Post by charliexcore on Nov 9, 2010 0:40:26 GMT -5
SUSANNAHELENEMARSH !
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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: sus, susie, susie q
age: eighteen
gender: female
sexuality: heterosexual
played by: candice accola [/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: Susanna is a very bright, happy, bubbly little thing. You'd think that after all the twist and bends of her childhood and her boy troubles that she would be screwed up. She loves to laugh and she loves to cry and isn't concerned about hiding when she does either. What she doesn't like however, is when people judge her for her teensy little drug problem. She doesn't like liars either, her parents were huge ones, so she if she catches you in a lie you best be assured that you may never hear from her again. She is the queen of holding grudges. She doesn't swear, something about all the things that her momma taught her when she was little really stuck. She is also very affectionate and really friendly when she is around the right people. She is a very, very good people person.
likes: cocaine, freedom, music, chocolate, the smell of roses, iced coffee, writing
dislikes: fighting, swearing, withdrawing, her parents, her ex, liars, haters, blueberries
strengths: sweet, caring, compassionate, smart, bubbly
weaknesses: drug habit, selfish, insincere, unapologetic, calculating, serious
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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: matthew marsh.
siblings: only child
significant other (s): her ex, claude
pets: none
hometown: jacksonville, new jersey [/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
best way to reach you: pm or snakesvsdinos@hotmail.com
RP sample:
eleanor spent most of the time after she got home from playing lacrosse with some of the girls being lectured by her parents. they tended to get a little obsessive everytime she did something that wasn't 'ladylike'. she had gotten home a little after five, as filthy as could be. when eleanor played sports, she got very, very dirty. it was that reason that the boys were afraid that one day she would just walk onto the field and actually try to get on the team. she had thought about it a few times, but fredrick was on the team and that would just be too much. the moment she had walked in the front door they had pointed her to a single chair that was just sitting in the middle of the living room. as weird as it may seem to anyone who wasn't there, she had seen the chair before. she knew then that her parents had found out about the skinny-dipping she had taken part in on saturday night. she also suspected they learned that she had picked a fight with one of her teammates. she didn't often get into fights, but she did when one of her friends was spoken ill of and this time had been no exception. someone had called freddy an attention-whore and then had thrown in that he had slept with everything in sight, save the tomboy. so, as it came to be she nearly beat the hell out of player number forty-five. what was worse was she didn't know why she had done that. she really did need to give over her little infatuation.
she had sat there and listened to them for an hour and a half before they left the room. she knew the drill, the one where she sat there for another few hours and thought about what she had done and how she prepared to fix it. she didn't want to fix it, she loved being on of the guys. she loved to roll around in the dirt and get naked when she wanted to. why did she have to act so girly? at eight forty-five she finally made it up to her room. she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just crawl into bed. she knew that it was impossible though, she needed a wicked shower to get the smell of grass and sweat out of her hair. she slowly slid out of her shorts that stuck to her skin like glue, sliding them off until they hit the floor. she pulled her shirt and her bra off together in one full swoop. she was left standing in her knee-high socks, her shoes, and her panties. she went to her mirror and slowly pulled the band that was holding her hair up in a very sloppy ponytail out of hair. she really was the worst girl ever. she slid out of her panties, shoes, and socks as she looked towards the door that led to her bathroom. god, she couldn't wait to get under that hot spray. she quickly got into the shower and laughed as she saw all the dirt and grime drip from her body. it was refreshing to her, to have all that dirt just gone and to see the evidence that it had been there. she was definetly a weird kid. she got out of the shower and with her pjs under a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt she quietly slid out of her window and into the night.
she probably should have went straight to fredricks, but something compelled her to walk down through the woods. a normal girl would have been scared, frightened, or terrified. eleanor on the other hand was brightened by the dark, dreary woods. she spent forty-five minutes just breathing in the cold air and relaxing in silence in a place that her parents would never find her. sometimes she really did hate her parents, they made her feel so tiny in a world that she should have felt adequate. when she finally go tired of just sitting in the woods like a creepy, peeping tom she headed off towards fredricks house. when she arrived at the house on the side that his window was on she noticed that all the lights were off, she was grateful of that. she hadn't been caught yet and wasn't going to start. she made her way up to his window and slid the window up so that there was enough room for her to squeeze through. as she shut the window she stole a glance at him, he looked like he had had a rough day. she thought for a little second that maybe tonight was not a good night to just sleepover. she knew that it was her night though and she knew how hard it would be to get to sleep without him. she slid out of her jeans and tee-shirt and slowly, quietly slid into the bed beside him, cuddling up as close to him as she possibly could. it was a cold night and she was just so tiny.
she had sat there and listened to them for an hour and a half before they left the room. she knew the drill, the one where she sat there for another few hours and thought about what she had done and how she prepared to fix it. she didn't want to fix it, she loved being on of the guys. she loved to roll around in the dirt and get naked when she wanted to. why did she have to act so girly? at eight forty-five she finally made it up to her room. she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just crawl into bed. she knew that it was impossible though, she needed a wicked shower to get the smell of grass and sweat out of her hair. she slowly slid out of her shorts that stuck to her skin like glue, sliding them off until they hit the floor. she pulled her shirt and her bra off together in one full swoop. she was left standing in her knee-high socks, her shoes, and her panties. she went to her mirror and slowly pulled the band that was holding her hair up in a very sloppy ponytail out of hair. she really was the worst girl ever. she slid out of her panties, shoes, and socks as she looked towards the door that led to her bathroom. god, she couldn't wait to get under that hot spray. she quickly got into the shower and laughed as she saw all the dirt and grime drip from her body. it was refreshing to her, to have all that dirt just gone and to see the evidence that it had been there. she was definetly a weird kid. she got out of the shower and with her pjs under a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt she quietly slid out of her window and into the night.
she probably should have went straight to fredricks, but something compelled her to walk down through the woods. a normal girl would have been scared, frightened, or terrified. eleanor on the other hand was brightened by the dark, dreary woods. she spent forty-five minutes just breathing in the cold air and relaxing in silence in a place that her parents would never find her. sometimes she really did hate her parents, they made her feel so tiny in a world that she should have felt adequate. when she finally go tired of just sitting in the woods like a creepy, peeping tom she headed off towards fredricks house. when she arrived at the house on the side that his window was on she noticed that all the lights were off, she was grateful of that. she hadn't been caught yet and wasn't going to start. she made her way up to his window and slid the window up so that there was enough room for her to squeeze through. as she shut the window she stole a glance at him, he looked like he had had a rough day. she thought for a little second that maybe tonight was not a good night to just sleepover. she knew that it was her night though and she knew how hard it would be to get to sleep without him. she slid out of her jeans and tee-shirt and slowly, quietly slid into the bed beside him, cuddling up as close to him as she possibly could. it was a cold night and she was just so tiny.
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