Post by gavin apollo malone. on Jul 26, 2009 0:40:17 GMT -5
w e ' r e o n b u r l e s q u e t i m e ,
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[/sub][/font][/size][/color]oh hai there! my name is viola and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for about two years. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is Isabel Lucas. She's pretty gnarley. anyway, not only do i play this hot chick, but i also play no one else yet. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? mixit. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?Well, my full name is Indigo Karyn Sunn. It's a pretty interesting name, and I absolutely love it! Indigo is my mom's favorite color, so she thought it'd suit me, since she had a feeling that I'd be a unique little baby. My middle name is my dad's mom's name, and our last name I think was originally just 'Sun,' but in the late 60's I think my dad just added an extra N to his last name for fun. I have a couple nicknames that my friends call me, usually things like Indie, Indian, Sunshine, or Crayon. Teachers usually think I'm lying when they hear my name, so that kind of sucks. But all in all, it's all good, just like my name.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?I happen to be fifteen turning sixteen November 8, making me a Scorpio. Pretty much my mom decided she wanted the birth to be natural. Without even the hospital! She called a midwife a couple months before the due date and decided she wanted to have the birth of her first child in the comfort of her own home. And so that's what happened. No epidural, no doctors, no nothing. Of course, my mother wasn't stupid either. She had a nurse on standby just in case anything went wrong, but that was it. After eighteen hours of labor, I popped out of her, bloody and crying my little heart out.tell me, why are you here again?Well, I'm an exchange student from the US. California to be exact. San Francisco to be completely precise. I'll be going into my sophomore year of high school here in Rome, which'll be pretty fun. I got into the exchange program for fun actually, and really just got chosen because of luck. But don't ask me, I have horrible grades.do you prefer boys, girls, or both?Coming from the place that I do, and the parents that I have, it's no surprise that I have no problem with homosexuality or anything of the like. Which is good, because I'd suppose my sexuality would fall under pansexual. I like boys, I like girls, I like boys who look like girls, or girls who look like boys. Transexuals, bisexuals, lesbians, gays, hermaphrodites, androgynies, whatever. It's not about the outside, it's all about the person on the inside. Our physical appearance is just a housing for the soul inside. And I'm not into dehumanization at all.tell me about your love life, sweetie.Love life? I don't think so! I've definitely hooked up a lot. Which is always fun, especially at parties. But I want more than that. So that means that I'm experienced? Yes. Sexually. Relationship-wise? Zip. I've never been with anyone before, and I'd like that. If not because of anything, just to change things up a little.what do you like to do?I like to do lots of things! Some of my favorites would include;
-smoking pot. If there's weed, I'm usually the one who brought it.
-partying. I mean, who doesn't?
-music. I play it, I love it, I live it.
-reading. Much better than television.
-writing. Usually lyrics, but once upon a time I used to want to be a fairy tale writer.
-the beach. It's not exactly something I do but it's definitely something I love, and my absolute favorite place
-art. It's the field I want to major in, after all! I'm pretty interested in game design and photography. But you'll usually see me with a sketchbook in my hand.
-animals. I love to take care of animals. I don't care if I have to shovel out poop or whatever, I mean, it's natural, right?
-texting. It's silly, but I just love to text. I like that even if we can't talk on the phone, I can still communicate with someone, where ever they are. That we're connected.
-learning. Yes, yes, I have bad grades but I love to learn. I know it doesn't make sense! It's just that I have like testing anxiety, and I freak out when I take tests. But I just love to learn. Especially when it comes to English and History. But math. I can always get the concept, it's just the freaking 'putting it to practice' part that always screws me over. Oh well.what grinds your gears?There's not too many things that get on my nerves, but there are those few things, like;
-homophobes. I know everyone's entitled to their own opinion, but I honestly don't understand it! I try to respect their beliefs though. But gosh, when we discuss this issue, I just get so frustrated I could cry. Seriously! It bothers me so much. Ugh.
-freckles. It's silly, but I really hate freckles. Well at least mine. It makes me look like an eight year old, and most people don't like them! Or they call me 'cute.' I mean, a compliment's a compliment, but I don't want to be viewed as cute by someone I have sexual feelings for or whatever. I want to be seen as 'beautiful', or 'hot', or 'pretty'. Whatever, anything but cute! It's all because of my freckles.
-food touching. I try not to be too picky with my food, but unless they're not supposed to touch, I don't want my chicken touching my mashed potatoes, or my rice getting mixed up with my steak or something like that. It just bothers me so much!
-blue pens. It's as simple as that. I do not write with blue pens. I just hate it. Anything but blue, please.
-testing. I very very much dislike taking tests. I always do poorly, and it brings down my grades like crazy. I don't know what I'm going to do, I just really don't like taking tests. I freeze up, and my palms start shaking, and it's just a horrible experience. I fainted once, taking a test last year.
-Hummers. You know, the car? They're just a waste of money, a waste of space, and absolutely horrible to the environment! Everytime I see one, I want to cry.
-Religious fanatics. You know the ones. I guess it's not their enthusiasm for their religion that bothers me, it's that typically those type of people try to push their religion on me, and then shoot down everything that I believe. And when I want to do the same, they refuse, or make up some silly bullshit story. On a general basis, I don't like them, but I try not to judge too quickly.
-lizards. I just don't like them, plain and simple.
-hard drugs. Things like cocaine, heroin, all that stuff? No way. I just think it's so dangerous. I don't judge those who use it, and I won't lecture them either, but honestly those things are horrible. Mostly because you become dependent on it, and I've always been very independent.
-crocs. Those shoes are just plain ugly. They're useful for little kids or the garden, but I think that's exactly where it should stay.what makes you cower in fear?I guess my two biggest fears would have to be
A. Ending up stuck in a rut. You know, stuck in a dead-end job that you hate, marrying someone you just settled for, in a crappy house, with two kids wondering where your youth went. I just would absolutely hate that. I don't think I could live that life, or was made for it. I'm like a gypsy, I can't be tied down to one place for too long. I'm destined for adventure.
B. My second greatest fear would be getting raped. I mean, it's not only the obvious reasons, but I guess it goes back to my independence. To have my constitutional right of having an opinion stripped away from me..Oh god, it's just chilling thinking about it. I don't ever want that to happen, I mean sex is something so personal, so..intimate. And to have the choice taken from you, of who you want to be intimate with is something I'm not sure I could handle.
C. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm kind of afraid of ceiling fans. I mean, when they're at full blast, and shaking around and stuff. I'm always afraid they're going to fall off the ceiling and chop me up to pieces. It's silly, but I always shy away from being directly under a ceiling fan that's on full blast like that.tell me - are you an innocent little one?Well, I guess innocent isn't the right word. I'm definitely still a virgin, but I've done lots of things before. I've given head, eaten someone out. I've made out plenty of times, and I drink a lot at parties. I'm usually always high on weed, and every once in a while I'll go tripping on shrooms, or lsd. But it's usually shrooms since I'm afraid of going on a bad trip with lsd. I guess that's about it.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!Well, my parents don't really know that I'm anything other than straight, and my friends have no idea that I'm still a virgin. I haven't ever told anyone that my father left my mother a couple of years ago and decided to become a woman, and that my mom is slowly starting to drift into her own world full of alchohol and lonliness. Oh, and my mom doesn't know that I took all of my college fund money and hid it away from her, or that I spent the money we were going to use to fix up the house on a new car. Yeah, I think that's about it.what about your parents? are they good people?My relationship with my parents used to be really tight, but as I got older, things got worse. My parents would fight more and more, but usually kept it behind doors, and always pretended around me that things were fine. Then finally when I turned twelve, my dad decided that I needed to know what was happening. He left my mother, and also explained to me that he was going to go through a series of surgeries that would turn him from a man into a woman. It was very hard on me at first, and also rather riddling. But eventually I got used to the fact that my once father was now a woman.
After the divorce, my mother was crushed. The first year I thought she was just depressed, but it would pass soon. It never did. In fact, it just got worse. She started drinking. And drinking. And drinking. I've had to call the ambulance to have her stomach pumped twice, and I'm afraid something terrible is going to happen while I'm gone. I hate what's happened to my mother, but I also hate her for letting this happen to her.surely you have some siblings?Nope. I'm an only child.what do you want to do with your life?I guess the biggest goals for me would be to have fun, get a degree in game design, actually get a good grade in math, and to just do something meaningful in my life. I don't know, I don't want to die without doing anything important.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.There's really nothing else, thanks for being so curious about me!
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It is always difficult when an old one passes, He said gently, making Silmarwen slow her mad rush to get as far away as possible from him. Who was he? How did he even know where the tree crashed? Why did he care about the tree. The fear Silmarwen had for anything foreign soon was eclipsed by her curiosity for the man. She slowly settled herself down a little, although still keeping the distance. She knew nothing of him. Silmarwen's long fingers rubbed at her ankle, scratched and bleeding just like her fingers were. She kept her gaze on the man though, unsure of him. She didn't want to stare at the foreign features, yet she couldn't help herself. He was a little fascinating, especially his eyes; they mirrored her own. She glanced down at the tree for a moment, before looking back at him again. "Yes, it is," she said lightly, her voice strange even to herself. She hadn't spoken aloud in a long while; she'd had no need. Silmarwen looked back at her leg again, before turning back to him. "Th-thank you", she muttered, unsure of what to do next. She wanted to leave, but she also wanted to find out who this man was.[/font]
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