Post by LISA ANNE HADLEY on Oct 15, 2011 22:24:38 GMT -5
LISA ANNE HADLEY
[/i][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]twenty-seven, college staff, endocrinology professor, heterosexual, determined, sandra bullock, intelligent
[/color]"i like to keep my issues strong."
"it's always darkest before the dawn."
lisa was born to a small family in memphis, tennessee, who fell just below the poverty line. little did the mother, father, and child know until she was a mere five years old that mr. hadley was the victim of huntington's chorea, a fatal disease that eats away at your very being and cuts away at your motor skills and brain function until you die in half the years than initially expected. it was because of this that her father often lashed out at lisa and her mother; the loving father and husband that she knew quickly faded to a diseased and burdened soul. lisa and her mother watched mr. hadley suffer for five years before finally taking him to the hospital to be restrained for his final days, as flailing of the limbs is another lovely side-effect of the gene of the dark huntington's "dance".
"i'm damned if i do & i'm damned if i don't."
"so here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road."
lisa had just celebrated her tenth birthday, one her mother tried to make special for her despite the fate of tom hadley they both knew was coming, until he passed away on a cold december day. ten years old was a special birthday for lisa, and as she grew older and into her teen years, she realized how much trouble she and her mother were in, what with the jobless and grieving family. her troubles only made lisa work harder in school, and it was from watching her father suffer through the horrid disease that she decided she was going to become a professor; even if the disease had no cure, there were others out there that did, and she knew she wanted to help them by educating students about the subject. she developed a personality that was completely selfless, but she's no average pushover. she became a very independent person as well as determined, unafraid to stand up to authority and defend herself.
"i don't want your future."[/color]
"i don't need your past."
she made sure to keep her grades up through high school and soon enough, she found herself in college; though it wasn't as fun as she thought it was going to be. thanks to her studies, the professor-to-be found out that huntington's is indeed a genetic disorder, and due to her father's illness, there was a fifty-percent chance that she too would suffer flailing limbs and a shrinking mind. it was a secret she kept from everyone, and she made the hesitant decision not to take the genetic test that would determine her fate, in fear that she'd lose all hope and give up would she find out that she was going to die in ten to fifteen years. she decided not to even tell her mother about the possible illness; she'd been through enough, still grieving over the loss of her father all through the years.
"there's no salvation for me now."
"there's no space among the crowd."
lisa moved to va for the simple fact that she knew she would find more career opportunities for herself there. don't worry, she made sure her mother was well cared for before she left, and keeps in touch with her often. she sent in her resume and easily found herself a place as a professor specializing in endocrinology.
hey so, my name is tiffany and i'm immortal. i live in the eastern time zone and play --- as well. here's some of my work.
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If the man had inquired, she most definitely would have opted for going somewhere more silent. She'd been displeased with the club's bothersome atmosphere in the first place, and had been only thinking about just one drink before heading home before the other teacher had arrived. She hadn't been so boring and predictable back in college – in fact, her brother enjoyed teasing her about her busy tendences these days. She was more a workaholic than an alcoholic, but she had those certain dominant personality quirks that made her less-than-boring for everybody else.
Lynette chuckled slightly at the 'unique' comment, perhaps inaudible, once again, due to the music; she'd received that description of herself many times. “I like to think of it as a little reminder of home,” she declared, tipping back her glass to allow the rest of the liquid, the name a mystery to her now, to slide down her throat. “Though I suppose the last thing you're wantin' after the incident with your band is a little piece of home?” Lynette lifted her dark irises from the empty cup to look over at her compnay in a question mark.
At the teacher's last offer, the first thing that popped into her mind was to decline. With great teachers came great responsibility; she had kids to teach tomorrow. Perhaps it was the change in the atmosphere, the frivolity of the crowd, that made her change her mind. Or perhaps it was the change up of the drink inside of her numbing her decisions. At first, she shot him a look that could almost certainly mean she couldn't. But after a moment of silence, a slight smile shaped her lips and she leaned forward in her seat slightly to murmur to the bartender as he was setting her companion's chosen drink down, “Vodka, please.”
Stronger than she'd usually go for, but hell, just for a minute, she was attempting to shove responsibility away.
Lynette chuckled slightly at the 'unique' comment, perhaps inaudible, once again, due to the music; she'd received that description of herself many times. “I like to think of it as a little reminder of home,” she declared, tipping back her glass to allow the rest of the liquid, the name a mystery to her now, to slide down her throat. “Though I suppose the last thing you're wantin' after the incident with your band is a little piece of home?” Lynette lifted her dark irises from the empty cup to look over at her compnay in a question mark.
At the teacher's last offer, the first thing that popped into her mind was to decline. With great teachers came great responsibility; she had kids to teach tomorrow. Perhaps it was the change in the atmosphere, the frivolity of the crowd, that made her change her mind. Or perhaps it was the change up of the drink inside of her numbing her decisions. At first, she shot him a look that could almost certainly mean she couldn't. But after a moment of silence, a slight smile shaped her lips and she leaned forward in her seat slightly to murmur to the bartender as he was setting her companion's chosen drink down, “Vodka, please.”
Stronger than she'd usually go for, but hell, just for a minute, she was attempting to shove responsibility away.