Post by tatum on Sept 4, 2012 14:03:07 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]TATUM CAPRICE BARDOT
CITIZEN. TWENTY-TWO. ACTRESS. FORMER-DRUGGIE. REHAB. BITCHY. MISTRUSTING. OUT-GOING.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9s7nsDPpC1rdi3nvo3_250.png);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]tatum was the love child of aspiring american actress lyla song (her real name being delilah winstead) and french politician henri bardot. see it all happened like this. lyla was on vacation in france, paris like all the young women her age were doing, and she was out partying, having a grand old time. while at a bar (she was eighteen at the time, far underage for the states, but allowed to drink thanks to france's more lenient laws concerning the appropriate drinking age), lyla managed to get herself well-soused. she was just a teenager after all, and she'd just landed her first minor role on a tv show as a guest star. the celebration went a little hard, and she managed to get herself drunk out of her mind and passed out in the alleyway behind the night club in a pool of her own vomit. she wouldn't remember any of this of course until she woke up the next morning in a brightly-lit flat on the upper side of paris, the smell of scrambled eggs and croissants filling her nose. when she'd unceremoniously passed out the night before, young politician-in-training, henri had picked her up and brought her back to his flat to care for her. unlike her friends, he hadn't allowed her to be abandoned in the dark streets, a potential rape victim or worse. he was in the process of fixing her breakfast when she awoke with a groan and promptly asked him where the bathroom was so she could throw up. following the violent evidence of her hangover, she meandered back into the living room and calmly ate her eggs, asking her caregiver questions about himself and never bothering to stop long enough for him to ask her questions about herself. it was, by far, the most enjoyable morning she had in her entire life, and she would always remember it. the young man had to depart for work, but he entreated her to make herself at home, and so she did. while he was away, she cleaned up a bit - feeling thankful but also guilty that he'd cared for her drunken self - and she even managed to fix him a polite dinner for when he arrived home that evening. the love affair started so sweetly, and it was like a dream for the two of them. they fell deeply in love, lyla living at henri's flat during the months she was in paris filming and generally enjoying her summer. but, as with all great stories, summer must come to an end. when filming was finished, her visa ran out, and lyla was forced to return to the states. henri asked her to marry him, but she wasn't ready, and she refused, crying silently to herself as she watched him through the windows at the terminal as she waited for her flight home. she would never forget him. nine months later, lyla would give birth to a beautiful, black-haired baby girl. she named her daughter 'tatum' after her grandmother, and she gave the girl a french middle name followed by her father's last name. she would never tell anyone who the girl's father was, but she would always remember him. she didn't get much work following the birth of her daughter, due to childcare being more expensive than her paychecks could bring in, and she would eternally be known as the guest star on three episodes of some french telenova. she fell into a dark place, deep inside blaming her daughter for her downfall and forgetting the love the girl represented. when tatum was nine years old, she ran home from the public school she attended to announce her joy at receiving straight a's, only to find her mother screwing her boss at the diner where she worked. the little girl was scarred by the sight, and she screamed with horror. the two broke apart and lyla tried to explain that the only way she could keep her job and keep them alive was by fucking her employer, but tatum could never forgive her. although she was just a child, she knew what her mother was doing wasn't right, and she refused to have anything to do with it. she closed off from her mother then, and never shared her life with her again. however, a year later, lyla found out she had cervical cancer. it was rare for such a young woman to have such a deadly ailment. without the money to have chemo or other treatment, she knew she was going to die. in those last moments, she confided in her ten year old daughter the truth about her father. she admitted she didn't know him any longer and wouldn't want him to know the person she was now, but she made tatum promise to find him, made her promise to live a good life. her mother died three months later, right after tatum's eleventh birthday. with her future leading to the inevitability of a foster home or, worse, the dead end foster care system with no permanent family or place to live, tatum ran away. she had always been a smart girl, and she managed to weasel her way into an airport and into the system headed for paris. she stowed away on board the plane, hiding in the restroom until the plane was in flight and there was no way she could be turned out. it was a crazy scheme, but it worked, and she made it to paris, dodging the check-in on the other side and escaping into the city. she had no idea where to find her father, or even if he still lived in paris or france at all, she wandered the streets until she grew hungry and her stomach rumbled loudly. this was the first time tatum began acting. she pretended to be a student on an assignment to write an essay about a powerful politician, and she was walked right into mayor's office of the beautiful french capitol. once there, she got a hold of the governmental records (as part of her 'assignment') and was pleased to find out henri bardot was, in fact, the very mayor of paris in the flesh. thrilled and scared he wouldn't accept her or believe her, she drew together all of her confidence and marched up to his secretary's desk and demanded a greeting with him. of course, elementary-aged children weren't permitted into the mayor's office especially since he was such a busy man, but tatum blurted out she was his daughter, silencing anyone within hearing distance. the secretary, aghast and surprised by such a statement, hurriedly phoned her boss and retrieved him, ushering the youngster into his outer office and leaving her with a cookie as if the treat would silence her long enough for the press not to get their hands on the blossoming story. unfortunately, the mayor had been 'happily' married for almost ten years (a primarily political marriage) and such a scandal as a love child could not get out to the press. after waiting fifteen minutes, the young girl was rewarded by the presence of an older gentleman (old to her although he was only thirty-five at the time), and she instantly knew it was him. after such a long trek, sneaking through the airports and airplanes and then the enormous city of paris, she was presented with her father, and she broke down into tears. henri also instantly saw lyla in this girl, as well as himself, and he knew this was his daughter. he had no children with his wife (only a step-daughter), and he'd always loved lyla deep within his heart. he saw her fire in this eleven-year-old who'd traveled all the way from america to see him. he instantly vowed to take her in and raise her, especially after hearing her tale about her mother's downfall and subsequent death. losing lyla for the second time was devastating to him, knowing she was actually gone for good and not living some happy existence somewhere without him brought tears to his eyes. he would always love their daughter since he was never allowed to have her. his wife, of course, was not so overjoyed. her own daughter, born to her ex-husband who hadn't been prestigious enough for her to bother to stay with him, had been the star child for their entire marriage, and this newcomer could not be allowed to take that spotlight. adele was a spoiled child, having grown up in the political spotlight and treated like a princess by the press and her mother. she was the same age as tatum, but everything she wasn't. she was prim and proper and spoiled to within and inch of her life. the two girls hated each other from the start, but tatum was so overjoyed by finding her father, she managed to get through the days with that happiness. her new stepmother was horrible to her, trying to refuse her going to the same schools as adele and calling her barbarous taunts when henri wouldn't be able to hear. life with the woman and her offspring was horrible, and tatum lost herself in a new hobby: acting. when she was fifteen, she garnered herself on a television commercial and filled her off-time with plays at school to keep away from her irritable stepmother. by the time she was eighteen, she'd landed herself a recurring role on a television show, and that led to a spin-off show called 'phoenix wings' about a rock band trying to make it in the big-time. the opportunity took her to hollywood, and although she didn't want to leave her father, he encouraged her to follow her dream, knowing she was enough like her mother that she would be miserable otherwise. once in hollywood, her fame exploded and she became the next teen idol, taking pictures, signing autographs and generally being worshipped by the populace. however, the fame went to her head, and she spiraled out of control. the constant camera-clicking and stalking of the paparazzi, and having every little move and statement torn apart by the media got into her head and drown her into a downward spiral, similar to her mother's fall from grace. at the age of twenty, she got into drugs. it was a small thing at first, a way to forget her worries and forget the bad press, but it grew worse and worse until she was an addict. she continued to act, but she screwed up her lines and was photographed with dark circles under her eyes and sunglasses on at night. it grew worse and worse until she lost her job on the television show and was forced into rehab in paris unde the watchful eye of her father (more like her stepmother who didn't give a damn if she lived or died). her stepmother made sure to leak information to the press, further driving tatum into the pit of despair, and her only solace was the confines of the rehab facility where she holed up. a year later, she was released, and she kissed her father goodbye once more, this time going to new york where she got into the theatre scene and partially out of the watchful eyes of the paparazzi. after making her mark in the theatre, she settled in boston to keep out of the limelight, but the media can follow you anywhere. |
