Post by hereitgoesagain on Dec 28, 2010 11:12:10 GMT -5
KAYLEEMARIEDONOVAN !
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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: kay
age: sixteen, nearly seventeen
gender: female
grade: junior
sexuality: straight
played by: kayla ewell[/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: Kaylee can be a straight up bitch. It’s not just when you make her angry, it’s pretty much all the time. What makes her act this way the most? Guys hitting on her, girls that act dumb, people who try to ruin her partying; and the list can go on and on. She isn’t selfish or snotty or cocky; she actually hates people like that. She can be sweet at times and slightly charming when she wants to be. It’s hard for her to like someone because you have to gain her trust beforehand. That’s hard for one reason; you don’t gain it easily. Kaylee is also a party animal and she goes hard. Once she starts, she won’t stop till she’s ready to, which puts a downfall to a lot of her friendships. Deep down, Kaylee may be a sweet, kind individual, but you will only witness the don’t-care, rude Kaylee if you can’t break the core. Kaylee is also a pretty big troublemaker. Nobody bats an eyelash at her when she enters the principals. Everyone knows it's just her place to be; with the poor little bad kids. She's okay with the label though; she would hate to associate with any of the more 'popular' kids anyway. Kaylee is totally different when she's alone though. The guard she holds break down and she's the opposite of what everybody sees. If only she could show this side to everone else, eh?
likes: Family (It’s important to her), music, Partying, Working (Being a waitress isn’t so bad to her!), Singing, Playing guitar, dancing
dislikes: Shopping, Guys who hit on her, Snotty and rich people, People who try to tell her what to do, People who try to interfere with her problems
strengths: Singing, dancing, getting people to leave her alone, telling somebody off (these are all great strengths according to Kaylee)
weaknesses: Men with pretty eyes (Doesn’t that get every girl, secretly?), when someone mentions her mother (who died three years ago), a man who treats her right
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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: Jameson Alaric Donovan, soul caretaker, 42
siblings: Jack Michael Donovan, 16, live with Grandparents back home.
significant other (s): None
pets: She had a dog named Brucie, but she let her brother keep it when she moved here to New Jersey.
hometown: Atlanta, Georgia[/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 yet.
best way to reach you: through PM
RP sample:
That's why I chose foster care. Only because I knew the only other option I had - my missing father. Fifteen years he has been nothing put a name to me and I don't want that to change. He could have changed from my mother's descriptions. He could be a cruel man now with a cold heart, terrible children and a bitchy wife. Even if he was still sweet, charming and all the bullshit my mother described him as, I still would be miserable. Living hell - that's the best way to describe it.
They have to try though, that's what Melissa, my social worker, told me this morning before we entered her office. Now, I'm sitting on the ugly wooden bench sitting outside of her door. I've listen to faint talking with words that I can't make out for a long time - longer than I figured. I hear the phone click down and the tapping of Melissa's stilettos on the tile floor. The big wooden door opens softly. A smile is plastered on her shiny face - this can't be too good for me.
"Good news!" she chirps happily. I put a hand to my face, closing my eyes, ready to take in the terrible inevitable. Oh, brother! "Your father agreed to meet you. We're going to fly into London late tonight and be there tomorrow morning. From there, we'll stay three days before asking a final decision from Mr. Jones on whether he wants you to stay or not."
I lift my head, frowning. If bubbly, kind Melissa is so ecstatic about this, why can't I be? It's just not possible. He's a man that has made himself nothing in my life and that's what I want to be in his - nothing, forever.
"Melissa, do I have to?" I complain quietly. "You could take me to a foster care right now. My bags are even already packed for it! Not too many things, but not too lit-"
She cuts me off with a stern, "No." I've never heard her voice like this before as her face tightens up. With her hands, she ushers me to scoot over. I do as I'm told and she sits down, flattening out her tan pencil skirt as she does. A sweet smile dances on her lips as she takes both of my hands within hers. Now I just know I'm going to receive some kind of speech that I don't want to here but will have to agree with. For the week I've known her, I found out she's really good at these and is very convincing.
"Shiloh, I know you are...stressed about having to meet your father, and I know that his very presence will make you angry - but you have to give him a chance. He may not be everything you expect him to be, whether that be bad or good, but if you don't give him a chance we can't make the correct decision. Maybe you meet him and I found out that his living standards aren't up to date for a teenager or maybe you two just don't click and he decides to send you off, maybe that will put you in you desired living conditions - but I won't just throw you in there." She shakes her head. "A lot of children and teenagers hate it. A lot of foster children are troublemakers - of course not all - but it's still not a good place to wind up. You'll be switching locations a lot until your eighteen and you will no longer have a place you can call home. So, I beg of you, please give this man a chance."
Told you. She picked the right job to pursue and her abilities just scored again. I may loathe my father though I have never met, but she's right. I don't think I would enjoy jumping house to house until I graduated. A chance is what I will give him - not a very big one, of course.
They have to try though, that's what Melissa, my social worker, told me this morning before we entered her office. Now, I'm sitting on the ugly wooden bench sitting outside of her door. I've listen to faint talking with words that I can't make out for a long time - longer than I figured. I hear the phone click down and the tapping of Melissa's stilettos on the tile floor. The big wooden door opens softly. A smile is plastered on her shiny face - this can't be too good for me.
"Good news!" she chirps happily. I put a hand to my face, closing my eyes, ready to take in the terrible inevitable. Oh, brother! "Your father agreed to meet you. We're going to fly into London late tonight and be there tomorrow morning. From there, we'll stay three days before asking a final decision from Mr. Jones on whether he wants you to stay or not."
I lift my head, frowning. If bubbly, kind Melissa is so ecstatic about this, why can't I be? It's just not possible. He's a man that has made himself nothing in my life and that's what I want to be in his - nothing, forever.
"Melissa, do I have to?" I complain quietly. "You could take me to a foster care right now. My bags are even already packed for it! Not too many things, but not too lit-"
She cuts me off with a stern, "No." I've never heard her voice like this before as her face tightens up. With her hands, she ushers me to scoot over. I do as I'm told and she sits down, flattening out her tan pencil skirt as she does. A sweet smile dances on her lips as she takes both of my hands within hers. Now I just know I'm going to receive some kind of speech that I don't want to here but will have to agree with. For the week I've known her, I found out she's really good at these and is very convincing.
"Shiloh, I know you are...stressed about having to meet your father, and I know that his very presence will make you angry - but you have to give him a chance. He may not be everything you expect him to be, whether that be bad or good, but if you don't give him a chance we can't make the correct decision. Maybe you meet him and I found out that his living standards aren't up to date for a teenager or maybe you two just don't click and he decides to send you off, maybe that will put you in you desired living conditions - but I won't just throw you in there." She shakes her head. "A lot of children and teenagers hate it. A lot of foster children are troublemakers - of course not all - but it's still not a good place to wind up. You'll be switching locations a lot until your eighteen and you will no longer have a place you can call home. So, I beg of you, please give this man a chance."
Told you. She picked the right job to pursue and her abilities just scored again. I may loathe my father though I have never met, but she's right. I don't think I would enjoy jumping house to house until I graduated. A chance is what I will give him - not a very big one, of course.
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