FARRADAY, anthony julian

[anthony julian farraday]

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the basics FULL NAME anthony julian (aj) farraday AGE & DOB 32 | 3/26 HOMETOWN valkyrie, ca ETHNICITY american LANGUAGES SPOKEN english, some spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual HAIR COLOR brown/blonde EYE COLOR blue HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6'1 | 165 DISTINGUISHING MARKS He has the cover of his favorite children’s book The Giving Tree inked on his left shoulder, a classic semi-nude portrait of actress Theda Bara on his left bicep.

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"I don't believe that someone's past has the ability to hold them back -- unless they dwell on it. That being said, I also don't think that where you come from has a true say in where you're going. Yes, it'll effect you, but it can't stop you. Nothing can stop you.

I, personally, am from what you could call a broken home. I'm not ashamed of it, but I'm not proud either. My mother died when I was young, around 11, and my father wasn't up to the task of playing the father. He had his mind on other things: drinking, gambling, passing out in front of the house in the middle of the night and berating my brothers and me about how we wouldn't ever live up to our mother's standards. He didn't do it often, only when he was intoxicated, but it still made an impact on us all. I tried to take everything he said to me and use it as motivation. I wanted to laugh in his face, tell him he was wrong and say that despite all odds, we were all going to succeed in some way.

We were always what most would call 'lower class'. We didn't live in a cardboard box or anything, but after mom died, when dad started spiraling due to his broken heart, we were definitely struggling. As a family, everyone had to pull in to keep us in a house, but as the eldest, I had to bare most of the weight. With dad incapacitated, I was the man of the house. In high school I worked two jobs on top of taking honors classes and playing not only man, but wife. I cleaned up after my brothers, I fed them, I helped them in whatever way that I could. I raised them and I loved them and no matter what anyone says to or about me: I still do.

When I graduated I had to get out of Valkyrie, for myself. My family didn't need me in the same way that they used to and I wasn't going to grow if I stayed in that town where everything reminded me of the pain and struggle that I'd been to. As motivating as it was, it was stunting an optimism that I had for the future. There was no future for me in Valkyrie, period. I didn't have a high school sweetheart holding me anchor - I was too busy for that. All I had was a deadbeat dad who only disappointed me and my brothers, who couldn't seem to do right on their own. They needed me to leave just as much as I needed to. I was becoming overbearing to them and in a way, I felt as though they were too dependent on me to always pick up the slack. I wasn't mad about it, but no one was benefited.

In San Francisco, I studied marketing under several scholarships. After graduating in three years, I landed an entry-level position as an Account Assistant in a firm within the city. Every month, I send money to my younger brothers and try to check in with them, but it isn't rare for them to ignore my phone calls. I mean, I get it: they think I abandoned them and in a way I did. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to forgive myself for it, but I rather be here than hoping and wishing and praying for a way out of Valkyrie.

I heard the news about my father's death immediately after my latest promotion. I was going to be moving to the Santa Monica office, but couldn't accept it. I have no idea how long it is going to take to resolve the estate, go over his will and lay him to rest. I discussed it with my boss and he is giving me time due to the circumstances. I hate that this is what is going to bring us all together again, but so be it. I haven't seen my brothers in such a long time."

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Yeah, it probably would have been but had he honestly expected it? She knew he was dense, but had made the mistake of expecting him to learn over the years of practice that’d been provided. There were rarely occasions when a simple ‘hi’ escaped her lips. Quite frankly, there were only two: when she was at a loss and when she was speaking to a complete stranger. Neither were the case at this point in time so Tessa simply stared at him as if expecting more. “Why would I have done you the pleasure?” Stealing another sip from her coffee, Pierson cast her gaze anywhere else besides Aiden.

She’d cave if he flashed that stupid, classic smile of his and possibly forget that she was still agitated if he simply said the right words. Luckily, Carmichael didn’t believe in such a thing. It was impeccable how appealing he could be one’s eyes, but then open his mouth and force all attraction to slip away. Perhaps that was why she hung out with him? There could be no other reason – it wasn’t as if he had a great personality; his general company wasn’t hard to resist nor hard on her eyes. A total double win as far as she was concerned.

Tessa forced herself to ignore any other emotions that were attached to this idiotic male that sat before her and focused her attention back onto her coffee. “I’d take this as some sort of peace offering if it wasn’t so cold” adopting an unpleasant air in order to mask what was stirring within her, Tessa slid the cup back across the table. In that moment she finally decided to draw her entire attention towards Aiden, watching for her his reaction. Nothing was supposed to happen between a girl and her male best friend. They were supposed to fight, of course, but then make up and be friends again, but nothing more and definitely nothing less. So why did Tessa find herself just wondering about what else could happen between them as she studied his features? Why was she so content with shoving him away? There had to be some sick force working within this female’s mind because her thoughts and actions were contradicting. Something was wrong here. Where was Tessa fucking Pierson?

There she had it? Forget about finding herself in all this mess; where the hell was her apology? “C’mon A, you know that won’t work,” a dry chuckle escaped her lips, “For the most part though, I’ve been great. A little bored, but great. ” She wouldn’t deny him that much. Not running around after him and babysitting had left her with an empty corner of time that just couldn’t bring herself to occupy. Pierson would never admit so aloud, but she like… saved it for him or something. This portion was an ‘idk’ moment that she still trying to comprehend. Stupid Carmichael and his stupid pretty face.

A moment of silence passed before Tessa remember her promise to remain civilized. Shifting in her seat, the young girl sat erect and managed a genuine smile. “How about you? I’m sure that you’ve found a new job now. How’s that going?” Like she cared. Okay, she sort of did. He was obviously making enough to money to think about buying someone else something for once, which came as a major surprise. “Let me have some of that?” she glanced at her coffee than towards his drink. A day of firsts- she was finally prepared to convert from her usual black drink.

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