Post by mrgn on Oct 7, 2011 21:50:15 GMT -5
ISABELLAMORGANREIMER !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: izzy, bella, bells.
birthday: 14 October, 1996
gender: girl.
grade: freshman.
sexuality: straight.
played by: annasophia robb[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Isabella is extremely independent. Although only a freshman, she gets by on her own. She rarely asks for help, due mainly to her excessive intelligence. Isabella has always been a good student - she can't help it. But not only is she a good student, she's in all honors and AP classes. Sometimes Isabella gets a little self conscious, though. Her intellectual side annoys her sometimes. Now that she's a high school student, she's in classes mainly with older students. She's quiet at that time, and being new, she doesn't hang out with friends too much. Isabella is often painfully shy, and doesn't reach out towards people too often. Isabella, to sum it up in one word, is an introvert.
likes: books, reading/literature, cupcakes, cats, writing, pens, that-new-book-smell, horses, riding
dislikes: her awkwardness, squash, mushrooms, people strongly opposed to the opposite political party, screamo music, the color yellow
strengths: smart, handy, rational
weaknesses: low social skills, blurts what she's thinking, afraid of what others think
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: michael allen reimer
siblings: marianna isabella perez
significant other (s): ~
pets: a cat named murphy
hometown: lisle, illinois - outside chicago[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters in jackson: ~
best way to reach you: either email or pm :3
Sample:
Well, now he's done it. Kyle has officially fucked up. Like no other. He looked down at the bread in his hands and then back up to the girl. She looked angry. No, not just angry. Freaking pissed off. Her face flushed and Kyle winced at her expression as well as her tone of voice. This girl was freaking pissed off, and with good reason. Kyle realized what he had done was stupid, and probably confusing to look at. But had the girl been able to read thoughts she might understand what was going on. At least, Kyle hoped that was the truth. Grimacing, Kyle swallowed the rest of the bread and put the twisty tie back on her bag of bread. It was the least he could do.
But before he could hold it out to her, the girl stormed off. Into the sun. Crap. Sunlight. Darkness was better, but... Oh well. Kyle didn't need this girl. He could do fine on his own. Now he had food, so he would be able survive for about... Three more hours. Well, that was a very minor comfort. Kyle looked down at the bread in his hands, swearing silently to himself. Why did he have to be such a douche? I mean, what was a little hunger? Ah, what was he kidding? It wasn't just a little hunger. It was insane hunger. And, what did that mean? Kyle had no clue. No clue what had happened to him, no clue what he was doing. No clue what he could do. After all, he was completely alone.
Actually, that wasn't absolutely true. Kyle wasn't all alone, there was still that girl. But, after all, would she really help him? He had stolen her bread. However, it looked like that girl had money on her. She could buy more bread. At least, he hoped so. For if she did help him, that girl would need to buy him more food. A loaf of bread could on last so long. Like, about 5 hours.
So, it was decided. Kyle had come to a conclusion, and that was to go after this girl. Explain to her what happened, give her her bread back, and maybe she could help him figure out what the hell was happening to him. Except, that seemed a bit hopeful. Who knows if this girl would even look at him after what he did. But, that was a bit extreme. For God's sake, it was just a loaf of bread! They don't cost that much. Grimacing, Kyle shoved one hand in his pocket, the other holding the bread, and heaved a sigh. Time to chase after a girl.
As Kyle was starting to leave the alley, he looked down and realized the girl had dropped her sunglasses. Yet another reason to chase after her. He bent down to pick them up, realizing that he had forgotten his backpack farther back in the alley. Sighing with slight frustration, Kyle ran back to grab it after picking up the sunglasses. Then, when he was walking out of the alley, he picked up the bright green golfball that she had also dropped, and proceeded onto the sidewalk. Now, he hadn't been keeping track of how long it had been since the girl had left. But, looking back at it, it seemed like it had been over 5 minutes. That means she would've gotten herself a good distance away from him. With good reason, too. Who would stay around a kid like Kyle? Especially after what she had witnessed.
Gathering up as much courage as he could muster, Kyle started his way down the sidewalk at a walk. People were walking slow. Too slow. Several times, he got stuck behind a group of people who were just strolling along, and Kyle had the urge to kick him. Couldn't they realize he had to catch that girl? Kyle smirked. "That" girl. She hadn't even had the courtesy to give him her freaking name. Some lady, she was. Shaking distracting thoughts out of his head, Kyle realized he probably wasn't going to catch her unless he picked up his pace. Groaning lightly, Kyle started running.
The sun was beating down on him as he ran, and a light sweat broke out on his forehead. Black skinny jeans, hot weather, and running were NOT a very good combination. But he didn't let that get to his head - this girl had to help him. Kyle didn't know why, or even how, but he was going to force this girl to help him. Great plan, Kyle. How was that going to work? After all, you were with her for not even 10 minutes and she already ran away from you.
The farther he got down the street, the more his panic grew. Kyle couldn't see the girl anywhere amongst the throngs of people. He knew what he had to do, but... Well, this was going to be awkward, and he was definitely going to get a few stares after this. "HEY!" Kyle shouted out, already gathering a few people's looks. "HEY. HEY YOU! BREAD GIRL! YOU FORGOT YOUR SUNGLASSES! AND YOUR... GOLFBALL!" He screamed, his voice shattering the normal-ness of the happenings on the street as he ran. Way to make a spectacle of yourself, Kyle.
At last, Kyle saw the girl up ahead. Breaking into a spring, her ran around to face her about 5 feet away, stopping in his tracks. "You forgot your bread and your sunglasses. Oh, and your golfball." He panted, holding out the items to the girl. Standing there, he rested a bit. That was the most he had run in... Well, he wasn't sure the last estastic time he had run. But, hey. Maybe he would get in shape now, because the running was fun. It had created a kind of rush that made Kyle... Happy. So, he stood there grinning stupidly, his hair whipped around his face, drips of sweat rolling down his cheeks. He knew he looked like an absolute tard - but he didn't care.
// My posts probably won't be as long as that... that was a phase. Just fyi. I also apologize for the swearing in the sample...
But before he could hold it out to her, the girl stormed off. Into the sun. Crap. Sunlight. Darkness was better, but... Oh well. Kyle didn't need this girl. He could do fine on his own. Now he had food, so he would be able survive for about... Three more hours. Well, that was a very minor comfort. Kyle looked down at the bread in his hands, swearing silently to himself. Why did he have to be such a douche? I mean, what was a little hunger? Ah, what was he kidding? It wasn't just a little hunger. It was insane hunger. And, what did that mean? Kyle had no clue. No clue what had happened to him, no clue what he was doing. No clue what he could do. After all, he was completely alone.
Actually, that wasn't absolutely true. Kyle wasn't all alone, there was still that girl. But, after all, would she really help him? He had stolen her bread. However, it looked like that girl had money on her. She could buy more bread. At least, he hoped so. For if she did help him, that girl would need to buy him more food. A loaf of bread could on last so long. Like, about 5 hours.
So, it was decided. Kyle had come to a conclusion, and that was to go after this girl. Explain to her what happened, give her her bread back, and maybe she could help him figure out what the hell was happening to him. Except, that seemed a bit hopeful. Who knows if this girl would even look at him after what he did. But, that was a bit extreme. For God's sake, it was just a loaf of bread! They don't cost that much. Grimacing, Kyle shoved one hand in his pocket, the other holding the bread, and heaved a sigh. Time to chase after a girl.
As Kyle was starting to leave the alley, he looked down and realized the girl had dropped her sunglasses. Yet another reason to chase after her. He bent down to pick them up, realizing that he had forgotten his backpack farther back in the alley. Sighing with slight frustration, Kyle ran back to grab it after picking up the sunglasses. Then, when he was walking out of the alley, he picked up the bright green golfball that she had also dropped, and proceeded onto the sidewalk. Now, he hadn't been keeping track of how long it had been since the girl had left. But, looking back at it, it seemed like it had been over 5 minutes. That means she would've gotten herself a good distance away from him. With good reason, too. Who would stay around a kid like Kyle? Especially after what she had witnessed.
Gathering up as much courage as he could muster, Kyle started his way down the sidewalk at a walk. People were walking slow. Too slow. Several times, he got stuck behind a group of people who were just strolling along, and Kyle had the urge to kick him. Couldn't they realize he had to catch that girl? Kyle smirked. "That" girl. She hadn't even had the courtesy to give him her freaking name. Some lady, she was. Shaking distracting thoughts out of his head, Kyle realized he probably wasn't going to catch her unless he picked up his pace. Groaning lightly, Kyle started running.
The sun was beating down on him as he ran, and a light sweat broke out on his forehead. Black skinny jeans, hot weather, and running were NOT a very good combination. But he didn't let that get to his head - this girl had to help him. Kyle didn't know why, or even how, but he was going to force this girl to help him. Great plan, Kyle. How was that going to work? After all, you were with her for not even 10 minutes and she already ran away from you.
The farther he got down the street, the more his panic grew. Kyle couldn't see the girl anywhere amongst the throngs of people. He knew what he had to do, but... Well, this was going to be awkward, and he was definitely going to get a few stares after this. "HEY!" Kyle shouted out, already gathering a few people's looks. "HEY. HEY YOU! BREAD GIRL! YOU FORGOT YOUR SUNGLASSES! AND YOUR... GOLFBALL!" He screamed, his voice shattering the normal-ness of the happenings on the street as he ran. Way to make a spectacle of yourself, Kyle.
At last, Kyle saw the girl up ahead. Breaking into a spring, her ran around to face her about 5 feet away, stopping in his tracks. "You forgot your bread and your sunglasses. Oh, and your golfball." He panted, holding out the items to the girl. Standing there, he rested a bit. That was the most he had run in... Well, he wasn't sure the last estastic time he had run. But, hey. Maybe he would get in shape now, because the running was fun. It had created a kind of rush that made Kyle... Happy. So, he stood there grinning stupidly, his hair whipped around his face, drips of sweat rolling down his cheeks. He knew he looked like an absolute tard - but he didn't care.
// My posts probably won't be as long as that... that was a phase. Just fyi. I also apologize for the swearing in the sample...
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