Post by charlie on Aug 27, 2011 19:46:42 GMT -5
CHARLIEADDISONJONES !
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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: charlie, c.j., etc.
birthday: 22 january, 1994
gender: female
grade: junior
sexuality: bisexual
played by: ariana grande[/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: to put it simply she is a tomboy. charlie is an athletic, spunky teenage girl. she isn't the brightest bulb (with her grades ranging from C to a B+) but she is streets smart which usually comes in handy for her. the rules have never been an issue for her...it's mostly been vice versa. her outgoing spirit usually gets the best of her. she's never been the one to stick around at one place for long. She gets easily bored and she's not afraid to express it. she is a very independent girl and can sometimes snap if she feels she's being reduced into a mere kid again. and if you poke at her a bit, her more silly secrets may come out *cough* like her love for pokemon *cough*! most importantly, her hair is the glory she bares.
likes: singing, dancing, pop music, parties, chocolate, shy people, pokemon, volleyball, jogging, her hair, basketball shorts, white t's, beanies, domo kun, hipsters, polka dots, pink, orca whales...
dislikes: relationships, players, party poopers, elmo, knee socks, pom poms, digimon.
strengths: her voice, her courage, her street smarts.
weaknesses: her book smarts, her temper, her rebelliousness.
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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: robbie
siblings: vivienne kay jones
significant other (s): n/a
pets: a hamster named tuff
hometown: las vegas, nevada[/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: no one!
best way to reach you: pm or cbox ^.^
Sample:
Charlie's eyes twinkled as she stared at her own too familiar face in the mirror. The radio blasted Barbara Straisand. The catchy beat left the girl unaffected. Her finger felt through her soft autumn brown hair. She needed a different appearance. She seemed too bland in her own eyes. No matter what outfit she picked out, Ms. Jones didn't seem to see anything outstanding about her. She needed something to give her pizazz...the cherry to her banan split, the willy to her wonka, the ranch to her tacos. Her eyes glanced across her face. She stared into her vanity dresser with a smile that slowly faded the more she thought. about her appearance. A lace of hair was twirled around her patit finger. Her glossed lips stuck together as her slow breaths from her nose were barely audible. The Las Vegas scenery was clear from her window. Her daddy owned a large hotel in Las Vegas and every now and then he would let her stay in one of the vacant rooms (when there was one), while he was working. She had already had two strikes, so he was sure she would behave today. The brunette looked down at her fuschia painted nails, her hand stretched out as her eyes examined each nail. They didn't seem to be the problem. She just needed one thing to make her say, "Pee diddly doo world! My name is Charlie and you are my dancefloor."
The tune of Until the End of Time by Justin Timberlake still failed to captivate her mind as well. She seemed unintrigued by herself at the moment which was very rare for her. Usually, she wasn't the one to attack herself with thoughts about her appearance. But at least, she knew these thoughts weren't because of some guy. The last thing she wanted to be was some stupid girl willing to do anything to get a guy's attention. Blah. She wasn't disgusted by guys, but she knew how to control herself around cute guys. Charlie was not the gal to goggle over some guy and his cute smile or hot bod. What would her inspiration, Marilyn, say if she knew Charlie was gaga for some boy? She couldn't even put herself under that situation. It wasn't just the dudes that Charlie had to worry about, but the dudettes to. Being a bisexual teenage girl wasn't as accepted by the world as she would have hoped but either way, girls were also a no-no. Then suddenly, her ears seemed to perk up to a catchy tune.
I've had enough. This is my prayer!
That I'll die living as free as my hair!
The song gave her an epiphany as she calls it. The thought hit her like touvh of rubber to the nerd in a game of dodgeball. She stared into her vanity as she clasped her hair in her palm. The brunette would no longer be a brunette anymore. She smiled as she picked up her phone and rushed through her contacts.
"Hi, this is Charlie. Could you fill be in for tomorrow say...four o'clock? Excellent! I'll pick a color when I get there if that's okay with you."
The tune of Until the End of Time by Justin Timberlake still failed to captivate her mind as well. She seemed unintrigued by herself at the moment which was very rare for her. Usually, she wasn't the one to attack herself with thoughts about her appearance. But at least, she knew these thoughts weren't because of some guy. The last thing she wanted to be was some stupid girl willing to do anything to get a guy's attention. Blah. She wasn't disgusted by guys, but she knew how to control herself around cute guys. Charlie was not the gal to goggle over some guy and his cute smile or hot bod. What would her inspiration, Marilyn, say if she knew Charlie was gaga for some boy? She couldn't even put herself under that situation. It wasn't just the dudes that Charlie had to worry about, but the dudettes to. Being a bisexual teenage girl wasn't as accepted by the world as she would have hoped but either way, girls were also a no-no. Then suddenly, her ears seemed to perk up to a catchy tune.
I've had enough. This is my prayer!
That I'll die living as free as my hair!
The song gave her an epiphany as she calls it. The thought hit her like touvh of rubber to the nerd in a game of dodgeball. She stared into her vanity as she clasped her hair in her palm. The brunette would no longer be a brunette anymore. She smiled as she picked up her phone and rushed through her contacts.
"Hi, this is Charlie. Could you fill be in for tomorrow say...four o'clock? Excellent! I'll pick a color when I get there if that's okay with you."
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