Post by joshie on Apr 25, 2010 1:21:48 GMT -5
JOSHUADELWYNHAMILTON !
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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: josh; joshie (only to his closest friends)
age: thirty-one
gender: male
staff position: choir teacher
sexuality: homosexual
played by: matthew morrison[/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: josh is your typical ‘gay guy mean girl’. he has no problem telling people what’s on his mind. he’s gotten in trouble many times for telling people what they need to hear, no matter who it is or how mean it is. despite that, josh is loyal to his friends. if one of his friends has a problem, he will stop at nothing to make them feel better.
likes: Mean Girls, music, dancing, shopping, sex, graphic novels, dogs
dislikes: judgmental people, nosy people, thunderstorms, cats
strengths: josh isn’t one to let people walk all over him. he’s a leader, and he doesn’t do things just because everyone else does it.
weaknesses: josh tends to keep his emotions bottled up. he hardly ever says what he’s thinking, and he hides his hurt beneath a mask of sarcasm and snarky remarks.
[/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]
father: daniel hamilton
siblings: none
significant other (s): mitchell porter. they were high school sweethearts, and they adopted their son five years after graduation.
children: a son, parker. he’s eight.
pets: none
hometown: mason, ohio[/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 here: daniel rennes
best way to reach you: pm
RP sample:
The words 'Lana' and 'athletics' were rarely used in the same sentence, unless of course someone were saying, 'Lana is the worst possible person when it comes to athletics'.
Actually, she wasn't as bad at sports as she pretended to be; it was just part of her girlie image. During the holidays, she sometimes played two-on-two soccer with her father and brothers in the secluded field outside of town. She was actually pretty good at Goalie, although she'd never admit it in a million years.
The girl could now be found ten feet above the ground, resting on a tree limb. It was quite unusual; the fifteen year old didn't climb trees, until recently, that is. A few weeks prior, Lana discovered that she could spy on her unsuspecting schoolmates without them noticing, as long as she hid in the branches and didn't move too much.
For whatever reason, the teenage girl was finding that feat difficult today. She didn't know if it was the smaller branches poking into her legs, or the fact that she wasn't wearing proper tree-climbing attire; her outfit was appropriate for a date or a semi-formal dance, but definitely not scaling trees.
Lana decided that she'd had enough, and it was time to cut her people-watching adventure short; she attempted to disengage herself from the tree. As she moved toward the trunk, however, the branch suddenly snapped. Lana gasped, and her life flashed before her eyes as she fell the ten feet that separated her from the ground beneath her.
"Someone fat get in my way!" she shouted, just as she hit the ground in a tangled mess of limbs, leaves, hair, branches, and clothing material. She shakily climbed to her feet, glaring at the students nearby as they laughed when they passed her.
Rolling her eyes one last time, Lana dusted herself off, then ran a hand through her hair, so that any stray leaves and such would be knocked free. She then checked to make sure she wasn't bruised, and hadn't done any lasting damage to her clothes. The giant hole in the side of her skirt told her that it was ruined, and she had a cut on her arm. It wasn't bleeding much, but it hurt like eight bitches in a bitch boat. Other than that, she was alright.
"I knew I shouldn't have eaten that third helping of supper last night," she muttered to herself, settling herself on the ground against the trunk of the tree that she had just fallen out of so that she could properly tend to her injuries.
Actually, she wasn't as bad at sports as she pretended to be; it was just part of her girlie image. During the holidays, she sometimes played two-on-two soccer with her father and brothers in the secluded field outside of town. She was actually pretty good at Goalie, although she'd never admit it in a million years.
The girl could now be found ten feet above the ground, resting on a tree limb. It was quite unusual; the fifteen year old didn't climb trees, until recently, that is. A few weeks prior, Lana discovered that she could spy on her unsuspecting schoolmates without them noticing, as long as she hid in the branches and didn't move too much.
For whatever reason, the teenage girl was finding that feat difficult today. She didn't know if it was the smaller branches poking into her legs, or the fact that she wasn't wearing proper tree-climbing attire; her outfit was appropriate for a date or a semi-formal dance, but definitely not scaling trees.
Lana decided that she'd had enough, and it was time to cut her people-watching adventure short; she attempted to disengage herself from the tree. As she moved toward the trunk, however, the branch suddenly snapped. Lana gasped, and her life flashed before her eyes as she fell the ten feet that separated her from the ground beneath her.
"Someone fat get in my way!" she shouted, just as she hit the ground in a tangled mess of limbs, leaves, hair, branches, and clothing material. She shakily climbed to her feet, glaring at the students nearby as they laughed when they passed her.
Rolling her eyes one last time, Lana dusted herself off, then ran a hand through her hair, so that any stray leaves and such would be knocked free. She then checked to make sure she wasn't bruised, and hadn't done any lasting damage to her clothes. The giant hole in the side of her skirt told her that it was ruined, and she had a cut on her arm. It wasn't bleeding much, but it hurt like eight bitches in a bitch boat. Other than that, she was alright.
"I knew I shouldn't have eaten that third helping of supper last night," she muttered to herself, settling herself on the ground against the trunk of the tree that she had just fallen out of so that she could properly tend to her injuries.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
this application template was made by LADY AND THE TRAMP !? of CAUTION 2.O
do not steal this template, or remove the credit, whatsoever.
also, out of respect, do not change ANYTHING at all.
lyrics credited to tegan and sara.
do not steal this template, or remove the credit, whatsoever.
also, out of respect, do not change ANYTHING at all.
lyrics credited to tegan and sara.
