THE WHO
FIERCE. INDEPENDENT. DESIRABLE. Hadley Grace Middleton
AGE. Twenty-two
BIRTHDAY. June 8th
OCCUPATION. Fashion design intern
BIRTH PLACE. London
NATIONALITY. English
ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
PREMADE TITLE. The Ruthless
PLAYBY. Leighton Meester
THE WHAT
FIERCE. Hadley can be a downright bitch - there's no ambiguity behind the statement, and quite often it seems as though her rather harsh nature is somewhat uncalled for. The truth of the matter, however, is that those who cross her (or her loved ones) are put through hell for as long as it takes for Hadley to feel as though the wrongs are right again. She's not one to deny her own ferociousness, either. Being called a 'cold-hearted snake' rolls off her like water on a duck's back. She's well aware of it, but it's all really a defense mechanism. Nobody uses Hadley Middleton as any sort of a doormat.
INDEPENDANT. Hadley has been undeniably independant since the day she was born - her choices have always been the right ones, her lifestyle the only way she'll dare to live. If somebody doesn't agree with certain aspects of her personality or her values or morals, Hadley won't have a bar of it. She's lived out of home since she was seventeen and for the majority of the time she has been paying the rent, electricity and all other bills without so much as a handout from anybody she knows (let alone her practically-estranged parents). She's certainly not the type of girl who needs a man around to do her handiwork - she's more than capable of picking up her cell and dialling the number of a repairman herself.
DESIRABLE. Wanted, pined-for, unattainable? Hadley aspires to be all of the above. She's made quite a name for herself in little Lampton Hill since relocating to the town and she believes she retains a certain mystery that gives her that sought-after allure. Of course most of it is nothing but an act - by playing her cards right, Hadley has managed to become quite a difficult woman to read. She allows the rumors to spread like wildfire and neither confirms nor denies any of them. Perhaps the fact people - men, business owners, and occasionally women - find her so desirable is because she's not an easy person to attain or keep ahold of. People always want what they can't have, right?
LIKES. Summer, her dog, brand names, vanilla lattes, shoes, friday nights, calla lillies, the smell of sandalwood, organisation, guitars, strawberry champagne, disney, fashion magazines, surprises, dark chocolate, yoga, diamonds.
DISLIKES. Cockroaches, too-skinny men, mushrooms, halloween, superhero movies, romance novels (because none of them are ever realistic), dirty fingernails, broody musicians, bad sex, awkward silence.
THE WHY
BEST MEMORY. Hadley's best memory to date is quite a recent one - having dreamt of becoming a somewhat well-known fashion designer for years on end, her dream came true when she began to intern for a company in Lampton Hill. Although it's not really the top of the game, Hadley's sure it's an incredibly good place to start. Describing how she felt when she discovered the job was hers isn't humanly possible.
WORST MEMORY. Her grandmother's funeral. Hadley was closer to her gran than either of her parents and although she was only fourteen when the elderly woman died, she can remember almost every moment of the funeral and following wake. It was a cold, bitter day and there's been a part of Hadley that hasn't been replaced since.
Hadley Middleton was born to a wealthy set of socialites in London. Her father was a businessman through and through - for as long as she can remember he worked long, strenuous hours at the office and brought home a rather delightful pay packet. Her mother was an events oprganiser and also owned a small party-hire shop (for no reason other than that she needed
some way in which to entertain herself). Being the middle of three girls, Hadley wasn't exactly riddled with attention - in fact, none of the children were overly important parts of the Middletons' lives. They were more similar to trophies on a shelf than actual children.
This isn't to say Hadley was abused or mistreated or anything of the sort. No, she was quite spoilt and lavished with material possessions of all sorts. It was a bond with those who gave birth to her and raised her that was missing. In a way it turned out to be a good thing, however - she wasn't entirely adversely affected when Henry (her father) left her mother for his young male intern. Honestly, she'd been seeing it coming for quite some time.
She and her sisters remained at home with their mother until they were each respectively old enough to leave home and had finished school. This was when Hadley chose to move to Lampton Hill at the tender age of seventeen. She lived with her aunt for a few months before finding a job and a place of her own.
Thus far, Hadley has been quite unlucky in the relationship department. Out of the many flings she had had there has only ever really been one boy that ever meant anything to her, and by the time she realised this it was far too late.
THE HOW
RP SAMPLE.The day was warm, sunny considering the season had been gradually sliding in to autumn for some time now, and despite the trees shedding leaves in the throes of rather passionate gusts of wind, there wasn't even reason to don a jacket. In Helena's own opinion it would be a waste to spend a day like this one locked indoors, and although she wasn't entirely sure how she would chew through the hours, something would undoubtedly catch her attention. Her father had left earlier that morning to catch up with an old friend down at a nearby river - there was no doubt in Helena's mind that, for him, the day would be filled with smoking joints and discussing plant hybrids. She was fairly sure it was this friend who ran a horticultural business. It figured, really.
Clean clothes from the top of her hamper (all of them washed in completely organic soap) were thrown on without a glance in the mirror, and her dark hair was pulled back in much the same fashion. If she were to see anybody that day, it would only be a friend, and what did they care if her appearance seemed a little rough around the edges? Surely they knew the girl well enough that glossy magazine women didn't hold any particular appeal. The things she was sure to equip herself with happened to be a few mismatched bangles, a beaded necklace and her thick-framed glasses. The wind in the air would probably dry out her eyes so contact lenses seemed like an inappropriate idea.
The cellphone her Father had forced upon her when they moved here had been lying dormant on Helena's bedside table for some time now, but it would be useful now. Perhaps Patchrick would be interested in spending the day in the park? The boy seemed like the only one who might tag along, and disrupting Kennedy and Wesley's weekend plans wasn't something Helena was particularly fond of. Their relationship was important and in order to make it work she supposed they really had to spend some quality time together.
A short and rather sloppy text message that took far too long to send was on its way to Patch a short while after, and the last thing Helena did before she left the house was grab up her guitar. Perhaps she'd do some busking while she waited, or maybe she'd be able to use it as some source of entertainment, either way, it seemed like an appropriate thing to bring along (but then again Helena felt that her guitar was always a necessity).
Her walk to the park probably took a lot longer than she intended. Becoming distracted and slowed down by the things around her was a typical trait, and she'd probably stopped for a good ten minutes just staring at the neatly pruned garden of an old lady who lived down the end of Helena's street. She was fascinated by how many hours people could waste keeping things so structured, and it was almost ironic that Helena herself wasted quite some time just considering this fact.
The park was resonably empty, but it was early yet and most people probably hadn't rolled themselves out of bed. Helena was grateful nonetheless, it meant she gained a seat under the largest of the oak trees, her back curving against the trunk as she made herself comfortable in the grass. In all honesty, sitting here all day wouldn't be an uncommon thing. Sometimes she just liked to watch. Although, some company would've been preferred, and she did hope Patch had nothing better to do than to join her.
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