Post by eliza on Nov 18, 2010 17:21:21 GMT -5
ElizaHopeLivington !
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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: Ellie, Little L
age: Seventeen Years of Age.
gender: Female.
grade: Junior.
sexuality: She loves the men.
played by: Michelle Tranchtenberg.[/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]
Her clothing is usually what you would call lightly conservative. To school, she wears a lot of sweaters in the winter, and long sleeved shirts. When she wears short sleeved shirts in the winter, she always has a jacket on, and doesn't take it off. In the summer she will wear long shorts showing off just enough of her legs. But when she goes out to party- the conservative look isn't completely out the window, but she does show much more skin.
personality: Eliza is a sweet girl. No matter what she does, it's usually for another person. Some would call her a pushover, but others would call her a loyal friend. Anything you ask her to do without question will be completed in a timely manner, but that also spawns from the fear that she will lose the friends that she has if she doesn't do as they ask. She is very smart and stays on top of her grades no matter what anyone else sees. She's not the top of her class, but she can beat just about anyone that tries to fight her to the top.
Eliza is always on time, and never late. She treats everything in her life with complete seriousness, and never lets her gaurd down.Overly compulsive she wants to have things go her way when she has control- but she isn't bad enough to have the disorder. If she's in charge, it's her way or no way at all.
When she parties, she tends to get herself a bit off her own rocker. She drinks too much, but knows for a fact that she's kept herself pure- though she doesn't know how long that truth will last. Eliza is the girl that everyone wants to watch drink and see how crazy the sweet innocent girl will get; and it isn't always pretty.
likes: Hot coacoa, Milk, being ON TIME, having her way, cows, her cell.
dislikes: Overly dramatic guys, being late, infomercials, painful shoes.
strengths: Playing the piano, her grades, her personality.
weaknesses: Being compulsive, pretty guys, accents, history, her alcoholic past.
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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: Arron Livington.
siblings: NONE.
significant other (s): None.
pets: Three fish.
hometown: Jacksonville[/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: none, she's my first.
best way to reach you: my email
RP sample:
She watched the boy thoughtfully chew on his lip and she looked away for a moment, knowing how bad of a habit that chewing on the nice soft pink tissue inside his mouth was. She never did it herself, because she could never get the thought of feeling the gentle tug, the tear into the flesh- then, the rush of the warm red liquid that ran over her tongue and teeth, staining them red like the crimson stuff itself. Becka had only bit her lip once on purpose, and she swore to herself that she would never do it again. The thought of the copper taste, and the salty brine in her mouth again sent shivers down the girls back. She didn't want to experence that again. Ever. The girl spoke up gently, before he could say anything, "You know." her voice murmured gently, "t-thats a really bad habit" She brushed her hand against her rosey cheeks, "Biting your lip." She let her hand fall back to her lap and smiled at his responce. 'good' Becka repeated in her head. The way he said it, the way he held on to each syllable made her crazy inside and out. Before she made a fool out of herself, she calmed the outter part and looked into his blue eyes oncemore,the pretty pale pink flushing across her cheeks again- as if brought on by some fairy who's job it was to coat her cheeks with the color each time she laid eyes upon him. They were a much different blue than her's. It might have been the contrast- but becka highly doubted that. What she saw, was the dark blue that stood out, sharply against his midnight black hair. As he spoke, in his amber-like tone she nodded once looking away as she spoke. "I would love to write in my room. It would ease conflicts with the football players. I am saving up- for a piano of my own, but i can't get one yet. Not yet. They seem to get more expensive as the years go on." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up to him. Jeremy never really spoke about his financial standings, but if it was anything like her parents, then he would understand her point. She had enough to live, to splurge a little, and to get through school. That was it, and that's all it was ever going to be. She had her modest sized room, that was clean and warm. That was all she needed and more.
She watched Jeremy think upon himself and she prayed it wasn't bad against her. The last thing she needed was someone thinking that she had done something bad- or almost wrong in a sense. Becka felt her herself tense, then she relaxed knowing that she had to. If she had any chance with him she needed to calm down. As his soft words fell from his lips she felt her own lips fall apart as the words that he spoke soaked into her mind. Her own face turned a beet red, then cooled off as she looked at Jer, his own eyes on the floor. A gentle, and lightly shaking hand was placed on his knee and she looked him in the eye, or tried to for the most part, "Thank you." Becka wasn't one to think that she was bad, and she wasn't the first one to be thought of to have confidence issues- because she didn't. She just hated to bother people. She just always thought she was in the way. Soon she would get over that problem, it was just getting over the first hill that was the hardest.
Becka wasn't one to fall in love outwardly, but there were guys that she always crushed on. The feeling was always the same. The butterflies, the shortness of breath, then the blush that turned up all over her body. She would get really warm, and her hands would start to shake. Usually her eyes couldn't make contact with the guys without making a complete fool out of herself. But with Jer, it was different. Becka could tell she liked him, though she could look him in the eye. She could talk to him without stuttering up a storm, but her heart already started to hurt with the thought of him leaving her in the room alone. The last boyfriends that she had wasn't bad to her, but he just didn't treat her like a guy should. Her eyes fell to his face, which wasn't looking at her's, and it was blushed the same color hers was. That was a good sign, right? "Nice to meet you too."
She let out a small, almost silent gasp as he spoke to her about her problem. His words flowed like magic from his lips. It was like the magic that fell from her fingers when she played her piano. The magic had to be one of the same. The shaking of her delicate hands came back and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "It's already tearing at me- and it hurts." Her eyes watched the keys as she shook her head, "There are only so many keys, one has to fit. But my mind- my mind makes up keys that the piano doesn't have and throws them into my song, trying to make me hurt- trying to take my gift away. It's like-" She stopped, like a deer in headlights. Everything clicked, "Like i have to mix the keys to get the sound i want." Becka turned to Jeremy, a twinkle in her eye, "I don't need just one key, i need two!" She smiled before turning to the piano, and going back a few measures, before playing it, with a new chord- the song finnaly clicking and it sounding perfect, "You did it!" She threw her hands in the air in a happy gleeful way, "You did it!!" She trew her arms around his neck without thinking, her happiness of finnaly getting the song out, overcoming everything else.
For a long moment she sat there hugging him, then her mind clicked, and she realized what she was doing. She jumped off the piano seat and pulled her arms off him, her face so red, it could rival a Firetruck. Oh- she's done it. She'd never have a chance now.
She watched Jeremy think upon himself and she prayed it wasn't bad against her. The last thing she needed was someone thinking that she had done something bad- or almost wrong in a sense. Becka felt her herself tense, then she relaxed knowing that she had to. If she had any chance with him she needed to calm down. As his soft words fell from his lips she felt her own lips fall apart as the words that he spoke soaked into her mind. Her own face turned a beet red, then cooled off as she looked at Jer, his own eyes on the floor. A gentle, and lightly shaking hand was placed on his knee and she looked him in the eye, or tried to for the most part, "Thank you." Becka wasn't one to think that she was bad, and she wasn't the first one to be thought of to have confidence issues- because she didn't. She just hated to bother people. She just always thought she was in the way. Soon she would get over that problem, it was just getting over the first hill that was the hardest.
Becka wasn't one to fall in love outwardly, but there were guys that she always crushed on. The feeling was always the same. The butterflies, the shortness of breath, then the blush that turned up all over her body. She would get really warm, and her hands would start to shake. Usually her eyes couldn't make contact with the guys without making a complete fool out of herself. But with Jer, it was different. Becka could tell she liked him, though she could look him in the eye. She could talk to him without stuttering up a storm, but her heart already started to hurt with the thought of him leaving her in the room alone. The last boyfriends that she had wasn't bad to her, but he just didn't treat her like a guy should. Her eyes fell to his face, which wasn't looking at her's, and it was blushed the same color hers was. That was a good sign, right? "Nice to meet you too."
She let out a small, almost silent gasp as he spoke to her about her problem. His words flowed like magic from his lips. It was like the magic that fell from her fingers when she played her piano. The magic had to be one of the same. The shaking of her delicate hands came back and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "It's already tearing at me- and it hurts." Her eyes watched the keys as she shook her head, "There are only so many keys, one has to fit. But my mind- my mind makes up keys that the piano doesn't have and throws them into my song, trying to make me hurt- trying to take my gift away. It's like-" She stopped, like a deer in headlights. Everything clicked, "Like i have to mix the keys to get the sound i want." Becka turned to Jeremy, a twinkle in her eye, "I don't need just one key, i need two!" She smiled before turning to the piano, and going back a few measures, before playing it, with a new chord- the song finnaly clicking and it sounding perfect, "You did it!" She threw her hands in the air in a happy gleeful way, "You did it!!" She trew her arms around his neck without thinking, her happiness of finnaly getting the song out, overcoming everything else.
For a long moment she sat there hugging him, then her mind clicked, and she realized what she was doing. She jumped off the piano seat and pulled her arms off him, her face so red, it could rival a Firetruck. Oh- she's done it. She'd never have a chance now.
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