CRAIG, delilah vivienne

[delilah]

delilah vivienna craig.
twenty,, plano, texas,, photographer for march of the dead,, hetrosexual,, wholesome
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" Hello! My name is Delilah Vivienne Craig, and it is very nice to meet you. I don’t really have any spectacular nicknames that I prefer to be called, nor am I picky, as long as nothing vulgar is used. This might have to do with the fact that I find my first name to not only sound sweet, but fit me exceptionally well. However, most people that I know choose to call me lilah and that is perfectly okay with me. Really, the only annoyance I get from my name is when someone begins singing the song ‘Hey there Delilah’ by Plain White T’s. I can not even begin to explain how many times I have heard, been sung too, or asked if I knew that song. After the first hundred times it really starts to get old, and yet people still automatically connect my name to the song. I’ve just learned to grin and move on because there is no need for a correction over a silly association. I was actually named after my great-grandma craig, my nana. She raised my dad basically from birth until adulthood because my grandma wasn’t exactly fit to be a mother. Her life had another agenda than kids. My parents decided to pay my nana respect for all the help and love she gave them.

On June 23rd, 1989 my parents, Joan Marie Craig and Michael Henry Craig, gave birth to their second daughter, me! Now, that would mean I am twenty years old, almost twenty-one, which I do not see what the big deal is. Everyone around me keeps getting excited that I’m coming to legal drinking age, but not me since I don’t even drink. Anyways, I was five weeks early from the scheduled birth date, making me a tiny premature baby who needed special care and monitoring until I gained an acceptable weight. Basically, I lived in the hospital NICU for the first five weeks of my life and my parents came every single day to visit me. They said it was hard because there wasn’t much they could do; the situation was out of their hands and in professionals. The day I finally was able to come home, everyone smothered me in kissed and affection. My parents even threw a welcome home party, but I was too young to even remember a single event. So really the party was a gathering of family and friends where my parents could show off their newest child with pride. You see, my parents have always been, and still are to this day, very absorbed in appearance. All my life I have heard that a first impression should always be superb because your family’s name is on the line. These days’ surnames are rarely brought into questioning creating a judgment. Still, my family is your typical old fashion southern family; especially my grandparents and morals run high.

For the first year of my life I could be described as the equivalent to a princess who lived in a castle in a land far, far away, where servants doted on my every whim. However, my servants were not hired minions to work their debt off. Instead they were my parents who jumped at ever single one of my cries and made sure I was more than content with my surroundings. My older sister on the other hand hated me with a fiery passion, and to this day we don’t always get along. There is a strong sibling rivalry that runs thick, especially since we are the only girls in the Craig clan, minus my mother. On numerous occasions while we were growing up, Madeline literally tried to commit murder, with me being the main target. My mother caught her countless occasions with me in hand, headed to the pool in our backyard. I was way too young to remember all this nonsense, but it is true and a piece of me resents her. We are two completely different people, which is why I do believe we butt heads as often as we do. She is just like my parents, superficial and completely absorbed with herself. For as long as I can remember Madeline has been entering into beauty pageants, which up more of my mother’s time than I ever consumed. I will admit I too was forced into wear glittery dresses, caking on the make up and parading down the runway in front of judges. I hated it and still hate the concept of having young girls mature so fast. They lose a piece of their innocence, which makes little kids so special. I also stopped entering into these stupid pageants because I never won a single award worth mentioning. That is what happens when you are the shy, reserved type of personality. I would get to the catwalk and freeze, then proceed to look like an idiot as I hurried to the end and back. Funny thing is people have always expected me to be a brat since I was spoiled as a baby. I’ve turned out to be the complete opposite, but I suppose that has to do with a sister than hogs the limelight. She can have it.

In my life I have always succeeded in school, being book smart is my thing. I have been accepted to the University of Texas at Austin. where I attended three semesters before dropping out, I will tell you about that a little later. What I am getting at is being book smart as proven to be a fault in my life because I have not fully grasped the concept of what is acceptable when it comes to being street smart. Unfortunately I am not one of those lucky kids that is blessed with a profound understand of both. I have a tendency to lack the knowledge of the street, and currently books are not helping my cause out at all. My parents don’t help out either because I have actually lived a sheltered life. There has always been a strict set of rules in our household when it comes to boys, going out, school, a bed time and so on. My parents enroll my sister and I into etiquette classes, along with a list of other thing to make up the perfect southern belle. Having come from old southern money, I suppose you can say that my family sits in the wealthier class in Texas. I’ve never exactly cared about money or even taken a moment to think of how exactly out family has so much. It has been the out of sight, out of mind type of situation. I know we have it, but I don’t go flaunting my social status around. I prefer my thrift store vintage clothing over any high priced brand any day. Living in a household where my parents practically monitor my every single move, as if I’m the bad child, I’ve never exactly gotten out to experience the real world as other kids saw it. Instead I watched cheesy teen dramas where every dramatic event is heightened to the next level and blown completely out of proportion. When ever I ask my friends for advice on street smarts, they always tell me the same exact thing “just live a little.” Well, how exactly do you ‘live a little’ without getting yourself killed in the process? I will have you know that the one time I decided to take their advice I got lost, followed by a group of men, was close to getting kidnapped and while I balled my eyes in search of home some nice woman took me under her care until my parents were contacted. Basically me in the real world is a scary adventure. Being killed or caught up in devious acts has always been my biggest concern, which is why I stay away from drugs and alcohol. I suppose you can consider me a straight-edge kid, but I’m not big into labels. In my eyes a label only means you have to live up to the standards society sets and people get ruthless when you’re breaking those standards. I choose just to be my nerdy, sometimes socially awkward self. People have always told me that I am way too sweet and modest for my own good, but you want to know something, I am okay with that. At least I have not been raped by the world and how cruel the place can truly be. I’ll gladly keep my blinders on.

My first taste of the real world, if you can really call it that, is when I finally went off to college and escaped the close watch of my parents, or tried to at least. For the first semester they called every single day and insisted that I come home on any free holiday, which I did. For the first year I lived in the dorms and met some very unusually people on top of my best friends. It was definitely a huge change from having my own large bedroom and bathroom to sharing a small room with another girl. Don’t even get me started on the bathroom situation. I don’t think I will ever get past having to share because I am a huge germ-a-phobic. Germs and I do not get along, which is weird because my major happens to be nursing, or was at least. My roomie and best friend Sydney introduced me into the music scene of austin, especially the hardcore music. Just looking at her you would never expect she would be into hardcore music because she was this chill indie kid that happened to have amazing artistic abilities. For the last year and a couple months Sydney has been my street smart friend that has taken time to show me the ropes, or the basics. She introduced me into a variety of music, art and what hip kids do. For the longest time I have always been a floater, never exactly fitting into one perfect spot. However, with Syd everything around me seemed to click. Here I am always dressing in vintage clothing and decorating with items that you no longer see, all because I was able to set myself apart from my sister. Syd was the first person to encourage me to take a photography class, after I borrowed her camera for a couple days to practice my skills. I’ve always loved photography and have had a knack for documenting my favorite outfits or anything I found interesting. When I told my parents I was taking a photography class they just about flipped because in their mind the only subjects I should be focusing on should be nursing related. They did not see how taking pictures would help me. After that point I began to leave out little facts on what I was doing at college or where I was going. I have never considered it lying to my parents. Instead I have been saving their health by reducing the chances of stress related diseases. So, I found myself beginning to really get into photography, going to shows with Syd, and living this new independent life. I’m still the same book smart, nerdy, slightly awkward, sweet girl I’ve always been. I’m just experiencing the world a little more, “living a little”. I’ve had my close run in, and still don’t trust my street sense. I don’t think I ever will. Anyways, photography literally began taking over my life as I shot everything, then spent hours editing photos and looking through other works online. That is how I got involved with being a Photographer for March of the Dead. I’ve always loved their music, or at least would comment about loving that band whenever Sydney’s ipod was playing through our room. For the longest time I never knew the name, but how the song lyrics went and she always laughed. One night Syd drug me to a local show where they were playing on their tour, my camera in hand and not only forced me to talk to their manager about being a photographer, but insisted I take photos. It was so out of my comfort zone. First off I found it weird to just be up front and ask, I’m not that type of person. Secondly, they were already a well developed band who probably didn’t need my help and thirdly, I had no clue where to start. I just kind of took photos, and then later sent them to the manager and BAM, I’m not on tour. My parents don’t know yet, but I’m sure they will once the school starts calling and asking for me. This is my first tour and it’s kind of a test run to say the least. Lets cross out fingers this works out because I'm not sure what exactly I will do. School might no longer be an option, at least not at the University. "





^{hey, so i'm hannah. i've been roleplaying for 5+ years now. as well as this character, i also play no one else atm. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by ad at die famous records and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

click.click.click. the noise echoed through large, higher end hotel lobby as the toned brunette made her journey across the tile floor and towards the busy los angles streets. it was only seven in the morning, yet the phone was already glued to her ear as she chatted away in fluent italian to a client on the other end. her day is crammed full of appointments, on top of meetings and intermixed with photo shoots that range all over the spectrum. today however, the main bulk of her time was going to be spent photographing new bands that have recently been picked up by die famous records. the current phone call only marked the beginning of her busy day to come. when she wasn’t dealing with business in the states, she was on her cell phone conducting work with clients in italy. this is the first time in her life that she had decided to take on business in two different countries, at the same exact time. usually she worked in italy for a couple month, squaring everything away and making appointments a head of time, before traveling to the states for as long as she was needed. everything was working out perfectly, especially once she got the scheduling and travel plans all in a row. not this time. she had the bight idea to test out just how much of a workaholic she truly is, pushing the limits. to her, not having a free minute was fine. after all, she grew up on a tight schedule, running from one activity to the next as she learned to balance her priorities to the tee. the habit has followed her throughout life, minus the rebellious phase she went through. it was some sick obsession she has.

the first step into the outside world came as a shocker as the cool morning breeze touched every bit of her bare skin causing shivers to run down the tiny frame. she was ready for the summer to hit when wearing dresses and less clothing was more than acceptable because no one wants to be stuck in constricting clothes when the weather is warm. that was a miserable decision. right now she was wishing that the jacket lying on her bed, which she debated over taking, was wrapped around her arms. as much as she loved spring, she hated it with just as much passion. one minute it would be cold or rain, then it would be sunny and hot. this made picking a functional outfit out for the day a bit difficult. viviana was picky about what she clothed her body in anyways, then to add the seasons on top of everything. it is a mini meltdown of frustration in the waiting. those princess tantrums would have to wait because she had no time to either whine over not having a jacket or run back up to her room. she had places to go. standing on the edge of the sidewalk with one hand out, and he other holding her phone in place, she waved a taxi down. lucky for her she didn’t have to wait long, considering rush hour was already in bloom for the morning. with a hurried motion she opened the back door and slid in, not realizing she slammed the same door until the driver mentioned something. “tenere su” she spoke to the man on the opposite line just before she covered the speaker. looking at the driver a fake smile slipped onto her lips as she directed him in a sickly sweet tone to where she needed to go. shooing him on she leaned back and continued with the conversations she had put on hold to deal with the driver.

at the start of the mini trip towards the label, viviana was feeling fine, other than the irritation at the driver for snapping at her about the door while she was on the phone. as the drive continued to progress and time started to trickle away faster than she realized, her anxiety began to rise accordingly. what part of she needed to be there in thirty minutes did the man not understand. it had been a while since she was in los angeles, which meant this morning she had forgotten to take into account the traffic that would pile up on the roads making it impossible to go anywhere in a timely manner. having hung up with her client mid way through the trip, viv had down time to sit and think about everything. at first her current projects ran through her mind, before she started to mentally create a list of priorities, then finally the time hit her like a ton of bricks. the first words out of her mouth were a long string of curse words in italian as she tried hard not to yell at the driver. it wasn’t entirely his fault after all, she did play a part. however, when she started to raise her voice he jumped in with snide comments about how she needed to relax, only causing her to get more heated. from then on things slipped in a downward spiral. for a good solid ten minutes the two argued, right up to her stop. furiously viv grabbed whatever cash she had in her black clutch and tossed it into the front seat. then just like a child she slammed the door without another word. currently she hated public transportation. this morning she wanted to give it a try, and that try was over.

her pace was quick as she maneuvered her way through the bodies crowding the sidewalk, and right through the front doors of die famous records. with only a few step in she stopped. taking a deep breath, then exhaling it quickly viv straightened her skit as she tried to mellow out and gain the composure she had lost moments ago. her temper could be so short sometimes, especially when she becomes irritated and that irritation does not stop. however, she needed to focus on the rest of her day, especially the current task of getting the schedule for the current tour. miss type a personality here needs to know everything in order to fit it into her well planned out life. the last thing she needed was to be pissed off for the rest of her day and not want to work because nothing would sound good. her pessimistic side would take over. picking up her normal graceful gate she threw a smile at the secretary behind the front desk, that lady was beyond helpful. that elegant walk she held only kept until she knocked shoulders with another person. she shot a young man a glare before continuing on with her current mission. however, she only got a few steps in then came to her hault as the face she just glared at became surprisingly familiar. turning her body slightly, back the other way she still stared at his backside. “romeo?” her voice was hesitant to even say anything in fear it wasn’t him and she would look stupid. after all she had to raise her voice enough for him to hear her.

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