Post by jennarodriguez on Aug 9, 2010 21:41:34 GMT -5
JENNAMARIERODRIGUEZ !
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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: Jenna.
age: Fifteen.
gender: Female
grade: Sophomore.
sexuality: Bi-Curious.
played by: Hanna Beth.[/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]
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Piercings: Nose & Lip.
personality: There is a shit ton of things to say about Jenna's personality, mostly because there are so many different sides of her. She cares way more than she should for people, even if you're incredibly mean to her she will not hate you, and if she says she does she's lying. She's the type to forgive someone for killing her family and would be the one crying if they were sentenced to death. Though she usually shies away from any sort of contact, if you need her, she's there. Happen to become one of her friends? Congratulations, you're not going to have to put up with her the rest of your life, because she will not abandon anyone, no matter what you do - oh, that also means you managed to get a little bit of trust, and you may even be able to hug her and have her hug back (and mean it.) Jenna's trust isn't easy to get, even if it seems like she trusts you, more than likely she's hiding something. But don't get discouraged; just show her you care, and maybe she'll find the courage to open up.
Jenna has been called mature for her age, and shy. But she's also been called extremely outgoing to the point of being obnoxious, and childlike. She can switch rapidly from one to the other, even in the middle of a sentence. It's not uncommon for her to suddenly fall silent, stop moving, and it seems she's a totally new person. However, all it takes for her to fall over laughing is a perverse joke or just something else totally random that happens to catch her eye. Not too hard to do, since she easily distracted and easily amused, as well as easily bored and easily distracted. She's got the strangest fears anyone could ever have - varying from bugs to reflections - and is also a bit paranoid. She does not handle death very well, and is very .. odd about a lot of things. A good comedy movie to her are the Saw movies.
She still talks to her imaginary friends, and is the type to burst at laughing at random because "something they said was funny" or she was just simply remembering something. A lot of people try to make fun of her, but she just looks at them, pays them a compliment, and walks away. Jenna won't let your words bother her - or let you see that they bother her, rather - but if you try to hurt someone she loves than she will come after you with plastic knives and the dull end of a wooden spork. .
likes: tattos, piercings, older guys, blue eyes, green eyes, gray eyes, heavy metal.
dislikes: preppy girls, cheerleading, human contact.
strengths: making and keeping friends, being there when you need her, keeping secrets.
weaknesses: she cares too much, trusting.
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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: Jack.
siblings: Jacob {younger brother, ten}.
significant other (s): none.
pets: Two dogs, one cat.
hometown: Lakewood, NJ[/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: just jenna
best way to reach you: PM for now
RP sample:
and you might think i'm losing my mind
but i will shy away from the specifics
but i will shy away from the specifics
[/size][/font]Softly, the eighteen year old boy sighed, a cool breeze rolling off
the ocean to dance around his pale, handsome figure. He lay on his
stomach, propped up on his elbows, toes digging into the sand as his
innocent blue eyes looked out across the majestic ocean. It was high
tide, the waves washing aimlessly over the chilled sand, crashing
against the rocks to his right, sending up splashes of foamy salt
water. The sound was soothing, though not as calming as the steady
pounding of a horse's hooves as it galloped along the shore. Nothing
could compare to that. Even music could not compare to the humorous
nicker of an equine calling out to its owner. Closing his eyes, Hayden
imagined what it would be like if he could have brought his mare
Killer to Rosewood Academy. He'd be a lot happier and confident, that
was for sure! Being away from her... It was like a piece of him was
missing. He really hoped his older sister was keeping her in shape.
"If not, all that training over break will go to waste and I'll have
to start all over!" he murmured, eyes still closed as he listened to
the music of Mother Nature around him. He'd always been the outside
type of person, preferring to lay out in the sun or under the stars
over relaxing indoors. Though he did enjoy curling up with a good book
during a storm, if he wasn't out in the barn making sure the horses
were safe, or cuddling on the couch to watch a good movie. Not that he
got the chance to cuddle with anyone very often at home. His parents
wouldn't have exactly approved of him bringing boys home, and he just
didn't like girls the way they always said a normal boy should - which
was why his parents had no idea that he was gay.
Another sigh, this one of sadness, left the senior's lips as he pushed
himself up, brushing the sand from his body before settling back down
onto his blue and gray homemade blanket, sitting with his knees
slightly bent, arms draped over them with his eyes focused on the sea.
He wanted to tell his parents, just like he'd told his sister and some
close friends back home, but he was afraid of how they would react.
All his life, his parents and the church had engraved into his brain
that liking the same gender was immoral and one of the greatest sins
you could commit. He'd heard his parents views on gay and bi people.
Just thinking about it made his skin crawl, making him feel completely
disgusted with himself.
Not that he'd ever really done anything with anyone. He'd chickened
out any time things started to get a little heated back in North
Carolina, always finding some excuse to head home and never return.
Not once in his life had he had a boyfriend, or gone any further than
a small kiss on the cheek; it was kind of pathetic. "Why do you keep
holding yourself back? Your family isn't even here! It's not like they
would have to find out!" he argued with himself, feeling a hot tear
roll down his cheek. He didn't bother to wipe it away - no one was
around to see him, the always happy and optimistic one, crying anyway.
Plus, he was tired of keeping the tears in. It was tiresome work,
pretending to not be afraid of who you were.
It didn't take very long for the tears to start running down his face
in silent streams, body huddled over, shaking in sobs that hardly made
any noise at all. He'd mastered the art of silence many years ago,
when he'd cried himself to sleep nearly every night. Only once had he
been caught and, thankfully, it had been his sister who had walked
into his room and found him trembling on his bed, curled up into a
tearful ball. She'd stayed up with him the rest of the night, watching
movies and eating ice cream while assuring him that she still loved
him and always would.
Things had gotten a little easier after that night. He didn't cry as
often and, if he felt like he was going to, he spent the night hanging
out with his sister. It had become normal to find the two of them
curled up on the floor together, old Disney movies playing on the TV
as they slept, an empty coffee ice cream container next to them. The
two had always been close, so they're parents never suspected anything
of their son. Or rather, they refused to believe that they're son was
gay. But that didn't stop them from placing stricter rules over the
household.
Hayden wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone, he wasn't allowed to have
guy friends over, he couldn't go to parties unless it was someones
from youth group. Home had pretty much turned into a jail and, though
his sister tried to help by staying home so her brother wouldn't be
stuck alone all the time, he hated to keep her away from her own
friends. So eventually, he convinced her that he was fine and would
manage on his own - after all, he had the horses. That had been enough
for him to cope.
A splash on his arm shook Hayden from his thoughts, returning him to
the California shore. He wiped his eyes, thinking it was just a stray
tear, but as another splash hit him on the nose the boarding school
student noticed just what it was - rain. "I feel like you're crying
along with me. Is it because you don't hate what I am, or because you
wish I was straight?" he whisper, voice shaking. In response, thunder
rumbled overhead and lightening flashed off in the distance, a
mournful sound in the once peaceful atmosphere. "I wish I knew what
that meant.."
Standing up, Hayden grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his
shoulders and over his head, grabbing his flip flops as he moved off
to the boardwalk. He wasn't ready to return to school - no one should
see him like this, he didn't want to worry them. Ducking under the
wood, listening as people ran to their cars, Hayden sniffled and wipes
his face on a dry corner of his blanket before spreading it out and
sitting on it once more, pulling his knees up to his chest and rocking
slowly back and forth.
"I don't hate who I am..." he cried out, not worried about being heard
as the waves crashed angrily on the sands, smashing their fists on
the rocks as thunder and lightening boomed and cracked around him, "I
hate what I can't be!"
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