haartner, korinne elle

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sup, what's your real name? ,, rachel
any other characters on the site? ,, zaryn oliver, and jonathan miklic (pending)
how did you find us? ,, i've been here since before bouscher closed / re-opened

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what's your name? ,, korinne elle haartner. like, heart-ner. that's how you say it.
any nicknames we can call you by? ,, um, i just go by korinne. sometimes kori, or kor. like... an apple core. i really hate when people say things wrong.
are you a lady or a gent? ,, can you not tell? i have girl parts.
when where you born? ,, august 11, 1994
where were you born? ,, new york city, baby!
tacos or hot dogs? ,,, tacos. do you know what hot dogs are made of? okay, so i don't, either. but... that's not the point.
how old are you? ,, sweet sixteen!
and that puts you in what year? ,, first, buddy. only i've just transferred here, right after christmas break.
so your majoring in what now? ,, dance. specifically, i'm more of a lyrical/contemporary type of dancer, but they don't really seem to have that here... oh, well...

so, what do you look like? ,, well, first of all, i guess i'm average height -- five foot six -- and a hundred ten pounds. i pride myself on being pretty skinny. skinny looks good. naturally, i'm blonde, but, you know, i've dyed my hair before. i like how i look with dark brown hair, too, like, almost black. and i've got green eyes -- i really like my eyes, they're pretty.
and who do you look like? ,, i bet you mean emma roberts. i get that a lot.
how do you like to dress these days? ,, well... you know. like most teenage girls, i like to look good, right? i really love sunglasses. and things that i can move in, right, since i'm a dancer. i like to be able to dance. but i'm so not opposed to, like, skinny jeans and high heels and all of that totally nyc stuff. i guess i wear a little bit of everything, sort of.

what do you just love? ,, oh, god, where do i start? i love dancing, first of all. i'm good at all types, not to sound full of myself or anything, but lots of people have told me that, so i'm not just bragging. my favourite kind of dance is lyrical or contemporary. i love new york city, because, well, i was born there, and i've lived there my whole life, and it's awesome. i like money, i guess because i come from a lot of it, and looking good -- because what sane girl doesn't? i like ehu island, kind of. it's pretty, at least. i love surprising people -- just the look on someone's face when they figure out what's going on, it's priceless. i like acting -- playing pretend was always my favourite thing to do as a kid -- and the fact that sometimes, people are afraid of me. they should be. not because i'm going to, like, hurt them or anything -- not physically. i'm just extremely capable of -- and prone to -- blackmailing people or spreading rumours about them or whatever to get what i want. i like to get what i want. and i like revenge. it makes me feel good. which, yeah, i know, sounds totally bitchy... but it's true.
and what do you just hate? ,, well, number one -- arturo nevés. and sailing. boats in general, really, and water, too. those ones all kind of... go together. i don't like death. or anything like dying or getting hurt. or arturo nevés. i don't like rap music and i don't like nerds. or people who automatically assume that because i'm rich, i'm a total snob. or people who dress weird. um... and did i mention arturo nevés?
we've all got flaws, fess up to some of yours ,, i get a little bit overprotective of the people i'm with. like, if i had any siblings, i'd probably be running around trying to save them from stuff all the time, even when they didn't need it. but what i mean is mostly that, well, say, if i'm dating someone -- i'll get really possessive and stuff. and maybe even kind of a little bit clingy? but that's just how i am. and i suppose i'm also really bad at getting over stuff. like, i know that he didn't mean to almost kill me, right? or he says he didn't. but i'm totally not over that. and what if he did want to kill me? what if he only asked me to go out on the boat because he had some creepy plan to murder me and make it look like an accident? (i think i can be a little bit paranoid sometimes, too.) and i guess i can even admit that i'm probably more pissed off than i should be about the whole arturo nevés breaking up with me thing. like, what i want more than anything is for him to know exactly what he's missing out on -- and i want that to hurt him. maybe tear him apart a little.
now, let me in on a secret or two ,, well, my biggest secrets -- there's two -- are sort of tied in together, but i count them as two different ones. the first one is that the reason i transferred to bouscher is kind of mostly to get a little bit of sweet revenge on arturo nevés for almost killing me and then breaking up with me. that's not a very well-kept secret, of course -- minus the "him almost killing me" part, nobody knows that -- but most of the people who know think that it's just a rumour or a joke or something... which it's not. and then the other secret is, well, you know, the fact that my ex-boyfriend almost killed me. i keep that pretty hidden. wouldn't anyone? but i don't like to talk about it. like, at all.
so, what scares the sunshine out of you? ,, freaking boats. especially sailboats. and anything to do with the open sea and... boats. big freakin' sailboats that scare the crap out of me because... i think you know why. and... i'm ashamed to say it, but i'm, like, deathly afraid of anything insect-like. spiders especially. i swear, i'm even afraid of ladybugs. anything with teeny little legs. they're freaky.
any quirks? ,, it's really weird, but when i look at something or someone i like, i have to breathe in right away, and when i see something or someone i don't like, i have to breathe out. yeah, i know, it's weird.

so tell me about your parents ,, my mom's a fashion designer, and i guess that's where i got the "i always have to look good" thing from. you might have heard of her. her name's jennifer haartner, and she's, like, forty-six and uber concentrated on business all the time. and then my dad's a couple years older than she is, and he's a director on broadway -- steven haartner? yeah. so i guess it's safe to say that i have a crapload of money because of them.
are they together? ,, they're still married. which i find kind of surprising, actually, 'cause they don't really hang out or talk or whatever married couples need to do much anymore. they're both too busy with their jobs.
any brothers and/or sisters? ,, nope. i'm an only child. that's why i named my shadow when i was six, see. her name was kora -- yeah, just one letter different from my name -- and i got really sad whenever i couldn't see her. it was weird.
any pets? ,, why would i have any pets? my mom's allergic to, like, every type of animal in the history of the world. she's never even taken me to the zoo.
so before we end this, any other family i should know about? ,, we don't really talk to any of our family aside from, well, the three of us. they're all so far away, and we can never make time to see them, and they never really make any effort to come out even for my birthdays or anything.
any family secrets? ,, well, i guess now that i'm out here on ehu island, it's kind of like i don't have a family anymore. like, my mom and dad are so busy all the time -- even when i was still in new york, i only really ever saw them at, like, dinner time. so now they're all busy in new york and i'm all busy here with school, and we barely even call each other or even email.

how did you get here, exactly? ,, so i was born in new york city on august 11, 1994. i was a couple of weeks early for my due date -- i was supposed to be on the 27th or something like that, i can't remember. my mom's big fashion career hadn't really started up yet, not then, and so i kind of got a real mom for a while, until i was about five and started kindergarten and going to the little day care thing after it so she could try and get her career going. i started dancing when i was six, and i'm good. like, a lot of people are always telling me that. i've never stopped dancing. anyways, i guess life was pretty normal for me until i was almost fifteen and i met arturo nevés.

i guess when we started dating, we didn't really like each other all that much, you know? it was like, hey, we go to the same school, we both have lots of money, we're both good-looking. let's go out. people wanted us to be together, 'cause i guess we were those kids that everyone always thought would be cute together. and we were, too. he was nice enough, and i liked him -- i mean, probably more than he liked me, but i don't know how much exactly. like, i don't know if i was ever in love with him or anything. i really liked him, we'll just leave it at that.

it kind of just... stretched on. which i wasn't going to complain about -- he might not have been, like, the most perfect boyfriend in the whole world, but he was sort of like my first real boyfriend, and i was his first real girlfriend. as in, we actually dated properly and met each other's families and went on real dates instead of just holding hands at school. and my friends were all jealous, because, of course, he's cute, and rich, and nice enough. he respected me, and was always trying to make me happy and stuff, which was good, only he wasn't really the most... attentive... of guys. he didn't really pay that much attention to the little things, sometimes the big things, too.

anyways, last summer, right around my birthday -- like, the day after i turned sixteen -- he asked me to go out sailing with him. and i thought, hey, cool, you know, i like sailing. even though i'd never really been sailing. i didn't think about the fact that i'd never been on a boat without a full-on crew to run it or anything, and that it would just be me and arturo and the open sea or whatever. which... i probably should have thought about.

we got out of the marina okay, you know, and it took a while before we were in a place with no other boats. i guess maybe he thought it would be romantic or something, being out there on this boat with a little picnic or whatever it was in that basket that we never actually opened. i was leaning against the little railing -- which really should be taller -- and looking out at the water and he came up behind me and tried to scare me for fun or something, and my sunglasses fell off. into the water. i was pretty pissed about that. they were nice sunglasses, really freakin' expensive jimmy choo sunglasses, and they were new, too.

so there we were, both up against the railing watching the spot where my glasses had fallen in, like they were going to float back up to the top and then fly back up to me. but they didn't, because that's impossible. i was mad at him about my sunglasses -- but i knew dad would by me another pair, so it wasn't, like, the end of the world. so we kept sailing along and everything was all happy. kind of. i wasn't really talking to him very much then.

see, then the waves started getting bigger. and it was a little bit scary, because they were so big that some of them started coming up over the side onto the boat -- it was a pretty small sailboat, i guess -- and i was holding onto the railing for dear life and keeping an eye out for my sunglasses, in case maybe they came flying up, too. even though we'd left that spot, like, twenty minutes before.

the storm hit pretty fast -- i suppose it wasn't really a storm, more like just a whole crapload of big waves. and so i was trying to get up to where arturo was and i don't know what he did, but the boat started turning really fast, and tilting to the side, and it startled me and i screamed and i fell. into the water.

i seriously thought i was going to die. and i would have, too -- it wasn't like arturo was being much help, just standing there on the boat and staring down at me with these big brown eyes that i always liked, but i didn't like them right then, and i don't think i do now, either. he wasn't even doing anything! and i was never really a good swimmer. and i just had to try and stay above the water until the waves died down -- thank god it wasn't really that long, apparently only about fifteen minutes or so, only it felt like forever -- and then i was screaming at him to throw down the life preserver thing and he was still just standing there. maybe he was too shocked that i hadn't died. maybe he wanted to just leave me in the water until i drowned and then he'd be happy. i don't know.

but finally, moving really, really slowly, he threw it down and i got back onto the boat after a while longer, because it was really hard for him to pull me up and he kept "accidentally" dropping me back into the water. anyways, when i got up there he didn't even have any towels or anything -- on a freaking boat -- because we "weren't planning on going for a swim" and i just had to sit there all drenched in salty ocean water while he got us back to the marina.

i didn't say a word the whole way back -- just sat there shivering with my teeth chattering, staring straight ahead and he didn't even notice, not really. i didn't even break up with him. see, i think that's proof -- i think i was in love with him. he almost killed me, or tried to kill me, or whatever, i don't even know -- and i didn't even break up with him! i just got off the boat when we got back to the marina and went home and had a really long, hot shower and didn't answer the phone for a few days when he tried to call me.

maybe that's why he did it, broke up with me. because i'd just been ignoring him. but i had a good reason to do that! i could have died and he just stood there on the boat and stared at me while i was thrashing around in the water, screaming, inhaling water and trying to keep my head above the surface -- and he didn't do anything. and then, when i saw him a couple of weeks later, 'cause that's how long i avoided him for, he told me that we were done and he was leaving, going to some stupid tropical island to go to some lame arts school.

it took a few months for me to come up with a plan, but then a few more after that to put it into action. it didn't take very much effort at all to find out where he was -- his mother, poor dear, thought i wanted to say sorry to him for "breaking his heart" and told me how to find him in a heartbeat. i guess he told her that i was the one who broke up with him or something; or maybe she just tells herself that so she can sleep at night and think that her son's a perfect little angel.

so here i am, transferred to bouscher right after christmas break, and i'm going to get my revenge. somehow. i'm going to make arturo nevés pay for almost killing me. only all the people who know i'm here for revenge think it's just for him breaking up with me. they think i'm the most shallow girl in the world, so attached to looking good and just uber pissed off at him for dumping me. if they only knew...
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