Post by eve on Dec 23, 2009 19:15:54 GMT -5
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I THINK I'M LOST IN THE LETTERS.[/font]
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WHEN HER REPLY MEANT EVERYTHING.[/font] [/blockquote][/ul][/center]
"You look really familiar! Have I seen you before?"[/font][/color]
"Well, no shit, Sherlock, I only have a twin running around with my face and all. You're certainly gifted, aren't you? Anyway, yeah, whatever, I don't get celebrity comparisons but one or two magazines have said I resemble some chick, Jess Origliasso? I have no idea who that is. If you ask me, that's creepy, especially since the whole blond hair stunt was, not only cool, but to help you little geniuses out there differentiate between me and Jo. I mean as far as, you know, the whole identical thing goes - same face shape, slim build, all that crap - we're still pretty different. I tend to like more bland colors - black, white, shades of grey, I know, I'm that interesting - she just does what she likes, and that's cool. I've also got a pretty sick tattoo sleeve if you haven't seen, which I'd be surprised unless you're like, I don't know, blind."[/font]
"So, what do you like?"[/font][/color]
"Aw, shit, what kinda question is this? I like a lotta things. Like... puppies. Actually that's a lie, they're cute up until they piss in your (read: mine) favorite pair of shoes. Damn. Well, for starters, I like music, duh, why else would I be in the business? Aside from the fame and wicked sweet parties, which I can't deny, they're favorites, too. Mm, especially if they're passing out cigarettes, I've got an addiction, screw lung cancer, you have no idea how much I love the death stick, okay? Same thing goes with caffeine, coffee's my second favorite addiction. Oh, I really, really like In-N-Out. Best food in all of California, if I'm on tour away I'm dying for their burgers pretty much. Not gonna lie, I like fruity drinks, margaritas make my life... or, you know, the nights I'll never remember. (shakes head) But that's way more than you needed to know, so keep your mouth shut to the tabloids, all right? I don't need some prick slipping a roofie in my favored drinks anytime soon. Now, where was I? Oh, right; I like the piano. I know I'm mostly on guitar and everything, and the music I make with my sister isn't exactly piano-material, but there you have it. Speaking of which, I love that brat: she isn't, really, she's the good one after all (rolls eyes), but she means more to me than just about anyone. We tear up shows, another adrenaline rush, because frankly, adventure and danger are my two middle names."[/font]
"And the things you could live without? What about them?"[/font][/color]
"Being deprived of cigarettes! Jesus Christ, I swear to God, I am the biggest bitch alive without them, I kid you not. And coffee, too; honestly, just take away those two and I'm ready to slap a hoe. And don’t get me wrong, I dig fame and all, but the god damned paparazzi need to learn to step back every once in a while. I do not need some punk shoving a camera in my face while I’m loading gas into my car. Did you know they press their oily faces against my windshield every so often? It’s gross. I’m a fan of hygiene, definitely not bad grooming. I might as well hire a limo all the time, even when I don’t like flashy entrances. Then again, I don’t even really like driving period; Jo called me a hazard behind the wheel, but I’m not that bad. (pauses) Don’t quote me on that. And back to the whole speaking about Jo, I cannot stand comparisons between the two of us, like who’s prettier (hello, we’re identical!) or the better musician, or singer, or whatever, it’s all so stupid. Almost as stupid as being required to attend detention just because I may or may not have skipped on more than twenty occasions. I have a life outside of Algebra, bite me. I hate math, in case you were wondering, but that’s the slightest bit obvious. The only thing I hate more than math is my own father, and… I don’t need to talk about that to you, okay? That’s what I’ve got paid therapists I ignore for."[/font]
"And what are the things you just can't stand?"[/font][/color]
"I hate, hate, hate people butting into my business. Reality check, buddy, you’re not my mother, you’re not even my father, and if you were my father I’d crack you in the face. Maybe it’s (okay, not maybe, most likely is) due to all the spotlight, but I have random ass strangers coming up to be in the street, telling me I should stop partying all the time on school nights and take my education more seriously. Really? Really? Let me live my life, and why don’t you take care of yours before you tell me what to do with mine? Another thing that grinds me is just the idea of getting close to people, I don’t like it, definitely won’t ever welcome it with open arms. The only person I’m really close to is my own twin, and that’s a given, considering it’s impossible to hide something from someone you were born with, work with, and happen to live with. Figures."[/font]
"Do you have any bad habits? What about good ones?"[/font][/color]
"Bad habits?
"Oh, really? Well, how about the secrets?"[/font][/color]
"… What? (long pause) Look, if I hear anything about this on Good Morning America tomorrow, I’ll kill you before my morning cappuccino and that’s a promise. We clear? Good. Now… (shifts uneasily) I’m kind of… I mean I’m not… I’ve just noticed… argh, fuck it. I’m kind of sort of looking at girls in ways that would make baby Jesus cry, does that spell it out for you clear enough? I’m not gay. I’m not. Really. I’ve done stuff with guys before, that should count for something, god dammit. What do you mean, ‘talk to my sister about it’? Just because she has a girlfriend doesn’t make her some – some lesbian-bisexual-heteroflexible expert or anything. You don’t get it. No, I don’t wanna talk about it! Forget I even said anything, next question."[/font]
"And the fears?"[/font][/color]
"… Thunder. There, I said it. Thunderstorms scare the living shit out of Evengeline Alexa Richards and make her whimper and run to her sister’s bedroom for comfort in the middle of the night like a three year old, okay? They’re just so… loud. And scary. Don’t judge me, I see that look, asshole. I bet you’re scared of like, spiders or something. Tough guy. Another (reasonable) fear of mine is getting my fingers crushed somehow, or getting arthritis in them, or something. I know, I should probably be more concerned about my liver, lungs, or spleen considering all the crap I put in my body (what is a spleen, anyway? I skipped that day Biology), but I’m a musician. The idea of losing control over my hands, what I make music with, is terrifying."[/font]
"Do you have any special talents?"[/font][/color]
"I’m a good musician. That’s the only thing I can think of. Other than that I can be a pretty grand fuck up, and side from entertainment purposes I don’t really think that helps anybody. I guess in a way in helps Middle America, knowing their boring suburban lives will never match to my crazy life, and therefore they should be happy for their run of the mill house, run of the mill kids, and run of the mill dog plus that white picket fence. Oh, America."[/font]
"And last but not least, what's your relationship status/history?"[/font][/color]
"…Erm, yeah, no. I mean, well, you can look like Mufasa and still get people trying to jump your pants, so I’ve got some admirers here and there, but its all for my name, no one really like, likes me for me. At least, I don’t think so. I’m not looking, anyway. Commitment and I do not go together, it’s like water and oil, we stay separated and that’s just how it goes. Not that I haven’t, you know, tried, I guess, but it just doesn’t work out and I stopped trying for relationships and focused on hook ups – now I guess it’s more of the latter still, but I don’t openly hunt for booty calls. I’m no whore, I just let flings happen as they happen, if the moment so fits. Besides, erm, (looks away) that problem… I mentioned… earlier… yeah, I just don’t wanna deal with that right now. Or ever. That’s sounds like a reasonable solution, too."[/font]
call me up to confess
THAT IT'S ME YOU THINK ABOUT.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]"Where were you born?"[/font][/color]
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"And what's up with your family?"[/font][/color]
"By family you mean my sister, right? Joanna Nicole. Case she’s the only one I ever really cont anymore; don’t write that in to be some mushy teen sister love crap, either, it’s only because she really is the only one around and worth counting anymore. Anyway, I guess I should start from the beginning: since we were born we’ve always been close, maybe it’s case we were twins, maybe it’s case we happened to share the same douchebag of a father, I don’t know – I’m just glad we had each other during those times, and still do. I’m not going to sit and give you some E! Hollywood story, it’s really as simple as I just said: she’s there for me. Yeah, I’ve got a hundred different people I can name right now who would say the same, but the only person I trust to mean it? That’s her. And I hardly say it, because well, I’m me, and I don’t do this sentimental shit and I’m sure Jo knows that by now."
....ehhhh i'll finish it off later >.>[/font]
"Now, tell me your story."[/font][/color]
"History. A few paragraphs. This can be in first person or third."[/font]
I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]
"So, here's the deal. My name is
jamie and
I've been role playing for 5 years. Plus, I'm 16
years young, and I found you guys
from looots of browsing oh, and the secret code is mediocre."
RP sample here.
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