Post by amelia on Jul 5, 2010 21:11:23 GMT -5
AMELIAJANEO’GRADY !
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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: Mel
age: eighteen
gender: female
grade: senior
sexuality: bisexual.
played by: Amanda Seyfried[/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: Happy go lucky, make love not war type of person. Very artistically driven, nice to a fault, usually described as having no back bone because she doesn’t stick up for herself, only because she doesn’t like confrontation. Everybody’s friend. Type of girl to wave and say hello to the school freak, and be nice to the girls who make fun of her.
likes: Music, flowers, chocolate, painting, drawling, the piano, the smell of old books, crayons, oil pastels, blank canvas’, the sand, the beach, the ocean, swimming, fish and dolphins, coloring books and coloring outside the lines, writing her own music, helping people, giving a smile to someone in need, giving a helping hand, and bunny rabbits.
dislikes: Rudeness, when peanut butter gets stuck to the roof of your mouth, clowns, thunder storms, rap music, confrontation, people making fun of other people, having your toes stepped on when you’re wearing flip flops, spinach and broccoli, grammar, worms, animal cruelty, fur, first impressions, speaking in front of large crowds and tight spaces.
strengths: Anything artistic, being a kind person, science, acting, strong sense of morality, speaking up for those who need it, and writing.
weaknesses: cute boys, chocolate, good sales, animal cruelty protests, music, art, and starbucks.
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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: Antonio Carlisle O’Grady
siblings: only child
significant other (s): N/A
pets: a rat named cheese
hometown: Bangor, Maine[/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: this is my first on here
best way to reach you: facebook, I’ll put it in my profile once I set everything up, or through private messages on the site
RP sample: A usual post for me ranges from medium length to novelesk depending on inspiration that I am pulling from the previous post, and how inspired I feel at the time of writing it.
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estelle giovanna frost
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Stella automatically regretted lashing out on him out of jealousy as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Not only had it made her swear, which was something she almost never did. But this was what she had succumbed to. This is what liking him had brought her to. Jealousy, rage, a feeling of being let down and heartbroken. He had done this to her, it made her angry with both him and herself. It made her want to take her fists and pound them against her chest, and tell him what scum he was for leading her on, for making her break down her icey walls to let him in. She could already feel them frosting over again out of sorrow and heartache, heartache that he had caused by his actions.
Stella recalled the days they had spent together in the past few weeks working on their project that they had been forced into. How after a couple days it wasn’t like slow torture and how she’d actually started to enjoy himself. How easy it felt to be around him, how easy it felt to be herself with him, the carefree fun person that she could be with her mother and her brothers. Not the prim, proper, uptight. With him it was so easy to just get lost on being what her mother would want her to be, rather then what her stepfather had expected her to be. She could feel him breaking away at her icey exterior to get to see the real her. She had felt like there was something growing between them, she had felt like he was actually starting to like her, starting to respect her. But now she realized that he was just playing with her, and her emotions and she hated him for it.
“You might as well put your stupid little accent away, because it’s not going to work on me. You’re not going to use your accent to charm your way into my pants ever, or into my good graces any time soon. I thought you had at least enough respect for me to shower before coming over. But I guess that’s just you right, you have no respect for women what so ever do you? Oh wait that’s right you respect them by making sure your gone by the morning right? Typical… very very typical. Your such a sorry pitiful excuse for a man you know that?”
She again regretted her words, but at this point she was so hurt and angry that it didn’t bother her until after they had come out of her mouth. She couldn’t believe that he would the place of some girl that he had banged the night before and come straight to her to her place, especially without showering first. She honestly did think that he had more respect for her then that. She was under no illusions that he had stopped sleeping with other girls. But she had thought that they had, had a don’t ask don’t tell thing going on. Because she really couldn’t tell that he was, and she was happy with the thought of maybe he would settle down to be with her, as delusional as it probably sounded. His current actions just felt like a slap in the face, and she could almost feel the sting.
Stella was yanked out of her own little pity party when he had said two small words. Words she wasn’t even sure if she’d heard, or imagined he’d said. I’m sorry… he really just apologized to her. She felt this odd knot form in the put of her stomach. There if Stella knew anything, anything at all, it was that he never apologized for anything. She had heard the locker room banter of cheerleaders he had slept with, and argued with, and how he’d Jedi mind tricked them into apologizing to him, even when they’d done nothing wrong, and he was fully to blame. She was about make him say it again, just to make sure she’d actually heard him say it and not her mind playing tricks on her when he’d come over to her and embraced her, made her look at him.
She was then, almost one million percent sure that he had actually said he was sorry. He proceeded to sound like a stumbling, drunken idiot. She would have wondered if he was drunk and resented his drunken confession and possibly even smacked him if she would have even smelled the fainted scent of alcohol on him. But there was nothing, not even a microscopic odor. He was sober, which made it all the most meaningful to her. She listened to him, trying so desperately hard to figure out what he was trying to say. It was like he’d given her a puzzle, but hidden some of the pieces on her. Towards the end all her senses were on full alert as she could feel that he was trying to tell her something big, something so monumental it would probably move mountains when the words escaped his lips. But then he let her down again…he delivered way short of her expectations.
Stella wanted to smack him, smack him right in his smug beautiful face. Why did he enjoy playing with her emotions so much? Was this some sort of karmic retribution? If so she wasn’t quite sure what she had done to deserve such bad luck. Had she not given back enough to her community and other people, if so she would give double next time? Or was the universe trying to tell her something like, ‘We’re sorry Stella, you can either be rich and happy or poor and in love’. If that was the case, it could take all her money, she’d rather be penniless then be this unhappy ever again.
But then, everything changed. The second before Adakias turned away from her she saw something that she herself didn’t know was possible. To her it was like seeing a unicorn, or something that you only heard about in myths. There were tears in his eyes. Adakias Hirsch was actually about to cry. It was in that instant that she knew that his absurd babbling had meant something, and that he had not been leading up to I hate this smell. She was right all along, it had been something significant, something that would have moved mountains had he had the courage to say it. She was almost positive, she felt it in her core.
Something took over inside of Stella; something she wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but all she knew was she wanted to make him feel better. She wanted to hold him in her arms and make him feel better, no matter how nauseating he smelled, no matter how horrible he had made her feel seconds ago. Something in her soul needed him to stop crying. From the moment that she had seen the tears in his eyes, there had been some sort of unspoken bond made between them. One that she felt would be almost impossible to break. She felt like if she ever saw him cry again, and she were the cause her soul would be damned and she would spend the rest of eternity in hell paying for it. The next thing she knew he was calling himself a dumbass, even though a tiny part of her wanted to agree with him, there was a bigger part of her that needed to comfort him.
“Hey now.” Stella said in a soft gentle voice that she was sure he had never heard her use before. It was a soothing voice that she had only ever had to use a few times, and that was when her little brothers had hurt themselves on accident and needed to be comforted. Adakias needed to be comforted, and she knew that. After a moment or two of staring at him, she crossed the room and was on her knees in front of him. By this time he had stopped crying but it didn’t matter, she took face in her hands and whipped away tears that were remaining on his face. She sat up between his open legs that had been supporting his arms when his face had been in his hand and wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. She rubbed his back in a soothing pattern, trying her hardest to calm him down, just held him. She didn’t speak, because somewhere in her she knew that there didn’t need to be words that this would be enough.
She didn’t know how long she held him, it could have only been a moment, or it could have been hours. She didn’t care about silly things like time or what was happing around them. All she cared about was the fact that something inside of her, no matter how big or small that part was needed him to be happy again. She knew that the dynamic had changed between them somehow, and that unspoken bond was still there and if anything had only grown stronger by her actions of comforting him. Somewhere inside of her, she now knew that from this moment on, her happiness was undoubtedly linked to his happiness.
Oh my god, had she just fallen in love with Adakias Hirsch…?
Stella finally couldn’t take anymore of the stink that he was covered in. If she inhaled it for another second she was going to vomit all over him and ruin the mood between them. She slid her arms from around him and sat back on her legs which were folded under her. She looked up at his face, into his eyes. Still no words were spoken between them, but it was like her eyes were talking to his eyes; her soul was talking to his soul. Begging it to please not hurt her, because she was almost positive that she wouldn’t survive it, and if she did, she would die of loneliness before she ever let anyone in again. Finally she broke her gaze from his, and pushed herself off the floor.
“Take your cloth’s off”, was all she said it wasn’t . She didn’t say another thing. To it sounded like something he would say. In her mind she wondered if he thought that he was about to get lucky, and to tease him, if only for a second she took off her big belt and played with the bottom of her shirt, to make him think like she was going to take it off. This was only payback for hurting her so much earlier, plus something inside her enjoyed teasing him so very much. Then she grinned ad him, and walked into her bathroom and turned on the water in her bathtub, and came out with her bathrobe in her hand, and stretched her arm out to him. “I’ll wash your cloths, and you take a bath. Take your time, there’s no rush its going to take at least 40 minutes for your cloths to be done. You can put my robe on after your finished.”
Stella turned her back to him, to give him some privacy, though she was sure he would have started stripping in front of her gladly. But she wasn’t ready to go there with him, and she knew that he she saw him naked it would probably steal what little self control she had left. “Oh, and one more thing…” she said crossing her arms. “If you try anything cute…I’ll have my step father order a hit on you..” and with her eyes closed yet, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a little smile to let him know she was messing with him, and to lighten to serious mood that surrounded them.
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[/SIZE][/color][/font]post status, completed.
[/color]for my dearest, person whos name was taken out.
dress in-click.
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