Post by laine on Nov 15, 2010 0:02:07 GMT -5
LAiNEELiZABETHKRAMER !
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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: laney.
age: fourteen.
gender: female.
grade: freshman.
sexuality: heterosexual.
played by: cassadee pope.[/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: laine is not the kind of girl who tolerates shit, be it toward herself or anyone else. she's a very outgoing girl, who while she enjoys her time by herself, is typically found with at least one person. she's not known to typecast, and is very open-minded in regards to who she befriends. she likes the underdogs, and likes to try to help them. laine is ballsy, and while some of the things she says and does may be a little loony, they're usually well intended. she's not particularly mean, unless she has reason to, and likes to think that her heart is in the right place. despite this, laine has been known to have off days - like the rest of the human race - and sometimes is quick to snap. typically this behavior is infrequent, and when it does occur, laine is quick to realize the error of her ways and apologize. she's not much for holding grudges amongst her inner circle of friends, but can be toward those she does not know particularly well.
likes: hanging with friends, protecting kids who need it, sticking up for herself and her friends, singing, reading, listening to music.
dislikes: bullies, most jocks - because they are bullies, most cheerleaders, most preppy people, most people in general on some days, hip hop, pop, homophobes, bible-thumpers.
strengths: loud, slightly obnoxious, well-intended, good-hearted, caring, her singing.
weaknesses: loud, slightly obnoxious, quick to speak her mind and get herself into trouble, doesn't know when she's taken something too far, can be a flake, dances off-beat to her own ritalin-popping drummer.
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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: jonathan matthew kramer.
siblings: none.
significant other (s): none as of yet.
pets: a black cat named vallergas.
hometown: napa, california.[/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: nonee
best way to reach you: pm :]
RP sample:
He leaned against the wooden fence that kept the boardwalk all nice and tied together. Behind him, there was water that crashed against the wooden tiers that kept the thing together and frothed in its pleasant, rabid existence. There were so many goddamned people there - on the boardwalk, anyway. It was like a tourist attraction, only worse, because the people who frequented it weren't tourists. They were fucking terrorists, in Jimmy's mind. Pretties who cascaded around with their ugly boyfriends, all juiced up with bad skin and douche bag hair. They all wore shirts three sizes too small, to show off what little muscle definition they had to anyone with eyeballs. And the orange girls that linked their arms with them were just as bad, with their pretty faces and deep fried hair from their straightening irons. They had more eye makeup on than the freakin' Mona Lisa had paint, and DaVinci was such a big fan of painting layers under the actual picture itself.
Things weren't really looking so great. On a regular day, things were pretty shitty - but today seemed like a regular day to curl up and die. He'd imagine if anyone would pick a day to kill themselves, or anyone else, it would have been a day like today. He leaned back on his forearms against the wooden beam and glanced over his shoulder down at the water. There were probably people under the boardwalk itself, people that he should probably be hanging out with, who were smoking or boozing it up, or just having an all around better time than he was. Though he was, secretly at least, hoping he'd run into someone. While he was really only waiting for someone to show up who would be entertaining to hang out with, he was also hoping a little that he'd get a chance to run into Nichole. He hadn't talked to her in a while, and as unlikely as it seemed, he did miss her a little. Ever since she'd met Shane, of course, things for them had pretty much hit rock bottom. It was pretty much that damn William's kid's fault. Jimmy hadn't had any romantic feelings or anything like that toward Nichole, so it wasn't like he was smitten by her and she was suddenly taken away from him by some jock. Except, in a way, it was like that. He, apparently, wasn't a good enough friend to keep her from prancing happily back over the line to the dark side.
No, of course not. She just wanted to date some loser, and if that was it, well then, so be it. He tightened his fists a little as he straightened himself up, so that he could skim the crowd. The air was pretty thick with carnival-type smells, like the metals of the Ferris wheel and the food that was sold on the boardwalk. It wasn't really an entertaining smell. He preferred the dulled down version of the carnival grounds, when it wasn't in season and he could hop the fence and drink with a few people. That was, by far, better than the smell of large crowds and jocks.
Jimmy grumbled absently to himself and watched the bobbling heads of the crowd swim around like fish in the ocean beneath him. He could really, really have used a smoke at that point in time, because the entire situation was pointless. There was no telling that Nichole would have even wanted to go somewhere like that. Or anyone else, for that matter. He was pretty sure that none of his friends would want to be on the top half of the boardwalk, and he was about three seconds from just deciding to screw it all and go hang out with the pot heads under the boardwalk.
Things weren't really looking so great. On a regular day, things were pretty shitty - but today seemed like a regular day to curl up and die. He'd imagine if anyone would pick a day to kill themselves, or anyone else, it would have been a day like today. He leaned back on his forearms against the wooden beam and glanced over his shoulder down at the water. There were probably people under the boardwalk itself, people that he should probably be hanging out with, who were smoking or boozing it up, or just having an all around better time than he was. Though he was, secretly at least, hoping he'd run into someone. While he was really only waiting for someone to show up who would be entertaining to hang out with, he was also hoping a little that he'd get a chance to run into Nichole. He hadn't talked to her in a while, and as unlikely as it seemed, he did miss her a little. Ever since she'd met Shane, of course, things for them had pretty much hit rock bottom. It was pretty much that damn William's kid's fault. Jimmy hadn't had any romantic feelings or anything like that toward Nichole, so it wasn't like he was smitten by her and she was suddenly taken away from him by some jock. Except, in a way, it was like that. He, apparently, wasn't a good enough friend to keep her from prancing happily back over the line to the dark side.
No, of course not. She just wanted to date some loser, and if that was it, well then, so be it. He tightened his fists a little as he straightened himself up, so that he could skim the crowd. The air was pretty thick with carnival-type smells, like the metals of the Ferris wheel and the food that was sold on the boardwalk. It wasn't really an entertaining smell. He preferred the dulled down version of the carnival grounds, when it wasn't in season and he could hop the fence and drink with a few people. That was, by far, better than the smell of large crowds and jocks.
Jimmy grumbled absently to himself and watched the bobbling heads of the crowd swim around like fish in the ocean beneath him. He could really, really have used a smoke at that point in time, because the entire situation was pointless. There was no telling that Nichole would have even wanted to go somewhere like that. Or anyone else, for that matter. He was pretty sure that none of his friends would want to be on the top half of the boardwalk, and he was about three seconds from just deciding to screw it all and go hang out with the pot heads under the boardwalk.
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