her lap where her phone always sat. Her eyes were reflected in the dark screen, a soft, yet bitter expression burning back at her. Just then, the warm touch of his fingers on her knee shocked her, and she gasped a little. Yet it was so intoxicating that it was melting the anger she was trying to convince herself she had against him.
“What’s on your mind?” his question exploded in her head. The eyes of her reflection narrowed and all the things he’d ever said to her played through her mind at once. It was like a dam had burst and the rushing water flooded every part of her brain. An overwhelming wave rolled through every functioning part of her mind and she could feel it, splashing against the inside walls of her skull, turning over and over with a turbulent current that made forming coherent thoughts impossible.
Maybe she should have addressed the biggest factor that was gnawing away at her: his sketchy behavior and how he began to hide his phone from her. There were all sorts of tangents she could spin off on, startling him with her sudden lash of resentment towards him. He rarely ever saw the girl estranged at all, because she generally lied to him about the vexation burning on her tongue. She'd give trivial excuses then look down to busy her hands with something so he couldn’t persist in his quest to pry out the truth. She always bit her tongue because she knew confronting all the demons they’d created would not only afflict her, but it would be the culmination of the two, what they were. And even though they weren’t much to say, she still felt complete when she was with him. And she would never tell him that. She acknowledged the peace of mind she would gain if she were to divulge her true thoughts to him, but she didn’t want to end the most real, defining thing in her life at the moment, either. She'd finally let another person in, and here her worst fear was unfolding in her lap and holding her hand at the same time.
Whenever she got in these temperaments, he always knew and he always pried and inquired, but she was quick at fabricating believable excuses. She never wanted him to know about the internal debate she had with herself over his faithfulness and her lack of trust in him.
He applied a slight pressure to her knee.
“What are you thinking about?” her mind once again quickly debated with itself, and yet again, instead of delving into the truths of her perplexities, she just shrugged.
“Irrelevant things.” Her eyes flickered back up to his innocently. He sighed and opened his mouth to add something else, but she quickly cut him off. “You need gas.” she noticed that while she’d been contending with herself, the little orange light next to his gas gauge had flickered on. His eyes became distracted with the little notification.
“Hmph.” she slumped in her seat with relief as he concentrated back on the road. Her hand rose to her hair and began sifting thru it, pulling strand from strand as his hand remained on her knee. She watched the horizon pass as they drove down the highway, hotels, resorts, and condo buildings splotching the sky and hiding her view of the ocean every now and then.
They were supposed to be working: they were on the clock and being paid for what their manager thought was marketing. Although with all the time they’d been spending together, she was becoming suspicious that he was conscious of what was really going on.
She guessed it didn't matter what their manager thought, she simply enjoyed just sitting in the car with the sun warming her legs as he sang to ‘Los Campesinos!’ songs and made goofy smiles at her, the warm summer breeze pouring in through the open windows and whipping her hair gently about her sun glass covered face, the setting sun creating the perfect atmosphere for a steamy night.
And then the text messages ceased. The phone calls dwindled from every day to once a week. She longed for how things used to be, but Ryan was fading from her life faster than she knew which way to look.
Dissecting memories of Ryan always caught whatever she was drinking or eating in her throat, and she casually tried to clear her airway and stirred the straw of her beverage. She knew what she had to do. Missing him wouldn't bring him back. Hell, he was back in Charleston with who knows. She tried to focus on a bit of wisdom her mother gave her on the phone a few nights back.
"You'll never find the right person if you never let go of the wrong one." She smiled at the recollection of her mother's words. After so many years of neglecting her responsibility of providing motherly guidance, Hunter's mother finally intervened in her life as Hunter moved out for college. She was glad she at least had one person in this conflicting world.
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