Post by Kimya Reynolds on Apr 3, 2008 19:44:21 GMT -5
WHAT ARE YOU ALL ABOUT?
What can we call you?: Mew. :]
And How old are you?: 16.
Years of roleplaying: Oh god, um like 6 years.
Sample post: [NOTE; THIS IS WHAT WE LOOK AT THE MOST!]
[Keep in mind, I haven't role played in such a long time, this post is mediocre.]
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for
The night was still and most of all dark. Time was ticking away and sand was slipping through the hourglass. It was rather a dreary night to be out; the roads were slick with the rain that had poured the night before. Tonight was not a good night, oh no. This night would be filled with chaos and disaster and little did anyone know it. Were they aware? Of what was happening? No, not at all. Middle Creek was not aware at all, little did they know that drama was bound sparking just from this one night.
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
The street lights flickered on and off. The sidewalks were deserted and only a few cars passed here and there on the streets. It was far past midnight and cabs drove by looking out for any drunk person that was in desperate need of a ride. Cab drivers enjoyed giving rides to any drunk person for because they were drunk it was nearly impossible to count what amount of money they were possibly giving out. On the road near by a blaring sound could be heard. An apartment at the top floor was causing disruption by having a party. The music was blasting and the people were all over the place, a few were drunk, and there were no parents, which meant there were only teenagers. Drunk teenagers was a really bad thing. Unruly, chaotic, and drunk teenagers.
Stone age love and strange sounds too
Come on baby let me get to you
Bad nights cause'n teenage blues
Get down ladies you've got nothing to lose
Breaking glass could be heard and apparently someone had broken someone's window. Shouts and yelps arose in the air. There were curse words screamed and loud thuds. There were beer bottles and cans all over the place that sent a trail all the way down the steps. So far no one was out of the apartment, everyone was still in their extremely destructive habitat. This being located in New York, no one really cared to phone the police of these desruptive habits.
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Suddenly a young teenage girl stumbled out of the party. "Oh shit," she murmured as she slowly walked towards the rail of the stairs. She placed her hand on her forehead, the other contained a lose grasp on the rain, and she winced at the headache she was having."Major hangover,tomorrow." She slowly made her way down the steps. Yes, it was Alexis. The hard core barbie. She certainly drew attention with her wild hair, but at the same time people could be caught by her beauty. Not many people took time to actually look at her. Most people that looked at her were too appalled by the way her hair was tangled that they gossiped about it instead of truly noticing her. That's the way most people are, noticing the outside and never taking time to breath deep and look for what's inside.
Hey street boy whats your style
Your dead end dreams don't make you smile
I'll give ya something to live for
Have ya, grab ya til your sore
She finally grew a bit weary. She was getting light headed and could barely know what was going on around her. At the final end of the stairs she glanced to the right to see a blurry alleyway. She stumbled towards it and sat down on the cold and wet street. She sighed deeply as she closed her eyes trying to block everything thing out. A few minutes of rest wouldn't hurt, would it?
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Yes, it would. Alexis wasn't aware that this night would change the rest of her life.
CHARACTER
Hi, my name is Kimya Claire Reynolds
I am 17 years old.
My sexual orientation is straight
The style that appeals to me:
On the inside, my personality is like this:
It's the story of my life:
[Be rather descriptive if you want us to really know why your chracter is the way they are. Only admins have privelage of bullet points. 4 good paragraphs MINIMUM.]
Enjoyment:
[Lists or paragraph of likes and hobbies]
Dislikes:
[lists or paragraphs of hates and dislikes]
Other: [this is incomplete and will be completed by tomorrow]
[/center]What can we call you?: Mew. :]
And How old are you?: 16.
Years of roleplaying: Oh god, um like 6 years.
Sample post: [NOTE; THIS IS WHAT WE LOOK AT THE MOST!]
[Keep in mind, I haven't role played in such a long time, this post is mediocre.]
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for
The night was still and most of all dark. Time was ticking away and sand was slipping through the hourglass. It was rather a dreary night to be out; the roads were slick with the rain that had poured the night before. Tonight was not a good night, oh no. This night would be filled with chaos and disaster and little did anyone know it. Were they aware? Of what was happening? No, not at all. Middle Creek was not aware at all, little did they know that drama was bound sparking just from this one night.
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
The street lights flickered on and off. The sidewalks were deserted and only a few cars passed here and there on the streets. It was far past midnight and cabs drove by looking out for any drunk person that was in desperate need of a ride. Cab drivers enjoyed giving rides to any drunk person for because they were drunk it was nearly impossible to count what amount of money they were possibly giving out. On the road near by a blaring sound could be heard. An apartment at the top floor was causing disruption by having a party. The music was blasting and the people were all over the place, a few were drunk, and there were no parents, which meant there were only teenagers. Drunk teenagers was a really bad thing. Unruly, chaotic, and drunk teenagers.
Stone age love and strange sounds too
Come on baby let me get to you
Bad nights cause'n teenage blues
Get down ladies you've got nothing to lose
Breaking glass could be heard and apparently someone had broken someone's window. Shouts and yelps arose in the air. There were curse words screamed and loud thuds. There were beer bottles and cans all over the place that sent a trail all the way down the steps. So far no one was out of the apartment, everyone was still in their extremely destructive habitat. This being located in New York, no one really cared to phone the police of these desruptive habits.
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Suddenly a young teenage girl stumbled out of the party. "Oh shit," she murmured as she slowly walked towards the rail of the stairs. She placed her hand on her forehead, the other contained a lose grasp on the rain, and she winced at the headache she was having."Major hangover,tomorrow." She slowly made her way down the steps. Yes, it was Alexis. The hard core barbie. She certainly drew attention with her wild hair, but at the same time people could be caught by her beauty. Not many people took time to actually look at her. Most people that looked at her were too appalled by the way her hair was tangled that they gossiped about it instead of truly noticing her. That's the way most people are, noticing the outside and never taking time to breath deep and look for what's inside.
Hey street boy whats your style
Your dead end dreams don't make you smile
I'll give ya something to live for
Have ya, grab ya til your sore
She finally grew a bit weary. She was getting light headed and could barely know what was going on around her. At the final end of the stairs she glanced to the right to see a blurry alleyway. She stumbled towards it and sat down on the cold and wet street. She sighed deeply as she closed her eyes trying to block everything thing out. A few minutes of rest wouldn't hurt, would it?
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Yes, it would. Alexis wasn't aware that this night would change the rest of her life.
CHARACTER
Hi, my name is Kimya Claire Reynolds
I am 17 years old.
My sexual orientation is straight
The style that appeals to me:
- Vintage clothing suits her best.
- She is rarely seen without a huge purse and sunglasses.
- She adores dresses with polka dots or some sort of outstanding design.
- Skinny jeans fit her quite well.
- She wears what she desires and could care less of what the rest of the population think.
On the inside, my personality is like this:
It's the story of my life:
[Be rather descriptive if you want us to really know why your chracter is the way they are. Only admins have privelage of bullet points. 4 good paragraphs MINIMUM.]
Enjoyment:
[Lists or paragraph of likes and hobbies]
Dislikes:
[lists or paragraphs of hates and dislikes]
Other: [this is incomplete and will be completed by tomorrow]
