Post by destiny brandi edwards on Jul 28, 2009 15:49:17 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 dana and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for two years. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is sophia bush. she's pretty gnarley. anyway, not only do i play this hot chick, but i also play N/A. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? mixit. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?my name is destiny brandi edwards, but you can dall me dessi if you want or brandi. i know, it's random but i also respond to my middle name. anyway, there isn't much history to my name. my parents just found it in a baby name book and felt like it fit for me.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?when i was born.. my dad didn't know i even existed. i am a love child and my mom decided to keep me a secret for a while. mom had me when she was sixteen. i know, weird right? she was sent off to a different town to raise me with my grandma. so, i didn't end up meeting my dad until i was five years old when they ran into each other. the story is pretty hectic, but in the end they got married and i was there for the wedding. it was quite the site. on january 5th was the day i was born and now will turn twenty in a few months. wow. i feel old..tell me, why are you here again?gee thanks. haha. well i've lived here since i turned five so i guess you could call me a hardcore citizen. pretty cool eh?do you prefer boys, girls, or both?hm.. well this one is a no brainer. i'm completely straight, always have and always will be. i swing for those sexy boys because they're just too damn irresistible and i know they love me back. i do love my girlies though, just not in that way.tell me about your love life, sweetie.funny story actually. well, no not really. i'm single so that must mean i fail at relationships? i don't know. the last boyfriend i had was back in high school and he ended up dumping my sorry ass after graduation. but i'm all for those friends with benefits. they're hot.what do you like to do?practically everything makes me smile, just not the stuff i hate. haha. i always laugh, even at the wrong moment, like when it's supposed to be really sad or something. my biggest love is for fashion. i'm a huge sucker for a gorgeous dress and heels. they are one of my weaknesses for sure. whenever i'm with my friends is when i'm the happiest. they are my rock all the time. anything that relates to music is in my top ten list. if a band or singer is in town i'm the first one to buy a ticket, no joke. parties, dances, traveling, walks on the beach, shopping, talking on the phone, and photography are the rest of the stuff that i would die for.what grinds your gears?Hm.. i'm pretty picky with type of stuff. i guess it depends on my mood most of the time. like i said earlier reading isn't really my thing, but sometimes i read anyway. uhm, i hate when people laugh at their own jokes - i find it really stupid. my biggest problem with people is if they copy their personalities in a way so its like mine, i know its weird but there are jerks like that out there. i also loathe liars, drugs, cheesy talk shows, heartbreakers, sad endings, bad weather, death, fake people, and losing something or someone.what makes you cower in fear?knowing that life is really short and if i don't make use of what i have left, it will be such a waste. i didn't mean for that to be deep or anything, but it's true. however if you must know, i hate heights. so don't expect me to go on a rollercoaster or something with you - especially if it goes upside down. i'd freak.tell me - are you an innocent little one?well you'd have to figure that out won't you? i've broken the speed limit a couple times, call me crazy. i drink. so what? doesn't everyone these days? aha.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!there aren't that many secrets out there that i haven't told anybody yet, but when i was in high school i sort of got a girl expelled for something that i did. i still haven't fessed up to it because it could totally jeopardize my entire life. that just goes to show that i'm far from perfect, heck everybody is. but i'm pretty sure a lot of people know that i'm not.what about your parents? are they good people?both of my parents don't really care about my life. i could shrivel up and die and for all i know they'd be more concerned about their jobs, seriously - they suck like crap. i know they should love me because i'm basically supposed to be dead right now, but come on. the least they could do is stop by at christmas time and say hello. as for siblings, i have none and i would loveeee if it stayed that way. honestly i'm the closest to my mom's friend rae, i call her auntie rae even though she isn't really my aunt.surely you have some siblings?i wish. i'd love to have an older brother or something. like the kind that will protect me if a jackass breaks up with me. but sadly, i'm an only child.what do you want to do with your life?probably to be known for something. there a lot of people who are just - point blank - known as a fashion designer or a brainiac. i want to walk down the street one day and have somebody say in their minds 'wow she's got quite the life' but in a good way though. maybe i could start making my clothing line a career? i'm not sure, whatever happens, happens. since i've already graduated high school i've got that all down. so as for education, that's covered.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.sorry. stalkers aren't my thing. :)
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today was another normal day for michelle carlson. it was now friday, so she didn't exactly know what to expect because most of the time, her friday's ended up as a terrible disaster. why? well, she didn't know, but they did. and it sucked because usually every other day of the week ended up in a disaster anyway, so it didn't really matter - today was no different. she expected something really bad to happen and even though it was friday the 13th, michelle already knew that today was going to be sucky. like last friday when she slipped in the school cafeteria. she got a spaghetti sauce stain on her sweater that would never come off. it was funny because no matter how hard she tried to wash it off, the stain just stayed there as if it was reminding her of how much of a clutz she really was. that was the truth though, she was a clutz. one quite often actually - not only on friday but for as long as she could remember. you could ask anyone she knew and they would answer yes. yes to the fact that michelle was crazy and clumsy in her own way. clumsy + crazy = clutzy. this, however, was what made michelle. her over the top laugh and the way she could stay quiet but still say so much, somehow completed her. unfortunately for her, she couldn't change that. michelle would always be the girl that laughed the loudest at jokes that didn't even make sense. but as the brunette stepped out of her car and into the school parking lot, none of that seemed to matter. because at this school anything could happen.
she had seen it before, but mainly at her old school back home. when cliques ended up clashing and mixing up, everything turned out messy - especially if it involved the royalty of the school. there was a system in every high school in the continent and michelle had noticed that the minute she started freshman year. usually a student had a reputation from the beginning or eventually gained one in the future, and these reputations.. well, they were crucial. they were crucial if you cared, that is, and michelle was one of those students who didn't mind where they were in the so called 'social food chain'. in a way she was proud of this because it took a lot of nerve to stay out of peer pressure - michelle knew that. however, every now and then a day would come where she would be completely paranoid and sadly, today was one of those days. this made sense to her though because today was friday and fridays never really worked out too well for her. after she had walked through the front doors of hemery high school, michelle made her way to her locker and picked up her books. a chill ran up her spine as more and more people walked past her, smirking and shoving into her. this was normal, but somehow it was bugging her today. she didn't know why and she didn't like it. most of the time, if not always, mich didn't mind being treated this way because she had gotten used to it over the years. that was why this friday was unlike all the other fridays..
five minutes before the bell to first period started, michelle was already on her way to homeroom. she wanted to get as far away as she could from all those annoying jerk faces. a couple of times the brunette dropped her pile of notebooks and textbooks as she walked. those occasional trips and shoves were obviously not caused by her, but they were constantly happening to her. at that moment she felt hated. hated in a way that disgusted her about the school she was in. a majority of the people who attended this high school were either they were terribly rude, or extremely uncoordinated - well the ones who bumped into her anyway. seconds after picking up her pile once more was when it all came to her. dylan had mentioned to her ages ago about the whole 'floor-section' memo. michelle had no idea and it had never clicked in her brain that her locker was currently on the first floor, not the second. a few years back (when they were starting to get to know each other) he had casually mentioned the way things worked at hemery high. the brunette turned her head side to side, only to notice that she was on the wrong floor. most of the time michelle walked to her classes using the second floor as her escape, but unfortunately she had forgotten about that today.
from left to right, there were sophomores and juniors staring her down - obviously they weren't a huge fan of seniors or her. either way, that wasn't a very good combination. michelle cleared her throat as she walked past the students, toward the stairs, hoping that by the time she got to the second floor she wouldn't be trampled. the brunette pushed through the crowd of people and flipped open her cell phone after realizing that she had just received a text message. hearing the ringtone made michelle automatically recognize who had sent her the text message. dylan martin. that curly haired brunette always had a way of changing her plans - in a good way. this time he was suggesting that they skip class, which wasn't really out of the blue. michelle was usually his skipping buddy because elle wasn't a huge fan of that sort of stuff. usually it took her a few minutes to decide whether or not she should skip class, but today she wanted to stay as far away from learning as possible. in a matter of minutes the girl was already just meters away from the left wing and leaning against the wall dylan was sitting at. the brunette let out a sigh and looked over at dylan, "Hey Dyl! Wow, this morning has been really crappy already." She said, not wanting to get into much detail about it. "Long story.." from what michelle could tell, her relationship with dylan martin was quite complicated. she wasn't sure if it was just her or if there was something more to their friendship. he was so much different than all of her other guy friends and for some reason, he looked at her differently. not as a friend but almost as if it were something more, but obviously michelle was over looking this. he was her best friend's boyfriend and to even think that he would feel about her that way was impossible. the girl looked over at dylan, wondering how his day was going so far. whenever she mentioned how terrible her day went he would usually laugh and mention how well his was going, just so that her mind would be messed up. "So what's your excuse? Why'd you want to skip?" the brunette questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit.
she had seen it before, but mainly at her old school back home. when cliques ended up clashing and mixing up, everything turned out messy - especially if it involved the royalty of the school. there was a system in every high school in the continent and michelle had noticed that the minute she started freshman year. usually a student had a reputation from the beginning or eventually gained one in the future, and these reputations.. well, they were crucial. they were crucial if you cared, that is, and michelle was one of those students who didn't mind where they were in the so called 'social food chain'. in a way she was proud of this because it took a lot of nerve to stay out of peer pressure - michelle knew that. however, every now and then a day would come where she would be completely paranoid and sadly, today was one of those days. this made sense to her though because today was friday and fridays never really worked out too well for her. after she had walked through the front doors of hemery high school, michelle made her way to her locker and picked up her books. a chill ran up her spine as more and more people walked past her, smirking and shoving into her. this was normal, but somehow it was bugging her today. she didn't know why and she didn't like it. most of the time, if not always, mich didn't mind being treated this way because she had gotten used to it over the years. that was why this friday was unlike all the other fridays..
five minutes before the bell to first period started, michelle was already on her way to homeroom. she wanted to get as far away as she could from all those annoying jerk faces. a couple of times the brunette dropped her pile of notebooks and textbooks as she walked. those occasional trips and shoves were obviously not caused by her, but they were constantly happening to her. at that moment she felt hated. hated in a way that disgusted her about the school she was in. a majority of the people who attended this high school were either they were terribly rude, or extremely uncoordinated - well the ones who bumped into her anyway. seconds after picking up her pile once more was when it all came to her. dylan had mentioned to her ages ago about the whole 'floor-section' memo. michelle had no idea and it had never clicked in her brain that her locker was currently on the first floor, not the second. a few years back (when they were starting to get to know each other) he had casually mentioned the way things worked at hemery high. the brunette turned her head side to side, only to notice that she was on the wrong floor. most of the time michelle walked to her classes using the second floor as her escape, but unfortunately she had forgotten about that today.
from left to right, there were sophomores and juniors staring her down - obviously they weren't a huge fan of seniors or her. either way, that wasn't a very good combination. michelle cleared her throat as she walked past the students, toward the stairs, hoping that by the time she got to the second floor she wouldn't be trampled. the brunette pushed through the crowd of people and flipped open her cell phone after realizing that she had just received a text message. hearing the ringtone made michelle automatically recognize who had sent her the text message. dylan martin. that curly haired brunette always had a way of changing her plans - in a good way. this time he was suggesting that they skip class, which wasn't really out of the blue. michelle was usually his skipping buddy because elle wasn't a huge fan of that sort of stuff. usually it took her a few minutes to decide whether or not she should skip class, but today she wanted to stay as far away from learning as possible. in a matter of minutes the girl was already just meters away from the left wing and leaning against the wall dylan was sitting at. the brunette let out a sigh and looked over at dylan, "Hey Dyl! Wow, this morning has been really crappy already." She said, not wanting to get into much detail about it. "Long story.." from what michelle could tell, her relationship with dylan martin was quite complicated. she wasn't sure if it was just her or if there was something more to their friendship. he was so much different than all of her other guy friends and for some reason, he looked at her differently. not as a friend but almost as if it were something more, but obviously michelle was over looking this. he was her best friend's boyfriend and to even think that he would feel about her that way was impossible. the girl looked over at dylan, wondering how his day was going so far. whenever she mentioned how terrible her day went he would usually laugh and mention how well his was going, just so that her mind would be messed up. "So what's your excuse? Why'd you want to skip?" the brunette questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit.