Post by brettmonroe on Aug 2, 2011 2:39:14 GMT -5
VIOLETGRAYMONROE !
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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: v, vi, gray.
birthday: 7 july, 1992.
gender: female.
role: college student.
sexuality: heterosexual.
played by: leighton meester.[/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: Violet has the high potential to be a spoiled brat, being the daughter of an actress and a wealthy defense lawyer. However, thanks to skillful parenting, that has been avoided for the most part.
Violet is strong-willed and fiercely independent. She strives to make a name for herself outside of her parents' accomplishments, so she is taking subjects she's passionate about: journalism and marine sciences. She doesn't always make friends easily as she can sometimes freeze up and become very reserved and shy. However, she is very good at projecting confidence. She doesn't trust easily so it takes a lot to earn her trust. She would prefer to have just a few close friends than many who don't actually like her. Violet is blunt to a fault and usually says exactly what she thinks, without thinking about or caring about the consequences. This can make her come off as a bitch, but she's not for the most part.
likes: hot chocolate, animals, music, boys, comedies, theatre, broadway, her family, thunder storms, baked goods, good grades, writing, nature, the environment.
dislikes: bad smells, undercooked food, horror movies, illness, being late.
strengths: smart, determined, persuasive, independent.
weaknesses: fear, sappy rom-coms, enclosed spaces, threats to her family.
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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: paul edward monroe.
siblings: kaitlyn lucy monroe.
significant other (s): none as of yet.
pets: none.
hometown: Westchester, New York.[/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]
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Erik checked his watch, stifling a yawn. It was just past midnight and he could barely keep his eyes open. He was sitting in his apartment, lights low, trying to slog through yet another chapter of mindless literature. It was full of the sort of legal jargon that was making his eyelids heavy. His head sank onto his chest, and he jerked awake, lashes fluttering wildly. He rubbed his eyes, sticking a random piece of paper into the book to keep his place and slammed the huge textbook shut. Shaking his head, Erik wandered into his tiny kitchen to get a drink of water and a granola bar. The bright lights perked him up more, and suddenly, he needed air. Grabbing a light jacket and shoving his red Converse on his feet, the law student tucked his keys in his pocket and headed out the door. He wanted to go somewhere bright, alive. After some thought, he decided on Times Square. No matter what time of day or night, that place was always crowded, lit up, and bustling.
It took him a few minutes to get there, walking along with his hands in his pockets. The night air was cool and refreshing, waking him up. Erik wandered through crowds of people, guys selling the cliched 'I heart NY' shirts and racks of knock-off sunglasses. He dodged drunk people stumbling around, eyeing the lit up billboards advertising American Eagle and Victoria's Secret and various Broadway shoes with the eye of a New Yorker: meaning that he was used to it and barely noticed the blinking lights. He found himself heading into a random candy shop and coming out with a bag of random, colourful candies. He popped a few in his mouth and stuffed the bag in his pocket as he continued walking aimlessly. It felt good to escape his books and apartment, to leave behind everything that needed to be done, even if it was just for a few hours.
Erik found a bench and sat there by himself, people watching. There were the girls out on the town, the tourists, the gangstas, the natives, the tipsies, the hardcore drunks, and then somebody stood out from the crowd. She was a beautiful redhead - or would have been if she wasn't staggeringly drunk. Erik watched as she fished in her purse for something, watched the way the tube of lipgloss glinted in the brilliantly coloured lights, watched as she clumsily lost her grip on it and fumbled, letting it roll into the middle of the road. She followed it, much to his horror. Even worse, there was a car coming straight for her. Cursing, Erik rand to the curb, leaped off of it, and grabbed her arm, half pushing, half pulling her to safety on the curb he'd just left. As horns blared out and tires screamed, Erik snatched up the tiny, insignificant tube of drugstore lipgloss and sprinted back to the safety of the sidewalk where she stood, mutely.
"Are you insane?" he demanded, not releasing his grip on her arm. "You could have gotten us both killed!" He tried to steer her towards a bench or something, so he could get his breath back. He was still reeling from the adrenaline that surged through him like an electric shock. Clutching the tube in his palm, he held it out to her silently, unsure of what to do. He'd just saved this drunk girl's ass, and how he had no clue how to proceed with things. Did he leave her to get herself into more shit? Did he take her home? Erik was a good boy - he didn't have much experience with these things, much less with pushing drunk girls out of the way of cars. And he was completely confused.
It took him a few minutes to get there, walking along with his hands in his pockets. The night air was cool and refreshing, waking him up. Erik wandered through crowds of people, guys selling the cliched 'I heart NY' shirts and racks of knock-off sunglasses. He dodged drunk people stumbling around, eyeing the lit up billboards advertising American Eagle and Victoria's Secret and various Broadway shoes with the eye of a New Yorker: meaning that he was used to it and barely noticed the blinking lights. He found himself heading into a random candy shop and coming out with a bag of random, colourful candies. He popped a few in his mouth and stuffed the bag in his pocket as he continued walking aimlessly. It felt good to escape his books and apartment, to leave behind everything that needed to be done, even if it was just for a few hours.
Erik found a bench and sat there by himself, people watching. There were the girls out on the town, the tourists, the gangstas, the natives, the tipsies, the hardcore drunks, and then somebody stood out from the crowd. She was a beautiful redhead - or would have been if she wasn't staggeringly drunk. Erik watched as she fished in her purse for something, watched the way the tube of lipgloss glinted in the brilliantly coloured lights, watched as she clumsily lost her grip on it and fumbled, letting it roll into the middle of the road. She followed it, much to his horror. Even worse, there was a car coming straight for her. Cursing, Erik rand to the curb, leaped off of it, and grabbed her arm, half pushing, half pulling her to safety on the curb he'd just left. As horns blared out and tires screamed, Erik snatched up the tiny, insignificant tube of drugstore lipgloss and sprinted back to the safety of the sidewalk where she stood, mutely.
"Are you insane?" he demanded, not releasing his grip on her arm. "You could have gotten us both killed!" He tried to steer her towards a bench or something, so he could get his breath back. He was still reeling from the adrenaline that surged through him like an electric shock. Clutching the tube in his palm, he held it out to her silently, unsure of what to do. He'd just saved this drunk girl's ass, and how he had no clue how to proceed with things. Did he leave her to get herself into more shit? Did he take her home? Erik was a good boy - he didn't have much experience with these things, much less with pushing drunk girls out of the way of cars. And he was completely confused.
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