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Abigail Darson

"I'm proud to be called weird, it's just the first sign I'm having fun."

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a character in “What Happened at Rockwell”, as played by IceFoxJess

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What's my Name? It’s:Abigail Darson
Number of Candles on my Last Cake: I’m seventeen, turning eighteen in a couple of weeks.
You really can’t tell? I’m a: Girl, seriously. If not I really need to go by some new clothes.
I’m: a Senior.
I’m, more Often Then Not, Called a: Artsy. You know that group that made up of the drama, art, and choir groups. We have a few band geeks and dancers thrown in as well. We usually embrace the more creative, unique side of life. Call us attention seeking, call us weird. All we know is we’re having fun!
How the Hell is This Your Business?!: Seriously?! You guys are getting a little personal aren’t you? Well if you must know, I’m pretty darn sure I’m straight. Sure it might confuse people when I joke flirt with a few girls I know, but guys are my type. Sorry if I disappointed anyone, you have t be pretty darn special for me to even consider, but eh, ninety-nine point nine percent of the time I prefer guys.

Height: Five foot Six
Weight:Hundred and twelve
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black.
Eye Color: Green.

What the Mirror Doesn't Show: Abby has a bad habit of saying what she thinks at times, even if it‘s more then a little insensitive. It’s not like she always means to, it just slips out. She tries her best to try and watch her mouth when she talks to her friends or their parents, but she’s the kind of girl who calls people on their bull. Abigail, at heart, is a loving girl, but she has trouble showing it at times, her family often uses humor or sarcasm to show affection a lot of the time, so she really has trouble expressing it in the most common ways sometimes. Some could call her blunt, sarcastic, even at times a little mean, but that's not all true. It’s more of a mask then anything.

Abby is the girl you can count on to have your back, to be there for you when you need someone to back you up, and try to make things right. You could kill the Pope in Italy and she would yell she helped just to try and get some of the Catholic mob’s attention off you. Abby is the girl who would jump out of a third story window, into the bed of a Ford pickup full of a pillows and a mattress or two, on a dare. She see’s everyday could be her last, so why waste it? She might not always thinks before she acts but, if she does someone wrong, and she doesn't think they deserved it, or if she plainly just gets caught she’ll own up to it with that cocky grin or smirk on her face, on the rare occasion even an apology. Abby has had a bad habit of getting herself in trouble with her mischievous attitude. She was probably the first fourth grader to ever put the paints in the art room on a spring loaded pad, that she ‘barrowed’ from her brothers, and caused her own self decorating adventure on the pail yellow classroom, not to mention what got on her and her classmates. Some could say Abigail is easily flustered which is actually pretty true, she blushes at the drop of a hat. Which often contradicts her sense of humor at times, since when she feels comfortable with someone, she can be a bit of a flirt, but she is rarely serious, just enjoying the wittiness and slight perverted comebacks at times.

Though Abby’s not all smiles and giggles. She easily gets annoyed, but she’ll stomach it if it’s for a friend, she’ll bite her tongue and go on. Though once she finally snaps, it’s either she lash’s out and, doesn't stop until she either draws tears or blood or just until she gets even. Though on very rare occasions she’ll forgive without returning the hurt, but you better watch it, she won’t do it twice. Abby, on her own is actually not as tough, or strong, as she acts, most of it is either her inability to really think before she acts, which makes her seem brave, she just doesn't back down from a challenge, it doesn't mean she’s not scared the whole time she does it. Abigail has a frail side to her but she tries her best to not show it too often, but in all Jade is a sweet, fun loving girl who just has a bark that’s far worse then her bite. You just have to stop and look.

A Stroll Down Memory Lane: Abigail is the youngest daughter of four kids, the third child of the bunch born to Gina and Jacob, Darson. Abby started out as the quiet, frail child of the bunch, She being born three months early, her father not listening to dear old mom when she said to take the interstate, twice, she might add, and got himself and his dear wife caught in the incoming snow storm, so as result, she was born in the backset of her father Mustang. She being born with a few health problems, most notably her heart. So all thorough her childhood her big brothers and father worried and watched over her constantly, hardly letting her out of there sight. Her father eventually let up after he was satisfied with her heart medication, he couldn‘t waste his time all the time. As the years passed, Abby grew out of her shell, becoming more, notably outgoing, or, more like mischievous, maybe she was just acting out...or maybe she just had fun. That's for her to know.

Now her family she has two elder brothers, Daniel, the responsible, serious, book worm of the two; it’s no exaggeration to say that he took an almost maternal role of the house, being that their parents are never home, so Daniel took the role of a mother of sorts, being the fact he took care of most of the house work, and cooking, and kicked the other kids butts in gear to take care of the chores he assigned them. He is also the one who will sit there and listen to what's on your mind, not a judging thought crossing his mind. He is the less openly protective of the twins, to him she’ll always be that innocent, bright eyed little girl clinging to her teddy bear who needs her big brothers to protect her at every turn, though, he‘s slowly growing use to the fact that she‘s practically an adult, but it doesn't mean he likes it. Then there is Jax, has been know to have been in a rather...violent crowed when he went to Lupin High, he seeming to always find a way to get in trouble or arrested. Though he quit the “group” a few years back, he isn’t as involved as he use to be, not wanting his family to get mixed up in it anymore, but he still keeps in touch with a few of his old friends. He took the role of the overly protective sibling, an almost fatherly role in the house. Scaring away anyone he thought would do his sibling harm, and if scaring doesn't work...Well Abby never did know what happened to that creepy old pedo who used to live down the street. Then last, but not lest, Joey, her little brother. He’s what you would call shy. In truth Joey is only their half brother, a product of an affair her mom had on one of her trips. He always gets clung to by Abby, always hugging the akward boy out of no where, but once he lossens up, he can be a bit of a goofball, though thanks to years of bullying, he is a bit drawn in when he’s in public.

Her mother Gina wasn’t around a lot because she often worked out of town as a traveling photographer, a successful one, but at the cost of being successful she is almost always gone, hardly ever home for holidays or birthdays, but she always remembers to send her kids presents from her travels. Then theirs her dad, Jacob, he is a doctor, a surgeon actually, on quite a few occasions he’s been called out of town for consults and such, but usually he’s either at work, asleep, or out with some friends, but a few of the kids believe he’s out with one of the nurses from the hospital. Which honestly piss’s Jax and Daniel off, Abby, well Abby’s not sure if she‘s more sad or angry. Maybe the absents of her parents is what made Abigail such a little handful, always seeming to cause some sort of mischief around town, pulling some pranks on people, more often then not on the crabs and hateful teachers. Though she always had a reason she thought was good, be it for them hurting some poor animal who was on their lawn, for unfairly punishing somebody. Though if it concerned the school slut, Tonya Clarks, it was mostly out of pure meanness, and a little pay back; ever since kindergarten it seems the two girls had loved nothing more then to torture the other. It all started with Abby accidentally knocking a thing of finger paints on Tonya’s snot green sundress, and the Tonya poring a carton of milk down the back of Abby’s shirt, and well, things just got worse from there.

When she hit the ninth grade, little Abby, bear here, actually went out for a sports team, after constant hours of her brothers “persuading“, Gymnastics. Though she didn’t exactly fit in with a whole lot of that crowed, especially the vice-caption Tonya, but she stayed with it since she saw it as another art form, and found a few friends to stay for. Though she also joined the art club. Her pranking seemed to mellow out a bit, when by some miracle of God, she made caption of the team, also she's even apart of the film making and photography club. Though you could still occasionally find her in the principles office, or even the detention room.

Though Abigail has done more then just cause trouble for some of the most distasteful bunch that she didn’t consider good in her book, like for instance three Christmases back, the mayor was trying to get it where no one wasn’t allowed to call a Christmas tree a Christmas tree, it could only be called a holiday tree. Now that motivated Jade to do something productive. She got her friends and a few kids from school to sit out with her in front of the town hall protesting this, and well before she knew it, ten kids turned to thirty, thirty to sixty, then finally most of the schools student population was out their protesting, one kid even brought their laptop and projector, they played Christmas songs out of the cars all day and night while they had Christmas movies playing on the wall of the building next to the town hall. It was one hell of a time, and in the end they won.

Abby is sort of looking forward to this camping trip, but yet is sort of dreading it. She hasn’t been camping since she was ten. she just hopes she remembers how.

Personal Issues: Her temper and grudge holding is one of her meny flaws, and lack of being able to turn down a challenge, which coincidently goes with her being a bit of an Adrenalin junky. Physically her heart is a little weak, nothing exactly lethal if she keeps on her meds, but she gets tired easily if she has to run for long periods of time.

Melissophobia- Fear of bees.
Taphephobia-Fear of being buried alive
Aichmophobia- Fear of needles
Eremophobia- Fear of loneliness.{Mainly she fears dieing alone, ending up all alone in the end.}

What I Brought Along:

Backpack:
Large main pocket:
* About two weeks worth of cloths.{Shirts, tank tops, skirts, shorts and pants, including panties and bras.
* Toiletries.{Two bottles of shampoo, one strawberry, the other orchid, two bars of dove soap, two bottles of body wash, both one cherry blossom and almonds and a bottle of vanilla body wash, two tubes of spearmint toothpaste and a tooth brush.}
* Hair brush
* Hair accessories{Scrunches, bands, pins, hair clips.}
* Make-up
* About ten or twelve accessories
* Three sticks of Deodorant, two bottles of body mist and one bottle of perfume
* Two pairs of tennis shoes and a pair of high tops.
* Four DVDs{One Action flick, two Horror, one romance comedy.}
* Three PJ’s, two pairs of Victoria Secret boxers, with t-shirts, one over sized t-shirt, and one pair of short shorts and a tank top.
* Portable DVD player
* Sketchbook and mechanical pencils
* Box of Gram crackers and chocolate.
* Somehow stuffed a pillow in there.
* Two Bekinies
* A towl

Right Side pack pocket:
* Her I-Pod touch
* A deck of cards
* Her heart meds
* Pocketknife{You never know when you need a pocket knife.}
* Pepper spray her brothers made her pack
* Two box’s of chocolate pocky, and one of strawberry.

Middle pocket:
* Pack of Marshmallows
* Samsung Propel
* Sack and a length of rope
* First aid kit{With another bottle of her heart meds in it.}
* Two packs of filtered cigarettes
* DvD player charger

Very front pocket:
* Three bags of Beef Jerky
* Two bags of Chexs mix
* Lighter
*Three bottles of water

Left side pocket:
* Tent
* Water bottle

Tied on top:
*Black, goose down, sleeping bag


Oh, Yeah! Better look at her face. Her ears are pierced three times, and her navel pierced. Has an tattoo around her navel as well, she learnt to never go with the gymnastics team to a party. She was just glad they didn‘t talk her into getting a tattoo anywhere else.

So begins...

Abigail Darson's Story