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Name: Cristina
Age: 17 on the 15th
Contact: xsnaa (AIM) & purpleandgreenjunk [at] gmail [dot] com
Character:
Name: Bryanna Andromeda Cook
Age: 28
Birthday: September 11
Country of origin: Estados Unidos (Los Angeles, CA)
Reason for flight: Her book tour was being launched in Sydney. (One of Marnie's producers, yes!)
Personality: Annie can be summed up in three words: anal retentive bitch. It's really like she has some form of OCD. She cannot stand messes, even in the minutiae. With her, it is perfection or nothing. She will, without apologies, commandeer a situation into the way she deems is 'correct'. She won't take people's shit or suffer their idiocy. Annie's way or the high way. And good riddance if you go with the latter.
Such exacting standards are, naturally, rarely met. Thus, Annie is easily stressed. And stress is decidedly Not Fun for someone who needs control as much as she does. Even when she is in a good mood, her smiles seem stiff and her manners overly polite. When she finally cracks, she alternates brutally between sarcastic passive aggression and outright belligerence. At turns, sheyaps castigates openly and seethes in a corner.
It's no surprise she's as paranoid as she is. Annie is always waiting for something to go wrong, simply because she can't be in charge of everything. Her mantra is "if you want the job done right, do it yourself". But she's practical and realistic enough to understand that, while she can take control and organize, she can't attend to every single thing. (Though she tries. She really does.) She's very fearful of relying on other people, as well as any exogenous factors that could come hurtling into her well-thought out plans. Her perpetual nervousness comes out in babbling. Sometimes, Annie takes ten minutes to say what could have been said in a mere two.
Annie can't stand being any less than The Best. Oh, she tries to convince herself that all she wants is to get by. (And to others she will loudly and firmly insist on this) But ultimately, Annie side-eyes angrily when other people succeed, thinking that she could have done so much better. It wouldn't be too far to say that Annie is extremely self-absorbed. It isn't exactly narcissism, because her confidence is about as fragile as glass. But it is independence taken to an ugly extreme.
That said, she isn't a total monster. There are those that Annie cares about, even if she's not the most affectionate person on this side of California. She's the type of friend that remembers your birthday and your favorite color. She's the type to tell you to stop crying when you're down, to keep a stiff upper lip and move on. What she doesn't have in thoughtfulness, she makes up for in practicality.
Annie's not exactly the most pleasant person. She's stiff, assiduous, and insensitive. But there is some merit to her diligence and practicality. While no means a saint, Annie isn't entirely a nightmare.
Really.
Appearance: If there was a list of the Top 10 Hottest Girls in Annie's senior year, she would have placed 30th on a good day. Annie is passably attractive, with symmetrical features, nice auburn hair and pretty eyes but an undeniably strong jaw and too-rounded nose. The latter two she makes up for with great make-up. (Playing with darker and lighter powders can work miracles. MIRACLES.) She does make it a point to accouter herself fabulously. Annie is very much a Prada Princess (draining as it is to her very finite funds). Whatever the layman might think, she is unflinching in her belief that the brand more than makes up for everything else.
Annie walks with her head held high and back steel rod straight. While she thinks this is classy and graceful, it comes across as stiff and snobby. This gait, coupled with her height and pasty skin, always has her sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the tanned, bottle-blondes of her industry. Annie's weight tends to fluctuate. She's a vegetarian, which generally leaves her model-thin. But when she gets stressed, which is often, she binges like she's never eaten a day in her life. She keeps separate wardrobes for her normal weight and her stressed weight, and her undergarments are selectively chosen to adapt for either situation.
PB: Emily Blunt
History: There were really no special circumstances to the birth of the Cooks' eldest daughter. She was named 'Bryanna Andromeda' - Bryanna coming from her father Bryan, who felt like his daughter deserved a good, strong name; Andromeda coming from her mother Krystal, who insisted the constellation was in wonderful alignment during her daughter's birth. Whatever that meant. A younger brother followed three years later. (And if there is anyone Annie will fight tooth and nail for, it is Alexander Orion Cook.)
When she was 9 and Alex was 6, Bryan and Krystal decided to divorce. Bryan was too much of an outdoorsy vagrant, and Krystal was too kookie and fanciful, her nose always brushing the page of the newspaper's horoscopes. Bryan went off with to Miami with a beautiful Mexicana, content with only occasionally making reappearances in his children's lives. (Annie never liked her father's wanderlust or her mother's erratic nature. From here, we see the beginnings of her overly meticulous and paranoid demeanor, if not OCD)
But Krystal didn't know shit about being on her own. She fluttered from job to job, leaving Annie's and her brother's situations unstable. When Annie was 13, Krystal finally managed to land a long-term gig - writing the horoscopes for a small publication. Not much, but enough to go on. Annie was able to go through high school semi-confident that the house would not fall apart without her presence.
Annie was the everywhere girl in high school. She was the hugest grind: student council president, valedictorian, and the head of the drama club. Though by no means was she an actress. Annie had always dreamed of being one - fantasized about putting on all sorts of costumes and playing all manner of characters. But she was absolutely horrible at acting. By nature, Annie was too stiff. When she tried to break out of it, she was too contrived. She has only ever had one role, and that was as a tree in fifth grade.
Her attitude was pretty much "oh, fuck it, I'll be a producer if I can't be an actress". After failing to get into Stanford (her dream school), Annie began her first year at UCLA. This was around the time Krystal was fired from her writing stint for always coming to the job high off her ass.
Annie probably should have noticed her mother's growing addiction, and to some extent she had, but it was easier to pretend it wasn't happening, to go on with making a gigantic success of her life. Yet things could not stay that way forever. Annie had to face facts. They were lucky enough Krystal hadn't been shipped off to the nearest precinct. Annie had to take control.
So Annie began simultaneously studying and running the house. With what means they had, she managed getting Krystal into therapy and keeping her brother in school, all the while maintaining a 4.0 GPA. Bryan would occasionally drop in, and Annie's organization was such that he never noticed anything amiss. (But the man was as dense as a brick to begin with.)
Whenever it felt like things were weighing far too heavily on Annie's shoulders, Krystal, both sage and fool, would say, "You're a Virgo, honey. You were made to run the world. Also, your professor's a Capricorn, isn't he? Careful, Annie sweetie. Randy, those ones, just like your father."
The words usually made Annie angry enough to bugger on. She hated that her mom had so little control, so little sense. She was determined to make her own path and structure her own independence. For Alex's sake as well as her own.
It was a huge relief when Alex got into UC Irvine. Annie happily sent him off to dorm, knowing he would be happier and better adjusted away from the influence of his mother. With Alex safe, Annie got her major then stayed an extra two years for her MBA.
With that, she set her eyes on Hollywood. Despite her best efforts, she didn't do too well there. Eventually, she realized was too green, too new. She decided to focus on expanding her horizons before overreaching. She dabbled with producing a few indie films before eventually getting picked up by Syfy, where she became one of Marnie Burrell's producers.
Amidst bulking up her resume, Annie began writing a semi-autobiographical novel called "On Production and Prada". To her surprise, when she sent out the manuscript to a few publishing houses, much interest was expressed in her work. After the usual toil and trouble, the book was to be published, with the book launch and tour starting in Sydney.
So Annie roped Marnie into doing press for the novel. Krystal (eccentric though she was, she loved her daughter) and Alex were also adamant about coming along and supporting Annie's newest endeavor. Too thrilled to care about the repercussions their presence would have on her well-being, she humored them and booked them tickets.
Paranoid but hopeful, Annie boarded the plane to Sydney with mother and brother. If all went well with her book tour, she was going to try breaking into Hollywood again.
Special skills: Annie is generally total shite with survival. She's been an LA girl all her life. While she might remember a thing or two from the occasional camping trip with her dad, she absolutely hated these little stints and kept them few and far in between. And never, ever looked back to. Ever. But, as a vegetarian and a botany enthusiast, there is the off chance she might be able to identify a few plants and concoct a decent salad. Maybe.
Strengths: wicked organizational skills, meticulous, reliable, hardworking, makes things happen
Weaknesses: PHYSICALLY SHITE, asthmatic (read: her inhaler is her best friend), possible paranoia/hypochondriasis, will try to bring everyone down with her in an anxiety attack, bitchy, insensitive, easily cracked, annoying, overbearing,
Misc: Annie is a botany enthusiast, and gardening is definitely a hobby. It started out in an effort to be more 'zen'. To her credit, it does help. Minutely.
Also, to Annie, all things must be arranged according to the color spectrum. ROYGBIV is the framework of her life.
Inventory: Her bulky designer bag (the leather is probably ruined, but it can still carry things), which contains (all in separate ziplocks): her inhaler, sunscreen, make-up, big cat-eye sunglasses, LOADS OF BREATH MINTS, a hygiene kit, her Blackberry with its charger, her netbook with its charger, external hard drive, an inhaler, her wallet (contains $350), two small black Moleskines, an executive planner (filled to the brim with appointments), and pens (Pilot G-Tec C4s in assorted colors and a Cross fountain pen). She was wearing a grey, box-neckline mini-dress, gigantic white pumps, a big pearl necklace, matching earrings, a few gold and diamond bracelets, a basic white bra, and granny panties. (She wanted to be comfortable at least inside, okay.)
Name: Cristina
Age: 17 on the 15th
Contact: xsnaa (AIM) & purpleandgreenjunk [at] gmail [dot] com
Character:
Name: Bryanna Andromeda Cook
Age: 28
Birthday: September 11
Country of origin: Estados Unidos (Los Angeles, CA)
Reason for flight: Her book tour was being launched in Sydney. (One of Marnie's producers, yes!)
Personality: Annie can be summed up in three words: anal retentive bitch. It's really like she has some form of OCD. She cannot stand messes, even in the minutiae. With her, it is perfection or nothing. She will, without apologies, commandeer a situation into the way she deems is 'correct'. She won't take people's shit or suffer their idiocy. Annie's way or the high way. And good riddance if you go with the latter.
Such exacting standards are, naturally, rarely met. Thus, Annie is easily stressed. And stress is decidedly Not Fun for someone who needs control as much as she does. Even when she is in a good mood, her smiles seem stiff and her manners overly polite. When she finally cracks, she alternates brutally between sarcastic passive aggression and outright belligerence. At turns, she
It's no surprise she's as paranoid as she is. Annie is always waiting for something to go wrong, simply because she can't be in charge of everything. Her mantra is "if you want the job done right, do it yourself". But she's practical and realistic enough to understand that, while she can take control and organize, she can't attend to every single thing. (Though she tries. She really does.) She's very fearful of relying on other people, as well as any exogenous factors that could come hurtling into her well-thought out plans. Her perpetual nervousness comes out in babbling. Sometimes, Annie takes ten minutes to say what could have been said in a mere two.
Annie can't stand being any less than The Best. Oh, she tries to convince herself that all she wants is to get by. (And to others she will loudly and firmly insist on this) But ultimately, Annie side-eyes angrily when other people succeed, thinking that she could have done so much better. It wouldn't be too far to say that Annie is extremely self-absorbed. It isn't exactly narcissism, because her confidence is about as fragile as glass. But it is independence taken to an ugly extreme.
That said, she isn't a total monster. There are those that Annie cares about, even if she's not the most affectionate person on this side of California. She's the type of friend that remembers your birthday and your favorite color. She's the type to tell you to stop crying when you're down, to keep a stiff upper lip and move on. What she doesn't have in thoughtfulness, she makes up for in practicality.
Annie's not exactly the most pleasant person. She's stiff, assiduous, and insensitive. But there is some merit to her diligence and practicality. While no means a saint, Annie isn't entirely a nightmare.
Really.
Appearance: If there was a list of the Top 10 Hottest Girls in Annie's senior year, she would have placed 30th on a good day. Annie is passably attractive, with symmetrical features, nice auburn hair and pretty eyes but an undeniably strong jaw and too-rounded nose. The latter two she makes up for with great make-up. (Playing with darker and lighter powders can work miracles. MIRACLES.) She does make it a point to accouter herself fabulously. Annie is very much a Prada Princess (draining as it is to her very finite funds). Whatever the layman might think, she is unflinching in her belief that the brand more than makes up for everything else.
Annie walks with her head held high and back steel rod straight. While she thinks this is classy and graceful, it comes across as stiff and snobby. This gait, coupled with her height and pasty skin, always has her sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the tanned, bottle-blondes of her industry. Annie's weight tends to fluctuate. She's a vegetarian, which generally leaves her model-thin. But when she gets stressed, which is often, she binges like she's never eaten a day in her life. She keeps separate wardrobes for her normal weight and her stressed weight, and her undergarments are selectively chosen to adapt for either situation.
PB: Emily Blunt
History: There were really no special circumstances to the birth of the Cooks' eldest daughter. She was named 'Bryanna Andromeda' - Bryanna coming from her father Bryan, who felt like his daughter deserved a good, strong name; Andromeda coming from her mother Krystal, who insisted the constellation was in wonderful alignment during her daughter's birth. Whatever that meant. A younger brother followed three years later. (And if there is anyone Annie will fight tooth and nail for, it is Alexander Orion Cook.)
When she was 9 and Alex was 6, Bryan and Krystal decided to divorce. Bryan was too much of an outdoorsy vagrant, and Krystal was too kookie and fanciful, her nose always brushing the page of the newspaper's horoscopes. Bryan went off with to Miami with a beautiful Mexicana, content with only occasionally making reappearances in his children's lives. (Annie never liked her father's wanderlust or her mother's erratic nature. From here, we see the beginnings of her overly meticulous and paranoid demeanor, if not OCD)
But Krystal didn't know shit about being on her own. She fluttered from job to job, leaving Annie's and her brother's situations unstable. When Annie was 13, Krystal finally managed to land a long-term gig - writing the horoscopes for a small publication. Not much, but enough to go on. Annie was able to go through high school semi-confident that the house would not fall apart without her presence.
Annie was the everywhere girl in high school. She was the hugest grind: student council president, valedictorian, and the head of the drama club. Though by no means was she an actress. Annie had always dreamed of being one - fantasized about putting on all sorts of costumes and playing all manner of characters. But she was absolutely horrible at acting. By nature, Annie was too stiff. When she tried to break out of it, she was too contrived. She has only ever had one role, and that was as a tree in fifth grade.
Her attitude was pretty much "oh, fuck it, I'll be a producer if I can't be an actress". After failing to get into Stanford (her dream school), Annie began her first year at UCLA. This was around the time Krystal was fired from her writing stint for always coming to the job high off her ass.
Annie probably should have noticed her mother's growing addiction, and to some extent she had, but it was easier to pretend it wasn't happening, to go on with making a gigantic success of her life. Yet things could not stay that way forever. Annie had to face facts. They were lucky enough Krystal hadn't been shipped off to the nearest precinct. Annie had to take control.
So Annie began simultaneously studying and running the house. With what means they had, she managed getting Krystal into therapy and keeping her brother in school, all the while maintaining a 4.0 GPA. Bryan would occasionally drop in, and Annie's organization was such that he never noticed anything amiss. (But the man was as dense as a brick to begin with.)
Whenever it felt like things were weighing far too heavily on Annie's shoulders, Krystal, both sage and fool, would say, "You're a Virgo, honey. You were made to run the world. Also, your professor's a Capricorn, isn't he? Careful, Annie sweetie. Randy, those ones, just like your father."
The words usually made Annie angry enough to bugger on. She hated that her mom had so little control, so little sense. She was determined to make her own path and structure her own independence. For Alex's sake as well as her own.
It was a huge relief when Alex got into UC Irvine. Annie happily sent him off to dorm, knowing he would be happier and better adjusted away from the influence of his mother. With Alex safe, Annie got her major then stayed an extra two years for her MBA.
With that, she set her eyes on Hollywood. Despite her best efforts, she didn't do too well there. Eventually, she realized was too green, too new. She decided to focus on expanding her horizons before overreaching. She dabbled with producing a few indie films before eventually getting picked up by Syfy, where she became one of Marnie Burrell's producers.
Amidst bulking up her resume, Annie began writing a semi-autobiographical novel called "On Production and Prada". To her surprise, when she sent out the manuscript to a few publishing houses, much interest was expressed in her work. After the usual toil and trouble, the book was to be published, with the book launch and tour starting in Sydney.
So Annie roped Marnie into doing press for the novel. Krystal (eccentric though she was, she loved her daughter) and Alex were also adamant about coming along and supporting Annie's newest endeavor. Too thrilled to care about the repercussions their presence would have on her well-being, she humored them and booked them tickets.
Paranoid but hopeful, Annie boarded the plane to Sydney with mother and brother. If all went well with her book tour, she was going to try breaking into Hollywood again.
Special skills: Annie is generally total shite with survival. She's been an LA girl all her life. While she might remember a thing or two from the occasional camping trip with her dad, she absolutely hated these little stints and kept them few and far in between. And never, ever looked back to. Ever. But, as a vegetarian and a botany enthusiast, there is the off chance she might be able to identify a few plants and concoct a decent salad. Maybe.
Strengths: wicked organizational skills, meticulous, reliable, hardworking, makes things happen
Weaknesses: PHYSICALLY SHITE, asthmatic (read: her inhaler is her best friend), possible paranoia/hypochondriasis, will try to bring everyone down with her in an anxiety attack, bitchy, insensitive, easily cracked, annoying, overbearing,
Misc: Annie is a botany enthusiast, and gardening is definitely a hobby. It started out in an effort to be more 'zen'. To her credit, it does help. Minutely.
Also, to Annie, all things must be arranged according to the color spectrum. ROYGBIV is the framework of her life.
Inventory: Her bulky designer bag (the leather is probably ruined, but it can still carry things), which contains (all in separate ziplocks): her inhaler, sunscreen, make-up, big cat-eye sunglasses, LOADS OF BREATH MINTS, a hygiene kit, her Blackberry with its charger, her netbook with its charger, external hard drive, an inhaler, her wallet (contains $350), two small black Moleskines, an executive planner (filled to the brim with appointments), and pens (Pilot G-Tec C4s in assorted colors and a Cross fountain pen). She was wearing a grey, box-neckline mini-dress, gigantic white pumps, a big pearl necklace, matching earrings, a few gold and diamond bracelets, a basic white bra, and granny panties. (She wanted to be comfortable at least inside, okay.)
