TUCKER, maureen shay

[maureen]

maureen shay tucker.
nineteen ,, london, england ,, bite me/photographer,, heterosexual ,, quiet ,, emma watson
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"She had always been Maureen Shay Tucker, since the day of her birth back on February 10, 1991, but that’s only what her birth certificate read. No one, with the exception of her parents when they were angry or her twin brother to tease her, actually calls her that. It’s usually something along the lines of Reeny, Meme, or even the occasional Maury. Maureen was an Irish name meaning sea of bitterness, and the moment that the girl found this out, she refused to be called it any longer. When she began to be called by a nickname, she wanted to change her middle name, but it was something her parents would simply not allow since they actually liked the name Shay, which was Irish meaning hawk. And so, Maureen, by the time she entered her days of primary school, went by Reeny Shay Tucker. However, she always had her brother, Jacob Dillon Tucker, next to her repeating her name constantly. He was annoying, but she loved him all the same. She loved all of her family and anyone she had a relation with so close that one would find them to be like family. However, it’s not easy to be called like family when it comes Maureen. She’s not too trust worthy.

And she’s always being stepped on, even at the age of nineteen. Maureen has always been the quiet, weird one in the background who never knew exactly what to say or what to do. She was never really good with people, even though she always wished she could be. There was just something about the human race that almost frightened her. As she got older, she learned exactly what it was about the human race that frightened her. It was the deceit. At first glance, she saw only beauty in the skin, flawless or not, in the eyes, reflective or mysterious, in every aspect. Beauty was the only thing she could see, and it really is still the only thing she can see when she looks at someone of her species. Over the years though, she became educated, as she watched people interact with each other, never interacting with them herself. She watched them hurt and love, laugh and lie. Even these little sins, she found beautiful; she found everything beautiful. That’s what Jacob said was her biggest flaw. She thought everything was beautiful, and yet she would never get near enough to touch it, to experience it for herself. She doesn’t know the touch of someone else’s flesh on her own, though many times boys, even some girls, have come along and flirted with her because it’s impossible to deny her beauty.

Maureen wasn’t one for romance; it was human interaction on a more intimate scale, and she barely knew how to talk to someone to ask where the bathroom was or order what she wanted from a restaurant. When she does speak, though, she has a sweet voice, with that ever present British accent, and it is lovely. When she talks, her nose wrinkles and a pair of dimples show on her cheeks. At those times when she’s more nervous than normal, a light blush paints itself on her cheeks over a light scattering of freckles. Her eyebrows raise and lower depending on what words are coming out of her mouth or out of those around her. Her face and body were the way she spoke, with expressions and body language. She always simply found the body more beautiful than the words that could come out of it. That was why she became a photographer for a band, to take pictures of people, look at them, and watch them. She learned angles and lighting to highlight better features on certain people. She studied culture, teaching herself what the world found to be beautiful and not. Over time, Maureen figured out how to make a single person, that she obviously found to be beautiful, to be the public’s image of ugly or gorgeous. Her life could be divided up into two parts: anatomy and culture.

The Tuckers moved from London when both Maureen and Jacob were seventeen. The family packed their bags. Surprisingly, Maureen had the smallest as she never found clothes or possessions to be all that important. And many times, by many different people, she had been told that she could pull of whatever she wore, however she wore it. One thing that she certainly has is a high self-esteem. She’s not one of those girls who look down on herself. She’s rather happy in her skin, comfortable with the way she looks and the way she acts. Las Vegas was different than London, and it made Maureen stand out, feel more different, than she already did. She spent her time as a senior in high school in the library, studying, and alone at the lunch table watching everyone interact. She never really knew exactly how Jacob had managed to find her a job as Bite Me’s photographer. She wasn’t exactly sure herself why she took the offer when she knew all along it was a social job, but a few months snapping their pictures, and her vocabulary grew. She’s still rather awkward and nervous in situations, bouncing from foot to foot, and often biting her lip, but she became comfortable with the band and its crew. The next thing she knew, they were heading off on some tour, which she wasn’t too sure about, but it gave her an opportunity to snap more pictures and learn more social aspects of humans."





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As Kyle reassured her of the nutritious snacks he had, Jane suddenly got even more excited that she already was for the night, as hard as that was to believe. It was unbelievable to somehow she managed to keep all of her happiness locked up inside of her. With all the emotions the little redhead felt, she was bound to explode one of these days. At the moment, she couldn’t even list all of the emotions she was feeling: happiness, eagerness, nervousness, the always awkwardness. Her quiet voice and small stutter on her words mixed with her accent, displayed the nervousness she felt rather well as she spoke to the brunette boy that she was sitting so close to. “That’s—that’s good.” The smile that had been on her face all night still not leaving, as he went on about the fridge on his bus that they could raid for their night time adventure to some hotel. “Chocolate covered almonds are delicious... Chocolate covered anything for that matter is delicious.” Jane wouldn’t deny that she liked chocolate, but she didn’t really eat the delight too often.

Ophie Jane hadn’t moved since they had decided to take a picture together, to demonstrate smiling and happiness, which they had yet to take. She felt her hand twitch in his, and her thigh press against his as she brought her legs out of their Indian style fold. His legs went out considerably farther than hers, but that was no surprise. Jane was one of the shortest, if not the shortest, person on tour. It was one of those things that people would tease her about, if they teased her at all. She was one of those characters that no one seemed to want to hurt or even attempt to; too small, too delicate, too sweet and sensitive. For this she was very thankful. Not having to go through those childhood times again would be wonderful. Not having to go back to any rehab would be wonderful. But at the moment, that should have been the least of her worries, her concerns. Her attention wandered back to Kyle. Her attention, her mind, was there often even if he wasn’t around, though she was sometimes able to control her thoughts and pull them back to what managerial duty she was doing, whether it was organizing interviews, setting up signings, scheduling guest appearances, or booking more tours and shows. She was able to keep him off her mind when she was cleaning as well. She didn’t have to do all that much cleaning on the Completely Incomplete bus, when she thought about it, but being who she was, anything out of place had to be in place. One thing out of place was a mess.

She had her mind pulled back into the conversation as the boy spoke again. “It’s a...a bit of shame, don’t you think ?” She asked, genuinely curious. The butterflies could have possibly maybe stopped some time ago if they had had this very conversation earlier on, but if they had had this conversation earlier on, they wouldn’t have the same friendship going on. They wouldn’t know each other like they knew each other now, and that would be even more of a shame. “Actually...really ?” She paused for a second, biting her lip and twirling her hair once again, gulping down the pit in her throat before speaking again. “I-I-I find that a, er, bit hard to believe. You’re just so, well, loveable.” That blush on her nose and cheeks grew an even hotter red as he continued to talk obviously as nervous as the manager. This filled with her even more nerves, and her finger seemed to twirl her hair faster and her teeth sunk harder into her lip, though she relieved that before any blood or anything spurt through. She didn’t really know exactly what was going on, but she thought she knew, and she honestly hoped she was right, because if she was this was the moment she had been waiting for every since the moment her hormones had kicked in those many years ago. She had pictured it in her head, and it had been nothing like this. She didn’t feel butterflies ricocheting off every part of her stomach or a pit develop in the back of her throat making it difficult for her to talk. She didn’t know how it’d feel like to have her hand being held by one larger than her own. She just giggled. “I’m...I’m glad to know this.” To know she had someone who’d throw a punch for her. It was an incredible feeling she wasn’t sure she was feeling right. It took her a few gulps to get that pit to go away before she could speak again, trying to forget the butterflies and the contact she had with him at that moment. “I’d agree to go on a date with you...any day, Kyle.”

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