Post by jaymie sue sullivan on Jul 25, 2011 19:18:58 GMT -5
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But these things take time love. These things take backbone.
And they’ll tell you what they want to hear ’cause they think it’s better. Better. [/color]
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age;; 18
gender;; female
band you are affiliated with;; ghost on the altar
position in band;; photography
sexuality;; straight
play-by;; meg frampton
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likes;; dandelions, kittens, the color pink, photography, music, and converse shoes
dislikes;; thunderstorms, heat, small spaces, and crowds
quirks and habits;; twirling her hair and biting her nails
strengths;; photography and music! duh!
weaknesses;; making new friends and busting out of her shell
fears;; losing her best friend, her twin
goals;; going far with her photography
history;;
one. jaymie and her twin, mercy, were born into a nice middle class family. they remain the only two children.
two. she began taking photos at a very young age, the minute she could hold a camera.
three. they were homeschooled by their mother until they reached eighth grade.
four. it was much harder for jaymie to make new friends than it was for mercy. her shyness got in the way.
five. jaymie was a straight a student, the top of her class even. she refused the position of valedictorian though. stage fright probably had something to do with it.
six. after finishing highschool, jaymie earned a job as an intern at a big label company.
seven. it didn’t take long for them to hire her as a full time photographer for the band ghost on the altar.
eight. jaymie developed a huge crush on the lead singer of the band but denies it even to herself.
nine. now she is on tour with the guys.
ten. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to handle it on her own, jaymie managed to get her twin a job on the tour. so she drug mercy along with her…as if mercy didn’t want to go anyway.
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age;; 18
what makes the world go 'round?;; i wrote the rules biyatch!
roleplay sample;;
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jayme sue sullivan[/i];;[/b][/size]
But these things take time love. These things take backbone.
And they’ll tell you what they want to hear ’cause they think it’s better. Better. [/color]
[/center]age;; 18
gender;; female
band you are affiliated with;; ghost on the altar
position in band;; photography
sexuality;; straight
play-by;; meg frampton
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likes;; dandelions, kittens, the color pink, photography, music, and converse shoes
dislikes;; thunderstorms, heat, small spaces, and crowds
quirks and habits;; twirling her hair and biting her nails
strengths;; photography and music! duh!
weaknesses;; making new friends and busting out of her shell
fears;; losing her best friend, her twin
goals;; going far with her photography
history;;
one. jaymie and her twin, mercy, were born into a nice middle class family. they remain the only two children.
two. she began taking photos at a very young age, the minute she could hold a camera.
three. they were homeschooled by their mother until they reached eighth grade.
four. it was much harder for jaymie to make new friends than it was for mercy. her shyness got in the way.
five. jaymie was a straight a student, the top of her class even. she refused the position of valedictorian though. stage fright probably had something to do with it.
six. after finishing highschool, jaymie earned a job as an intern at a big label company.
seven. it didn’t take long for them to hire her as a full time photographer for the band ghost on the altar.
eight. jaymie developed a huge crush on the lead singer of the band but denies it even to herself.
nine. now she is on tour with the guys.
ten. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to handle it on her own, jaymie managed to get her twin a job on the tour. so she drug mercy along with her…as if mercy didn’t want to go anyway.
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age;; 18
what makes the world go 'round?;; i wrote the rules biyatch!
roleplay sample;;
Seeing as I'm the boss ! ...I'm putting a post from another board. ^.^
It was as she turned around that she realized there was someone calling to her. He was hurrying toward her, his long, skinny legs working fast to reach her. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the awkward way the bags bumped into his knees. It looked like he was either going to fall or his pants were. She managed to keep the giggle inside but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. He stopped beside her and held her bag out to her. Rissa held a finger up to her lips, almost an attempt to hide her amused smile. Her eyes twinkled as she reached toward the bag with her other hand. “Thanks.” She tossed her head to the side to get the fringe of hair out of the way again. She noticed his hair was styled a lot like her own. This time she couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up but it wasn’t his hair that she was giggling at. “I’m Rissa though. I’m afraid I don’t know a Sheila.”
Her smile grew sort of crooked on her face and she cocked her hair to the side as she looked into his face. He looked so familiar but she was almost positive that she couldn’t know him. Her eyebrows drew closer as she thought for a second. “Do I know you from somewhere?” That’s when she placed him. “Oh, you’re, um…that guy,” She had to slap herself on the back for pulling that one out. Sometimes she was just a freaking genius. She laughed at herself. “Gabe?” Yeah, that probably wasn’t the right name. “I mean, you’re in Highway Bandits, right? I’m terrible with names and faces…so sorry if I slaughtered it.”
To try to take the heat off the fact that she’d probably just butchered the poor guy’s name Rissa grinned. “I saw your show. It was great. Y’all have an amazin’ stage presence.” God, did her redneck accent have to be so vividly horrendous? She was always wondering if it made other people think she was slow. Of course, they might think she was stupid for numerous other reasons. She couldn’t help it if doing stupid stuff was entertaining.
Suddenly, her phone started singing loudly making Clarissa jump. ‘Leave, ohh. I’m begging on my hands and knees. Just to prove you wrong.’ She fumbled with her bright messenger bag for a bit. Probably because she didn’t want to risk putting the bag down and forgetting it again…and that’s most likely what would’ve happened. ‘You feel so much pressure just to keep me here. I hope this door finds you well.’ The ringtone continued until she finally found the damn thing. Absentmindedly, Rissa mouthed the words of the song as she clicked the button to open the text message.
“I’m sorry,” she told the guy after she’d skimmed the message from her mom. Her lips twitched as she looked back up to him. She couldn’t get the image of him hurrying toward her out of her mind. It was kind of cute. “Thanks again for getting my bag for me. Sometimes I’m such a doofus.” She spoke while she typed a quick reply to her mother. Nobody could ever say Clarissa couldn’t multitask. Her eyes never flickered from his face.
It was as she turned around that she realized there was someone calling to her. He was hurrying toward her, his long, skinny legs working fast to reach her. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the awkward way the bags bumped into his knees. It looked like he was either going to fall or his pants were. She managed to keep the giggle inside but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. He stopped beside her and held her bag out to her. Rissa held a finger up to her lips, almost an attempt to hide her amused smile. Her eyes twinkled as she reached toward the bag with her other hand. “Thanks.” She tossed her head to the side to get the fringe of hair out of the way again. She noticed his hair was styled a lot like her own. This time she couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up but it wasn’t his hair that she was giggling at. “I’m Rissa though. I’m afraid I don’t know a Sheila.”
Her smile grew sort of crooked on her face and she cocked her hair to the side as she looked into his face. He looked so familiar but she was almost positive that she couldn’t know him. Her eyebrows drew closer as she thought for a second. “Do I know you from somewhere?” That’s when she placed him. “Oh, you’re, um…that guy,” She had to slap herself on the back for pulling that one out. Sometimes she was just a freaking genius. She laughed at herself. “Gabe?” Yeah, that probably wasn’t the right name. “I mean, you’re in Highway Bandits, right? I’m terrible with names and faces…so sorry if I slaughtered it.”
To try to take the heat off the fact that she’d probably just butchered the poor guy’s name Rissa grinned. “I saw your show. It was great. Y’all have an amazin’ stage presence.” God, did her redneck accent have to be so vividly horrendous? She was always wondering if it made other people think she was slow. Of course, they might think she was stupid for numerous other reasons. She couldn’t help it if doing stupid stuff was entertaining.
Suddenly, her phone started singing loudly making Clarissa jump. ‘Leave, ohh. I’m begging on my hands and knees. Just to prove you wrong.’ She fumbled with her bright messenger bag for a bit. Probably because she didn’t want to risk putting the bag down and forgetting it again…and that’s most likely what would’ve happened. ‘You feel so much pressure just to keep me here. I hope this door finds you well.’ The ringtone continued until she finally found the damn thing. Absentmindedly, Rissa mouthed the words of the song as she clicked the button to open the text message.
“I’m sorry,” she told the guy after she’d skimmed the message from her mom. Her lips twitched as she looked back up to him. She couldn’t get the image of him hurrying toward her out of her mind. It was kind of cute. “Thanks again for getting my bag for me. Sometimes I’m such a doofus.” She spoke while she typed a quick reply to her mother. Nobody could ever say Clarissa couldn’t multitask. Her eyes never flickered from his face.
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