Post by rubyvonspace on Feb 1, 2011 21:50:37 GMT -5
RubyVonSpace !
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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: rv .
age: twenty three.
gender: female.
staff position: lunch lady.
sexuality: straight .
played by: zoey deschanel.[/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: .
likes: likes here.ruby is vintage free spirited and idiosyncratic type of girl. She goes wherever it is the winds blow her and holds music close to her heart performing at local cafe's and coffee shops and night clubs that allow her free spirited indie music to be heard. At the same time she is very quirky and weirdly poetic, She'll definitely be hard to get at first conversation. She's always up for a good joke and a good time and anyone who is a cool person no matter what the age will just fall in love with her and her hilarious little songs she writes and sings.
dislikes: Being locked down and held a prisoner anywhere. liars and the media which she mocks in her songs constantly. People who hurt animals and nature in general. cigarettes, Whiskey, steak and hot dogs.
strengths: strong idea's and opinions that come off very comical. Sense of humor and way of interpreting things in general. Care-free persona and love for music and performing.
weaknesses: Being too opinionated at times even if rarely. Caring for people and things that are only gonna hurt her. Being a bit naive and easy going. being the sucker for love and forgiving way to easy sometimes or even not forgiving quick enough when it matters most. Too much of a vintage and can't really fit in with the world.
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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: Casper Crooked Tux.
siblings: Emma Tate Space.
significant other (s): if they have one.
pets: Hamster named "Soo Mi".
hometown: Colorado. [/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]
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RP sample:
It was February, the year still new, but settling in steadily. The weather was warming up in Massachusetts, meaning that Clarice could throw on a nice blouse and a pair of heels without worries of getting hypothermia. And today she was in luck, it was a nice, brisk 68 degrees out. Being born and raised in England, she had always been used to cold weather. Clarice found the entrance to the local dinner, she had just gotten out of class and was starving. She sat down at the counter and picked up a menu. Soon enough a tiny, fair-haired, middle aged waitress approached her with a tiny notepad and pencil. "And what would you like sweetheart?" she asked in a deep, wheezy voice. Looking up from the menu, Clarice replied back in a musical tone "Do you mind giving me a few minutes?" The waitress nodded and proceeded to take the next customer's order. Claire set down the menu, and pulled out her phone from her pocket, 5:19 it said. She ran a hand through her hair, and stuck her phone back in her pocket. She could feel the holes burning in her back from multiple people staring. Although the diner was in the vicinity of Norton University, it wasn't often you saw someone like Claire in a place like this.
Clarice set her elbow on the counter, resting her chin in her hand. With her free hand she picked up the menu again and read it over. Nothing really appealed to her, but she was hungry, and honestly didn't feel like driving all around Greenwich just to find a place to eat. 'A cup of coffee? Something to eat? Or both. Hmp." she thought to herself. The waitress walked back over to her, raising her eyebrow in replacement of a question. "Err, I'll just have a coffee for right now." Claire tucked her hair behind her ear, looking around. The diner was buzzing with families, seniors, and small families. Then, out the window, the streets were packed with cars zooming back and forth, in and out of town. In just a matter of seconds she pulled out a small notebook and pen and began to write down the states that the licence plates were from. She even found about 2 or 3 cars that had European plates. Ranking number one was, obviously, Massachusetts, number two New Jersey, and number three New York.
THUMP ! In an instant Claire turned around to see a cup of coffee set right in front of her, small droplets of it splattered all over the menu, soaking the spots in which they fell. "Oops, sorry hun. That'll be $3.47" the waitresses stated. Clarice nodded rummaging through her purse and pulling out a 5 dollar bill. She then grabbing a napkin or two wiping off what she could and the side of the cup. She picked up the cup and placed her lips on the rim on the cup before noticing a rather dark stain on her jeans. She groaned, they were new and pretty difficult to clean. She grabbed another napkin, furious trying to get what she could out off of her pants. After a minute she gave up, pushing the coffee back. Clarice took her phone back out, 5:39. She didn't have anymore classes until tomorrow, but she did have an article to write. "Hey uhh.... she read the waitresses name tag "Beatrice. Do you think I could get this coffee to go? Beatrice simply nodded and went into the back before returning back with a coffee cup. "Thanks." she said before pouring the liquid into the cup. Clarice got up and walked to the exit, she could hear her heels 'click' as she walked.
She opened the door and headed for her car, taking her keys promptly out of her purse. Clarice dropped her coffee in the process, spilling the entire thing all over the ground. "Shit!" she cursed under her breath, and then headed back for the diner. She was going to be in need of some caffeine pretty soon.
Clarice set her elbow on the counter, resting her chin in her hand. With her free hand she picked up the menu again and read it over. Nothing really appealed to her, but she was hungry, and honestly didn't feel like driving all around Greenwich just to find a place to eat. 'A cup of coffee? Something to eat? Or both. Hmp." she thought to herself. The waitress walked back over to her, raising her eyebrow in replacement of a question. "Err, I'll just have a coffee for right now." Claire tucked her hair behind her ear, looking around. The diner was buzzing with families, seniors, and small families. Then, out the window, the streets were packed with cars zooming back and forth, in and out of town. In just a matter of seconds she pulled out a small notebook and pen and began to write down the states that the licence plates were from. She even found about 2 or 3 cars that had European plates. Ranking number one was, obviously, Massachusetts, number two New Jersey, and number three New York.
THUMP ! In an instant Claire turned around to see a cup of coffee set right in front of her, small droplets of it splattered all over the menu, soaking the spots in which they fell. "Oops, sorry hun. That'll be $3.47" the waitresses stated. Clarice nodded rummaging through her purse and pulling out a 5 dollar bill. She then grabbing a napkin or two wiping off what she could and the side of the cup. She picked up the cup and placed her lips on the rim on the cup before noticing a rather dark stain on her jeans. She groaned, they were new and pretty difficult to clean. She grabbed another napkin, furious trying to get what she could out off of her pants. After a minute she gave up, pushing the coffee back. Clarice took her phone back out, 5:39. She didn't have anymore classes until tomorrow, but she did have an article to write. "Hey uhh.... she read the waitresses name tag "Beatrice. Do you think I could get this coffee to go? Beatrice simply nodded and went into the back before returning back with a coffee cup. "Thanks." she said before pouring the liquid into the cup. Clarice got up and walked to the exit, she could hear her heels 'click' as she walked.
She opened the door and headed for her car, taking her keys promptly out of her purse. Clarice dropped her coffee in the process, spilling the entire thing all over the ground. "Shit!" she cursed under her breath, and then headed back for the diner. She was going to be in need of some caffeine pretty soon.
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do not steal this template, or remove the credit, whatsoever.
also, out of respect, do not change ANYTHING at all.
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