The who, when, why...

Taylor Momsen aka Jenny Humphrey (Gossip Girl)

2009-03-01T22:21:48Z

Name: Jenny Humphrey
Age/DOB: 15, November 10th, 1993
Sexuality: Straight, however since she's only 15, she could be persuaded in the future.
AIM: designingmissj
Currently plays in: TBD

History:
Jenny grew up with her parents in an apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY. She is 15, and currently attends Constance Billiard School for Girls. She has always dreamed about being in the “IT” crowd. She loves the fancy clothes, the expensive parties and dresses, the fact they get everything and anything they ever could want and live the life of luxury. She knew she wasn’t from that kind of family, knew she couldn’t get the most expensive things. When her mother tried to get her vintage shoes from a second hand store, her response was always, “EW! Mom! I can’t walk around school in shoes that someone else wore!”
Her father, Rufus Humphrey, played in rock n roll bands in his youth and she has one older brother, Dan, and desperately wishes to be a part of the in crowd. She idolizes Blair Waldorf. Her mother left the family, only to run away with a random man to fulfill her dreams of becoming an artist. She pops back in periodically, however Jenny holds a grudge against her mother because she abandoned her family.

Personality:
Jenny will do almost anything to be accepted by the popular crowd. She has dated guys who she thinks will gain her access into that scene, has lied about where she’s going, been a pawn to many of the girls in the elite crowd, and done numerous things she will later regret in her life. At 15, all she can see is how she wants to be desired and admired. She has this weird facination of wanting to become just like Blair Waldorf, and, while she knows that when there is interaction between her and blair, she is treated like dirt, she knows this is her in… or sees it as such. Jenny seems to have two sides to her personality. The first side is sweet and innocent and nice. She likes to please people, and while she really wants the popularity, she understands she has to work for it, so she is seen as the sweet one. She still will help an old lady across the street, go to the store when her father forgets, and takes pride in making herself look good every time she walks out her door. The other side is devious. She lies to her dad when she has to do something for the populars. She realizes that black mail and shifty behind the backs of others deeds are what gets you places in the elite crowd. Slowly but surely she is learning to become more and more like the elite ones, without the money, or family names, or the popularity. But she can be just as scandalous and devious as they are if need be.

Examples:
Vanessa: It felt like weeks since Vanessa had seen Dan, and she was hoping that she could finally catch him when he wasn't with Serena. She climbed up the fire escape and knocked on Dan's window. She had never used the front door and they had always snuck into eachothers room. After a few moments, with no answer she opened up the window and climbed in. "Dan?" she called out.
Jenny: Jenny was in her room, or the part of her room she didnt share with Dan, and was working on a new jacket for herself, copying a picture from a magazine. She had he long blonde hair up in a ponytail, and was wearing leggings and a red and white polka dotted dress. She heard the knock on the window and rolled her eyes. Dan was never around any more, he was always out galavanting with Serena. A fact that both annoyed her and made her jealous. She didnt get why her brother was able to hang with the popular crowd yet she wasnt. When she heard Vanessa call from the other side, she stopped sewing and opened the partition. "He's not here. Again." she said, smiling. "Three guesses to where he is, but you'll only need one." she said, almost smirking. She had always known Vanessa and Dan had feelings for one another, but it never was spoken about, so she just let it be. "You can come in though. Dads gone, so Im here all by my self. Again." she said in the same tone as she had before then sighed.
Vanessa: Vanessa scoffed making her way to Jenny's half of the room as she rolled her eyes. "He's with Serena. Again." she said using the same tome that Jenny had, before shaking her head. She was in her normal boho attire, being comfortable as always as she sat her sattle bag on the bed. She looked at Jenny's desk looking at the sketch that was there and smiled. The girl was always a fan of her clothes and this time was no acception. "So what's the new creation for?" she asked pulling out a picture from her bag and holding it behind her back. She didn't know how to just ask her about making it, saving it for a rainny day, which she hoped would be with Nate.
Jenny: Jenny sighed and walked over to the sewing machine and held up a finger. She finished the seam stiching she was making and then pulled it off, cutting the thread that connected it to the machine and held it up. "Its supposed to be a Gucci knock off. I saw it in here." she picked up the magazine picture and held it out for Vanessa to see and then bit her lip. "Its not perfect. Im adding my own touches to it, but its definitely close. If I can say so." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "And its just for me. I wanted to have something from the new fall fashion line, but seeing as how this jacket is roughly 8 grand, Im better off having this version where I paid less then twenty." she said and set the jacket back ddown on her work space and looked at Vanessa. "So, whats up? Why'd you come over? You could have called him."
Vanessa: "Oh I know. I tried calling but he didn't answer is phone. I figured he left it here or something." she shrugged moving her curly bangs out of her eyes. Vanessa slowly pulled the picture from behind her back and held it infront of her chest showing Jenny. "I actually cam over to talk to you about this too though. I was wondering if you'd make it...for me." she said biting at her lip. "You can make changes and stuff to it if you want, I just want something nice for that rainy day." she hinted. Nate was always making plans with her and bailing, so she figured this time would be no different. "Rufus went ahead and paid me for the week so I was hoping that I could give you some money for materials and pay you next week for making it?" she aksed praying to god that Jenny would say yes to doing the dress. "If you don't want to that's cool too, I just thought that if people asked me about the dress I could tell them about this new and upcoming designer."
Jenny: Jenny stepped over and took the picture from Vanessa's hand and looked it over, then turned and sat down on the bed next to the older girl. "Shut up about that right now. Of course Ill make it for you. God, this is an amazing dress. When do you need it by?" she asked, not even looking at Vanessa any more. She was already planning out the dress sketch in her mind. "And do you want it this color? Or is there another color you'd prefer? Cause this one will be kinda blah with your skin tone. Im thinking something in an ivory or a cream. Or even a pale pink or yellow. Make your features pop." she smiled, knowing this was a huge thing for Vanessa, and also that it could be potentially amazing for her if someone DID ask anout it. She took a breath and finally looked over at Vanessa. "We need to take measurements. Take that jacket off casue Im gonna get closer." she grinned, jumping off the bed and going to her closet to pull out her little box with sewing materials.

Melissa Rothstein

2009-03-01T07:25:58Z

Name: Melissa Rothstein
Age: 27
Location/Birthplace: Springfield, Pennsylvania - Birthday: June 3, 1981
orientation: Straight, though is willing to make out with anyone. Her sorority days taught her anything above the waist is fair game.
AIM: TBD
Currently Plays in: TBD

Personality: Melissa (or Missy as her friends call her) is very outgoing, very boisterous, very loud. She likes to party and have a good time, loving to think positively instead of being down all the time. She loves who she is and what she's done with her life. Her motto is live life to its fullest, always making sure to do everything you want. So far, she hasn't ever given up anything she's truely wanted.

When people meet her, she tends to either be loved or hated. She's very up front about things, not one to hide emotions or feelings or opinions, though she's really not mean or bitchy. Even when she's trying to be a bitch, she has a knack for coming across as sweet at the same time, almost softening the blow. She loves being "one of the guys" but also knows how to be girly. Her favorite thing in the whole world is her Ugg boots. She would live in them 24/7 if she could get away with it, and usually does.

She has 3 very close female friends, but the rest of her friends, both at work and in her personal life are male. She has quite a few male friends that she hangs around all the time. She likes to go out on the town, drinking in the bars and having fun doing shots and dancing, and loves sitting on the couch yelling at the screen, spilling beer when the Steelers (even though her parents threaten to disown her for that fact) are playing during the football season. She loves being one of the guys, joking around, calling them out on their shit, and being sarcastic. She is the same around anyone she's with - sweet, yet honest. Real and fun. She tells it like she sees it, and doesn't coddle people for fear they can't handle it. She wants to make sure people understand all sides of things, of themselves. She's definitely not one to get upset about someone not liking her, about someone calling her names or being mean. She lets it roll off her shoulders and just moves on. If people want to be mean and petty, she understands and just lets them do their own. She lives for herself anyway, and isn't about going and worrying about other people and whether or not she pleases everyone.

History: Missy grew up in a house full of boys. Her family, her mom Mary, her dad Kevin, her older brothers Jacob and Bradly and her younger brother Michael. She didn't really do much in her younger years. She was on the dance line in junior high school and senior high school. She was fairly popular, had a large group of friends but wasn't really one who would settle down with one person the whole time. She preferred to date people a few times, not be tied down.

She graduated and went to college at Penn State. She focused on partying the first 2 years there, getting to know many people and joined a sorority, Alpha Delta Pi, and after her first two years, then realized she wanted to actually graduate with some kind of degree. She focused on school and then decided on a Communications degree. She loved talking, she loved expressing herself, and knew communicating was going to be key in her life. While attending Penn State, she met a few people here and there, dated a few boys around the campus, but nothing significant. In Alpha Delta Pi she met a number of girls who she would stay close with all through out the rest of her life, mainly Chelsea, Stephanie and Melinda. The four of them were inseparable at sorority functions and were known as the Quads. It became a large joke in the sorority that if you were inviting one of them, they all would go. If you were dating one, you were dating all of them. The group was sought after by guys and girls around the campus, but none of the four ever stuck it out with any guy for too long. The three other girls were the only ones who knew Missy's real feelings about dating, and how she really wanted to meet someone who was not only her equal, but who could keep her interested for longer then a few dates. Up to this point in her life, she hadn't ever met someone like that.

After graduation, she was approached in the mall when she was shopping with her friends, and asked to come try out for a modeling gig. She scoffed it off, but her curiosity got the better of her and she ended up going, and found that not only was it legitimate, but she was actually pretty good at modeling. People liked her photos and wanted to see more of her. She was able to hold a job that she got because of her degree, public relations department for Target Corporations in Pennsylvania, and was able to model on the side for extra money.

Colbie Caillat

2009-01-13T19:09:14Z

Name: Colbie Caillat
Age: 21 (but can play older/younger)
Location: Malibu, California though she now lives in Los Angeles, California.
sexuality: Bi-sexual
AIM: bubbily caillat
Currently plays in: chitowncsp

History: Colbie is the daughter of Ken Caillat who was a prominent music producer. From a very early age, Colbie was surrounded with good music and great influences. She learned to appreciate music early. At age 11, she decided she wanted to be a musician, and competed in talent shows, performing songs by Lauren Hill. She will tell anyone that she got her first interest in music after she heard the cover of "Killing me Softly" by the Fugees. She tried to learn piano as a child but couldn't concentrate long enough and didn't have the drive to practice it, so when she was 19, she learned to play the guitar. After her first lesson, Colbie wrote her first song and hasn't stopped yet.

Her father told her after she decided she wanted to be a musician that in order to be completely essential in the music industry, she would need to write her own music. It was then that she started to take more of an interest in the writing side of music, and after trying to write some songs without an instrument, she realized just how impossible that was.

Personality: Colbie is very laid back, calm. She is a free spirit who goes where the wind takes her. She resembles an island girl some times, and her voice is a mixture of several different styles - and is something that isn't out there prior to her jumping in the scene. She wants people to love music again, and to love albums, not just songs. She really just wants to enjoy life and have fun.

Examples:
Jason Mraz-s: Jason quietly set his backpack down on the couch in the front of the bus before slipping his flipflops off and padding softly down the center aisle to where the bunks were. "Colbie?" he said softly, just so she would know it was him trying to find her. "I'm so sorry, Colbie.." Jason found her bunk and gently pulled the curtain open to see her laying inside.
Me: Colbie shook her head and sighed, not even turning to look at him. "Theres nothing to be sorry about Jason. Im just tired, okay? I just want to get some sleep." she said and rolled over onto her side facing away from him and grabbed at a shirt she found in her bunk. It was one of his that she had borrowed a while back, to keep her warm one evening. She picked at the cuff and sighed.
Jason Mraz-s: "But there is. I know you heard what I said and I know why you would be upset. But it was a lie. I had to tell them we were just friends..because in this business, it's just so much easier to be friends in the public eye than it is to be romantically involved with someone. The truth is..the God's honest truth is that..I love you, Colbie." he sat, uninvited on the edge of Colbie's bunk, hoping that she'd give in and look at him.
Me: Colbie froze, stopping breathing and just stared at the wall. She felt him sit down and swallowed, inhaling sharply. "Thats not something to joke about Jason. I know its in the song, but its just not funny outside of that, okay?" she said, just deciding this was some bad joke. "And it just... I mean, this... it... just never mind. Its late and I didnt get much sleep last night cause someone kept me up." she said, not turning to look at him fully, but chanced a glimpse over her shoudler.
Jason Mraz-s: "I'm not kidding, Colbie. I love you. I've loved you for so long. I wouldn't joke about anything like that. I know it's in the song. It's in the song because I wrote it about you." Jason caught her eye when she glanced at him.
Me: And that got Colbie's attention and she turned around, her eyes wide. "What are you talking about, Jason?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at him, curiously. She bit on her bottom lip. She thought he had just said he had been in love with her for a long time and that the song she sang every night almost was actually about her. it was a little mind boggling. "I... why would you say that?"
Jason Mraz-s: "Why do you still think I'm making this up? Haven't I always been honest with you? I would never lie to you. " Jason reached to cup Colbie's face gently, his fingertips delving slightly into her soft hair behind her ear.
Me: Colbie instinctively leaned her head into his hand and closed her eyes. She moaned softly and let her lip go from her teeth, just enjoying the feel of his hand on her face. She couldnt believe this moment was happening, because she was - admittedly - completely in love with him too, but hadnt had the guts to ever tell him. She opened her eyes and looked at him, then started to sit up to kiss him, but instead of kissing him, she smacked her head on the ceiling above her and fell back down to the pillows.
Jason Mraz-s: Jason pulled his hand away but sort of climbed halfway into Colbie's bunk, pulling her into his arms. "Oh my god, Colbie..are you alright?" his hand went straight to the spot she smacked and rubbed gently, pushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. Jason couldn't help but smile a little because Colbie had this hazy tired look on her face and she just looked so adorable.
Me: Colbie sighed, whimpering a little. "Stupid ceiling. Guess thats like a sign or somehting, huh?" she asked, chuckling softly, then whined cause the chuckling hurt. "Ugh... seriously? Now IM gonna have a bruise. Should I tell them a mystery guy beat me up? sounds more believable." she teased, sighing. She let her eyes close and just let him crawl in her bunk with her. "My head hurts.... that... god, why'd I do that?" she asked, bringing a hand up to her head and touched the spot, crying slightly cause it actually hurt. She opened one eye to look at him. "In case I forget, I love you too. I have for a while..."

Intro to me/What Im looking for

2008-12-31T04:00:48Z

I PLAY:

Guys:
Mikey Way - MCR
Quinn Allman - Used
Micahel Guy Chislett - BW/TAI
Andy Ross - OkGo

Girls:
Jeanae White
Hilarie Burton
Amy Winehouse
Keri Russell
Linzi Martin
Taylor Swift
Peyton Sawyer
Missy Rothstein
Colbie Caillat
and a few originals.

I am looking to pair my characters with just about anyone. Slash/ Het/ Femme friendly. I do it all, so to speak. :D I am just looking to role play. I am online most every night - in the USA/ Central-Midwest Timezones. I like story lines that have a little longevity to them, however short term/ one shots are fine as well. Basically I like to role play. I do AU and RL story lines, I do prefer AU ones, but can handle a few real life situations/scenerios.

Ideally I would like to find: Gerard, Butch, Patrick, Joe, Pete, Damian Kulash, Frank Iero, the Butcher, Sisky, William. But as I said, I am open to ANY pairings for the most part. Bring something on me and we can discuss characters and plot lines.

Who am I?:
I'm in my twenties. I live in the Midwestern united states. I have been playing for way longer then I probably should. but like it. I like to get to know my partners OOC at least a little, so I do tend to talk OOC occasionally. More if we get along. I've been around the RP circut long enough to know the bull - and dont put up with it. I am looking for mature players. This doesnt necessarly mean age. Just maturity level. I know plenty of 30 year olds who act worse then my 15 year old sister. I prefer literate players, who can form sentences and have at least a little knowledge of grammar and punctuation. I prefer longer posts, but as long as I am given something to work with, Im not a size whore. I also am on every night but not necessarly looking for something or someone to play every night. We all get busy and have lives. I understand. Its fine. As long as the SL keeps going. That's what is important.

Bios of characters can be found in separate entries in journal, along with examples for most of them.

jennerificrp @ 2008-12-27T16:16:00

2008-12-27T22:18:04Z

With Jonathan Cook:
11:51:05 PM Jennifer: Peyton had left work early, having a late afternoon doctors appointment to confirm what she was actually a little nervous about - pregnancy. She knew it was dangerous for her to have kids anyway, but that there was always the chance, but she had assumed with Jonathan, they would take things slower, get married, have their carreers settled, etc. But instead, she was in college, working in a coffee shop, and now going to have to find a way to make this work too - with the fears her doctors were already putting into her head about bed rest and not too much exercise, and excitement, and strict diets and everyting. It was overwhelming fgor anyone, not to mention someone who was honestly going through things. She walked up the steps and down the hall to his apartment and took a deep breath. She had spent the better part of two hours trying to decide how to tell him. She had he bookbag over her shoulder with some clothes in it to stay the night. She was there most nights anyway, it seemed silly to have two apartments still, but they hadnt officially maade that move in step just yet. She knew she loved Jonathan, shhe knew she wanted to marry him one day. It was just one of those weird grey areas she could paint beautifuly, but trying to explain them and she was lost. She held a brown paper bag with handles in her hands, filled with a few things for him, hoping he would play her little game with her. She knocked on his door then opened it with ehr key like she always did and walked in. "Honey, Im home." she said, teasingly in the worst ricky Ricardo accent ever, and slipped her bag off her shoulders. she wore jeans and a white long sleeve shirt, with a black t-shirt over it and black chuck taylors, but had a grey peacoat on over it all and slipped that off and hung it on a hook by the door before bending over to slip her shoes off then walked into the kitchen to grab a water.
12:15:11 AM scrmnginfedility: Jonathan worked mostly early hours, having a job at the local art museum was nice for him because they let him off around 3 every day and he didn't mind busying himself around his apartment for the few hours he'd wait for Peyton to get off work. Today was no different as he laid on the couch in his rather clean apartment, sprawled across from one arm to the other. He wore gym-type shorts and an old high school t-shirt, one arm behind his head and the other dangling off the couch, the remote in hand flipping through channels, nothing decent was ever on before 9pm. He lifted his head just slightly when he heard Peyton and laughed softly, lifting himself up and bringing his legs in as he did, one hanging off the couch now and foot placed on the floor and one bent into him as he straightened his back out a bit, "How was your day, love?" He called when he heard her in the kitchen.
12:22:16 AM Jennifer: Peyton grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap, walking into the living room with the bag still in her hands and laughed when she saw his position. "You would so win laziest boyfriend in the world awards, you know." she teased, walking around the couch and sat down in his lap, sprawling her legs outt along the couch, wriggling her toes. "Would you take my socks off? My toes need to breathe..." she asked in an almost singsongy voice and batted her lashes at him, trying to look sweet and innocent. She grinned, leaning her head in and kissed his cheek softly then hugged the brown bag to her chest, waiting for him to ask about it before she started to share what was inside it. "My day was okay. a little long, but other then that, it was alright. What about yours? Get any new art in that Id wanna see?" she asked, their usual banter.
12:30:05 AM scrmnginfedility: Jonathan laughed and shrugged slightly at his position, "What can I say?" He smiled and squeezed one of her legs just at the calf gently before doing as requested, like he could deny her, even if he wanted, anything anyway when she asked in such a way she had, no matter how long they'd been together and will be together he'll always deem her the cutest thing he's ever set eyes on. He slipped her socks off, folded them together and tossed them at the floor, slapping the bottom of her feet ever so gently with a smile as she talked and then he shook his head slightly, "Neh, not really, we didn't get much but what we did I didn't even care for" Which really said alot since Jonathan loved every kind of art in every way, except abstract, it only gave him a headache.
12:40:38 AM Jennifer: Peyton laughed. "More abstract stuff?" she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and wriggled her toes a little fluttering her toes at the air and leaned into him. She let her head rest on his forehead and kissed him softly. "You should see the stuff we get to study in classes. Vinyl toilets... I just dont get it..." she sighed, shaking her head a little. "So... we should talk." she said softly, pulling her head up and smiling in his eyes. She hoped this went the way she wanted it to. She hoped he wasnt going to be too upset about this. She moved her hand away from his arm again and looked at him in the eyes. "I have a littel game for you, okay?" she asked and nodded, waiting for him to agree. It was corny, of course, but she wasnt really one to blurt out she was pregnant, so she had come up with a more adventerous way to do that.
12:47:59 AM scrmnginfedility: Jonathan returned a loving smile and leaned forward to peck her lips softly, "You're very antsy today" He noted with a grin, one arm resting across her legs comfortably. He shifted just slightly in where he sat and nodded in agreement, his smile not leaving his face for one second, no matter what mood they were in, he was always genuinely happy to be around, what he had come to terms with a long time ago, his better half, "I like games"
12:54:35 AM Jennifer: Peyton smiled and reached a hand in her bag. She pulled out a small thing wrapped in tissue. "Go on. Open it." she said as she waited for him to open it. "Now you gotta play along, i spent a lot of time perfecting this and wrapping these things. And humor me, okay?" she said as she pulled out 4 more little tissue wrapped gifts. She set the bag on the floor after taking a piece of paper from it and held that in her hands. She waited for him to open the gifts one by one. The first one was a baby carrot. The second was a hamburger bun. The third was tylenol. The fourth was a tube of the M&M minis, and the fifth one was a little toy oven from a dolls house. She watched his face as he opened them all and waited.
1:03:24 AM scrmnginfedility: Jonathan laughed softly and nodded, "Okay, okay" He smiled, taking each in his lap as he started on the first one and an eyebrow instantly rose as he looked at her with a small smile, "Not sure what to think of thaat..." He said with a small laugh before working on the second one, his brow stayed rose, "These aren't your typical gifts" He stated the obvious with a smile. Working on the third, his head tilted to the side, "I hope I'm not suppose to be making sense of all this" He grinned softly. Opening the fourth, he let out a 'Mmmm' sound, "Oh, can I eat them?" He laughed softly, shaking the tube before setting that down beside the other three and opening the fifth, his face being pulled right back into an eyebrow lift and his head tilted to the side, "A toy oven thing?" He grinned up at Peyton, amused and confused.
1:34:25 AM Jennifer: Peyton smiled, nodding. "Im hoping you will make sense of them." shhe held up the paper and handed it to him. it was the results from the doctor with thhe word PREGNANT circled in a highlighter. She held her breath and bit her bottom lip. This was probably the most aggravating situation she had ever been in. She closed her eyes and sighed softly thhen opened them, trying to gague what his reaction would be when he saw the words.
1:43:27 AM scrmnginfedility: Jonathan looked at the things in his lap with a still confused expression before taking the paper and his eyes immediately going to the highlighted word and his eyes bulged widely and his mouth dropped open, a small cough escaping his throat. Not bothering reading anything else or looking at anything else on the paper, he looked back down at his lap, piecing it now all together. Baby carrot, bun in the oven, it all made sense now. He stared at the piece of paper, thoughts running ramphad through his mind. They were always prepared, they were always cautious, they used every contraceptive there was, he sat there and opted for the sanity rule, going on maybe he was all wrong and read into it too much, "Hum" was all he could manage out, his attempts in asking her anything or saying anything that made sense failed.
1:48:04 AM Jennifer: Peyton had expected this. She knew it was coming. She looked at him, and nodded. Its not like she was expecting this either. They had been careful. Thhey had used protection. But something happened. Something slipped or whatever and hhere they were. She carefully took thhe paper from his hands and picked up the bag, setting the props back in her bag and stood up, pulling her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She took a breath and made her way into the kitchen. "Ill make some dinner for us, okay?" she said, figuring this wasnt something he wanted to talk about then. She headed back into the kitchen and pulled out a few pots, started boiling water, and browning meat to make pasta. Shhe bit on her lip to keep from getting too emotional herself. She knew this was a lot to deal with, thhat it was hard for him most likely, but it was what she was going to do, apparently. it was the only option she had.

With Pete Wentz:
4:04:27 PM Jennifer: Peyton woke up to Rachel jumping on top of her and Pete in bed. She groaned and rolled her eyes, trying to cover her head with the covers and laughed. "Its sunday, Rachie. Go to bed..." but the little girl was way to interested in what was happening there to go away. "I wanna watch cartoons. Can I mommy? Can I get food? Are you gonna stay in bed with Pete all the time? Do you guys do sleepovers all the time now? Can I snuggle?" Peyton laughed and reached under the covers to Pete and poked his side. "You wanna come in? I dont know baby girl..." she winked and then reached out from the covers, sitting up and tickled the four year old.
4:53:58 PM wentz wants you: Pete was actually pretty dead when Rachel came in to bother he and Peyton... or at least he acted like it. He wasn't one for actually falling asleep, being an insomniac and all, but. Whatever. He yawned and stretched when Peyton poked him, rolling over and looking up at Rachel. He scratched his chin, which was itchy with five o' clock shadow, before just settling down to watch mother and daughter play. "You should stay in bed with me all the time," he said softly.
5:21:13 PM Jennifer: Peyton smiled and looked over at him. "If you want abed partner..." she winked at Pete and then was about to move and kiss him when Rachel jumped in between them and snuggled against their two bodies. Peyton laughed. "Close your eyes baby girl." and then she reached over and kissed Pete, nipping at his lip then pulled away. "Good girl." she said when she realized Rachel had closed her eyes. "As I was saying. I think your bed could have company anytime it wants. if you want there to be, that is."she grinned at him and blushed. Then she looked at Rachel. "Minus the rug rat." she teased and tickled the little girl, who squirmed and laughed. Peyton giggled and looked at Rachel then at Pete. "What do you want?" she asked, then reached forward and touched his scruff. "You look cute with the scruff. Dont you think Rach?" the little girl turned and touched it and stuck her tongue out. "Yuck. Too rough." then giggled.

With Westley Wyler (OMC):
10:32:03 PM westleywyler: Westley turned the knob and pushed the door open, giving Peyton an answering smile when he saw her sitting at her desk. When she mentioned the Spice Girls, Westley glared at her, moving into the room and closing the door behind him. "That's not funny," he said, crossing his arms over his chest in a playful way, before his glare melted into a warm smile. He walked over to the table, hands in his pockets as he looked at the display. "You outdid yourself, chickie," Westley commented, giving her an affectionate half-smile. "It looks delicious." He did as he was told to get his glass for soda, and returned to the table, pulling out his chair and sitting down. "This was nice of you. Especially the broccoli... You know how much I love it." He spread a napkin out in his lap, more out of habit than actually needing it there. "So, you wanted to talk about something?" he asked, looking up at her curiously as he slathered his broccoli with butter.
10:47:36 PM Jennifer: Peyton laughed. "Outdid myself? Naw, thats when I make an entire 4 or 5 course meal in my apartment, and Still manage to pull looking like a model. It hasnt happened yet, but im still waiting for the day when someone needs a girl who can cook and be as amazing as I possibly can." she smirked and took a bite of her veggies. "I know they are. They always hate when I call, Im sure. cause I make them just pick out the rest of the veggies and give you the broccoli." she grinned as she spread her own napkin in her lap and she picked up her sandwich. "Besides that, someone has to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Lord knows you wouldnt do it on your own." she teased. "And yeah. I need an assistant. Someone to schedule things for me and what not. Plus? totally cool to say I have an assistant. So i wanted to know where you go about getting one. Cause Ive never needed one before..." she said, blushing just a little.
11:03:51 PM westleywyler: "You could totally do that," Westley said, waving his hand in dismissal of the issue. "There's no doubt about it. You look amazing all the time, and if you can cook the four to five course meal, it really wouldn't matter." He left out what he really wanted to add, what he was really thinking: 'I need a girl like you...' Seeing her start to eat, Westley took a bite of his broccoli, eyes shutting a bit in pleasure. It was steamed just right, and the butter added a salty flavor that made him that much happier; he never knew why, but whenever Westley ate broccoli, it gave him the best sensation of satisfaction. "Hey, I'm taking care of myself," he protested, pointing his fork at her. "I ate breakfast this morning and all. I just forgot to shave. I slept in a little too long to get the scruff." He picked up his sandwich and took a big bite, chewing thoughtfully as he listened to her talk. Swallowing when she finished talking, Westley gave her a small smile. "I'll put in an ad for one in the newspaper. I'm not sure how to either, but I'll take care of it. Any specifications for them?"
11:11:56 PM Jennifer: Peyton thought for a moment on specifications, as she chewed her food. "Hmm..." shhe said softly and swallowed. "Well, they should know i need my coffee in the morning before I can fully function. annd I like another one around 2... You could probably train an assistant in for me better then I could." she grinned. He always knew what shhe needed before she needed it. "And someone who can handle how scattered I am, and try to keep me organized... though Im doing a pretty good job getting things in order here without someone." she was a little proud of herself for that, but knew once she started going to more shows, finding more people out there, she would need someone to keep her in check. "I... I hope you are taking care of yourself. You know ill hunt your down if you arent, right?" she teased, winking at him.

Amy Winehouse

2008-09-29T18:32:09Z

Name: Amy Winehouse (although PBs are totally possible. Id play her AU-ish anyway.)
Birthplace: Southgate, London, England
Age: 20-25
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Aim: TBD
Currently Plays in: TBD

Background: Amy Winehouse was born in the Southgate area of Enfield, London to a Jewish family who shared her love of jazz music. She was raised in a family of four: her father Mitchell, her mother Janis, and her older brother Alex. Mitchell would constantly sing around the house, often singing Frank Sinatra to young Amy, who also took to a constant habit of singing to the point that teachers found it difficult keeping her quiet in class.

At the age of nine, her grandmother, Cynthia, suggested she attend the Susi Earnshaw Theatre School for further training. She stayed at the Earnshaw school for four years before seeking full time training at Sylvia Young Theatre School, but was allegedly expelled at fourteen for "not applying herself" and for piercing her nose. She later attended the BRIT School in Selhurst, Croydon.

Amy has dabbled into drugs and drinks an excessive amount while she sings. When she write, every one of her songs is incredibly autobiographical. She doesn't really take much from anyone, and is the kind of girl who will get right in your face if she doesnt like you. She doesnt take anything from anyone. Shes loud, outgoing, loves being the life of the party, and usually tends to overdo it from time to time. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and while she can hide it, has a tendency to get extremely attached really quickly.

RP Examples:
Buddy: By now it's no surpise that Buddy is late. It's not traffic, or that he took too loing to get ready, but he just took his time to get there, spent time with his friends before even showing up at the bar with his usual group. It was the band, and a few peole he had met at house parties. He had called his frineds, waited for them before even getting there. He was expecting Amy to be waiting for him, to be at the bar, maybe with a drink for herself and oen for him. He had a cigarette perched on his lips, puffing smoke every few times, finally actching a glance at the bar, but not Amy. "Hey, man have you seen her?" He asked the bartender because it was't like they weren't regulars there. He followed where the guy was pointing, his jaw tensing in anger, watching carefully. He wasn't at all amused with what he was seeing, shew as already partying without him.
Me: Amy sat at one of the smaller booths with 3 guys, and was already obviously intoxicated. She laughed loudly, and kept rubbing her nose, telling anyone who saw her that she had snorted something already. She draped an arm around one of the guy's shoulders and leaned into his hear, whispering something about how his pants were way too tight to keep his jolly man happy, and then reached a hand down, cupping the mans crotch. The man grinned, taking it as an invite, and leaned in to kiss Amy, but she slapped him. "What the fuck are you on, dripweed?" she said loudly and then pushed him out of the booth and laughed, seeing him fall to the ground. "Sissy." she said and the other guys laughed. She took up a shot and held it out to the other guys, clinking glasses then leaning back to do the shot, then quixkly picked upa nother one and put it between her breasts, the black corset style top she wore holding it nicely. "Who wants it?" she asked, showing her chest with the shot around.
Buddy: Buddy's blood was boiling and his patience was wearing thin at that point. He was fed up with her, how dare she do what shew as doing and he was right there watching. Granted he couldn't really talk, because whenver he had the chance he had girls drapped over him, with out any shame to what it was they were touching. That was different though. It should have been no surprise though, they always caught eachother doing something stupid and something that others in a relationship wouldn't do. They were different though, they were something else. Buddy didn't wait anymore, as soon as he saw the guy leaning over to take the shotglass, Buddy was reaching over the table and grabbing the guy by the collar of the shirt. "And what the hell do you think you're doing." He snarled, cigarette long gone, but his eyes didn't lose any of he intensity in them or the anger. "I asked you a fucking question." He shook the guy, staring him down.
Me: Amy laughed at Buddy who was pratically beating the guy up already and shook her head. She took te shot up and drank it herself, wiping her face as some of it spilled down her lips. "Dont be such a bad sport BUddy. Its not attractive." she winked and blew a kiss to one of the other guys who was quickly getting up out of the booth. The man being choked by Buddy was sputtering. "I... She... It... J-Just a s-s-shot..." he said and Amy walked over to Buddy, reaching a hand down, cupping his crotch. "Poor baby needs some Amyplay, dont 'e?" she grinned and stood up on her toes to purr in his ear. "Put the bastard down. He can kick your ass." she hissed then lowered on her feet, wobbiling a little.

Keri Russell

2008-09-29T04:46:57Z

Name: keri Russell
Age: 23-28 (although can be played younger)
Birthplace: Fountain Valley, CA
Aim: Keri on pointe
Currently Plays in: N/A

Background: Keri studied dance all while growing up, starting taking ballet and tap classes at the age of 3, and never stopped dancing. her family moved around a lot, her father worked for Nissan Motors and traveled, so she never really had a chance to grow roots anywhere. She loved it so much she was offered a scholarship at one of the countries top dance academies, Juliard. She studied there for 4 years, graduating with honors, not only in dance , but at the top of all other subjects studied as well. She considers Juliard her home, because it was the first place she actually felt she could go to and was not ever changing. She has an older brother and a younder sister.

She is outgoing and bubbily once she knows you, and has an air about her step that you just cannot deny all the time. She always seems to be dancing on air. She has always wanted to do nothing but dance all the time, but knows its not only impractical, but also not exactly possible.

I can play her RL as though she's an actress, however I'd like to play her more AU style as well.

Linzi Martin

2008-09-27T15:47:32Z

Name: Linzi Martin
Age: 25
Orientation: Straight however anything above the waist is fair game.
Location: Born: Maryland
AIM: TBD
Currently Plays in: N/A

Background: Basically Linzi is your average girl next door with a bite. She loves life - hers especially - and loves having her friends and loved ones around her. When she was in high school, she met William (Billy) Martin and has pretty much been with him since day one. They were high school sweethearts, and have been together for 8 and a half years now.

Linzi is the kind of girl who likes to get dressed up but is so much more comfortable in her jeans and tshirt - or Billys shirts - and running around in bare feet. She's sarcastic as heck when she gets it in her head, but is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. She burns water when she cooks, microwaves are her best friend, she likes to drink Vodka Cranberries, and loves going to see Billy perform, and going out afterwards. She's sweet to all of Billys fans, knowing that they are the ones who got the band where they are today, and respects them until they stop respecting her.

Notes: Can be played with a slightly different background, taking Billy and Good Charlotte out of the mix if wanted. She's pretty versitle.

Chelsea Cooley

2008-09-12T00:20:54Z

Name: Chelsea Cooley
Age: 24
Orientation: Straight
Location: Born: Minneapolis, MN, but moved to the east coast once she won Miss USA and never moved back.
Aim: TBD
Currently Plays in: TBD

Background: Chelsea was the traditional cheerleader, popular, beautiful girl in school. Everyone loved her and wanted to be her friend. She was nice to everyone, and it helped her get by on a lot of things. She was never an excellent student, but she was decent. She passed high school with B's and C's. She went to college in Charlotte, NC - University of North Carolina Charlotte wanting to do both something in fashion as well as public relations. She put her schooling on hold when she started winning pageants and won the Miss USA pageant, then competed in Miss World, however didnt win. She came back, and graduated from UNC and found herself a position with the Carolina Panthers, in their promotions/relations department. She worked there for a year before being asked to move up to the public relations department for the Oakland Athletics. The job was much higher profile, and way better pay, so she jumped on it, plus it got her in the sun, away from hurricanes, which was always a plus.

In high school, she dated Joe, a great guy whom she honestly thought she loved, but when school ended, they went their seperate ways. She really cared about him, but they both had their own paths to take, although she still follows what he does because a part of her still loves him. She knows he got signed to the Minnesota Twins and has been Catcher there for a few years, and follows games he plays, just because she can.

Peyton Winterberg

2008-08-23T04:59:07Z

Name: Peyton Winterberg
Age: 18 - 27
Orientation: Straight, although could be done in a femme line as long as the right setting were created and the player was willing to play out the birth of the relationship.
Location: Minneapolis, MN
AIM: musicalpeyton
Currently Plays in: chitowncsp, redbrickrecords, templesrising

Background: Peyton grew up in the mid west, Minnesota to be exact. She grew up in the picture perfect little suburb. Her mom and dad were both hard workers, her dad a lawyer and he mom taught art for the school district. Her dad loved her mom, however had been cheating on her mom with a student intern in his office, who was 10 years older then Peyton, from when this girl was 15.
When Peyton was 6, she was in dance classes and her mom was late to pick her up, she hated being late to classes and was anxiously waiting on the steps. Her mom had run a red light and was killed by a truck who hit her straight on. Her dad and grandparents forgot about her on the front porch and the neighbors’ didn’t see her there until hours later and brought her to the hospital where she found out her mom was dead.
Two weeks to the day her dad started bringing the girl she calls “Tart” around, and as soon as Tart was 18, they got married. Her dad threw out almost everything of the first wife’s - except a record collection and a Christmas tree and trimmings Peyton had saved from trash and hid in her closet.
When Peyton was 12, she met Brent. Her dad liked him because he basically took Peyton out of his hair. Brent was older, and not the nicest guy. To make a graphic story short, he would use things to have sex with her - spoons, sticks, etc. One night when Peyton was 16, he came in high and drunk with his friend and the friend held her down while Brent used a baseball bat to basically rape her. It ended up fracturing her pelvis and caused her to never be able to have kids because they had to remove everything.
Brent told the hospital they had been jumped by gang members and she had been raped, and since over the years she had mentioned what Brent did to others and no one believed her she kept her mouth shut. Brent was star quarter back, family rich, you know the type. And he was 18. So he left for college at Harvard and Peyton spent the next 6 months in the hospital, having 3 surgeries to rebuild everything. She spent the rest of her time in high school hiding form everyone because she felt she looked hideous, she has 3 large scars on her stomach which she always hides and is completely self conscious of. Depending on her age, she has come to terms somewhat with everything.. Sex will always be an issue with her, but it is something she can get over with time and patience. She finds herself wanting to explore more and more with people she trusts. She has a dog, Bunny, who is pretty much her everything. Along with the ever growing record collection - 10,598 vinyl albums at this current time - and uses music to define and describe herself and her feelings. She is also an artist, her mom had taught her to paint at a young age and she always kept up with it. She draws and sketches too, pretty much to keep her hands busy. But because she sees her mother in her art when she completes it, she will always consider herself an artist.

RP Example:
Peyton: Peyton gasped as he pulled her pants off, but nodded and started to move up the bed. SHe kicked the sheets down and reached her hands down pulling him to her, toeing the sheet so she could pull it over the both of them. "God, you have no idea how much I want this. I want you. I love you and I want you." she wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed her hips into his. Without either of them noticing, Bunny had woken up and could hear comotion in the bedroom. Just like the nosy little dog she was, she walked back to the bedroom, nosing the door open and slowly yawned, making her way over to the bed.
Brendon: Now with the sheets over them it felt more real and like it was going to really happen. He even reached over to the bedside drawer, pulling the top one open to start looking blindly for a foil package that he knows is in there though he's kissing against her neck and rocking his hips towards hers while he looked. Finally, finally he felt it under his hand and pulled it out, slamming the drawer closed and moving away from Peyton's neck to look down with a small smile nodding. "So much, so so much." He agreed, finger's hooking in her panties. It's not until that point that he felt something weird, added weight by his feet which made him stop and look over his shoulders. It took him a moment to take it in, door wide open, Bunny now by their feet. He quickly rolled off Payton hands no longer over her, looking at Bunny. "You've got to be shitting me." He mumbled, pulling the sheets higher over him.
Peyton: Peyton was laying there, almost trembling with anticipation when all of a sudden he wasnt on her anymore, and she opened her eyes, blinked a few times and saw Bunny. She kicked her feet to make the dog move, which only made bunny move up the bed and start walking to Brendon "Just push her off, seriously. Please..." she took a few deep breaths and moved her hand under the sheets and rubbed at his thigh. She wanted him so bad it was as if she could taste it. And her panties were already almost off. This was supposed to be their moment.
Brendon: Brendon dropped the condom off the side off the bed and just ran a hand through his hair in frustration taking a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, turning to look at Peyton, then back over at Bunny who is just looking at him and making her way up. He sat up, leg tensing under Peyton's hand he reached out just to pet Bunny on the head because he couldn't just push her away and he hated that, he was sort of preying she would just leave on her own
Peyton: Peyton watched as he reached out for Bunny instead of for her and instantly knew where her place was. She nodded. "I... I should go." she quickly got out of the bed and pulled her panties up over her hips and walked to the door. She found a tshirt of Brendons on the floor and scooped it up as she went. "You... You just take care of Bunny. I... I cant do this. Its her or me Bren. God damnit." she ran a hand through her hair and stopped in the door. "I love you Bren. But... I ... I cant compete." she shrugged her shoulders and made her way out the bedroom and grabbed her keys and made her way out of his apartment and walked to her door.
Brendon: Brendon's hand froze mid petting, his eyes looking over at Peyton with a confused look. He knew Bunny was Peyton's everything, which is why he treated her so well, gave her all the attention she wanted, he figured that way he could show Peyton that he was willing to except her and Bunny into his life. Sometimes he could be completly clueless. "Peyton-" He cut himself off, wondering if he should go after her or give her space, he went for the first one. "Sorry girl." He whispered to Bunny, pulling on a pair of pj pants, rushing to catch up with Peyton at her door, making sure to close his so Bunny wouldn't come out. "Peyton, wait, it's not like that."
Peyton: Peyton opened her door and just walked inside. "Just leave it Bren. It doesnt matter,okay? Just go backto your apartment and be with bunny. She shouldnt be alone anyway. I bet shes scratching at the door trying to get out of there anyway." she made her way back to her bedroom, no longer aware if he was following her or not. She tore his shirt off and threw it in the hamper and pulled out a tank and a pair of running shorts, slipping them both on, along with a pair of socks and sat on her bed to put them and her shoes on.
Brendon: Brendon shook his head as he followed her inside the apartment. "If it didn't matter we wouldn't be doing this right now." He watched her, then looked down to his feet, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, okay? I know this last week or however long it has been has sucked because we always get so close but never there but it's weird when she's scratching at the door and when she wants my attention it's not that I'm choosing her over you, it's not." He sighed, looking back up at her.
Peyton: Peyton jumped off her bed, decked in her running attire "It doesnt matter Bren. Because you are. Just once. You could have pushed her away just once. And after I told you how i really felt? It should have been the perfect moment. "But now? Now I dont think we'll ever getthere because my dog means more to you then having a naked woman in your sheets, begging you to pay attention toher. And instead of doing that? You pet the dog, Brendon. The DOG!" She shook her head and made her way past him, to go to the kitchen to grab some water. "I need to go run for .... god , i dont even know how long. I need to do something with this energy that keeps getting bottled up because your desire for my dog is greater then the one for me. I... Ill just see you tomorrow or something." she put the glass in the sink and made her way to the door. It was like midnight by this time, and probably not a smart time for her to be going out, but she didnt care.
Brendon: Brendon fiddled wit his hands together infront of him and couldn't bring himself to say anything just let her talk and listened. She was right, he wasn't going to deny that, but when her voice rose he almost jumped, turning to follow herout to the kitchen. "Yeah...yeah, I'll um... see you tomorrow." He mumbled sadly, the last thing he wanted to do was let her go and run but he could tell she just wanted to think, didn't want to be around him and he could respect that. "Yeah, just be careful, I'll be in my apartment you should come when you're done." He walked out of the apartment before she did and just made his way to his, closing the door after him.

Michael Guy Chislett

2008-08-23T04:55:14Z

Name: Michael Guy Chislett
Age: 27
Orientation: Butch-sexual -LOL - bi-sexual, however has always had a thing for Butch Walker. He likes men a lot, but appreciates the gentleness of a woman.
Location: Sydney, Australia
AIM:
Currently Plays in: templesrising

Background: Michael dropped out of high school at grade 10 and went to pursue a career in music. he plays guitar and loves it. He went and toured withh the christian band Hillsong for many years, and left, only to move to LA, living in a dumpy apartment with 4 other guys, liiving off peanuts and worked as a studio musician for 3 years before meeting Butch Walker. They hit it off right away and Butch offered him a place to live, and a gig - permanently. He took Butch up on both accounts and then toured with Butch Walker and the Lets Go Out Tonites until being noticed by Thhe Academy Is... and eventually left Butch to go work with TAI. I play him mostly AU, but I do incorproate that into his background. He has his thick australian accent and loves his family, his sister has a daughter Miranda, whom adores Michael - uncle mikey - and he would do anything for that little girl. He goes back to Australia as often as possible to see them, and while they were always supportive, they really are glad things panned out for him.

RP Example:
Michael: Michael waited for some kind of response from Butch, but when he got none, he sighed. "You doing okay?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. He sensed there was something going on in Butch's head, something he either wasnt telling him or something that was bothering him. "You used to tell me everything. Just cause its been a while since I saw you last, doesnt mean that you cant still talk to me, you know..." he tried, wanting to help his friend.
Butch: Butch shook his head, taking a long drink of his coffee. "I'm fine," he said, but he said it a little too quickly for it to really be true, and hell, he knew he wasn't fine. He knew he was having a weird spiral, but he was sure he'd come out of it just fine, possibly even better than he had been when it had started, but it was sure taking a damned long time to reverse, and he wasn't sure now whether coming to see Michael here was such a good idea. "Really."
Michael: Michael took a deep breath and sat up in his chair, leaning his elbows on the table. "When you decide to stop lying to yourself, and to me, I'm here." he whispered loudly and took a drink of his coffee. He knew Butch was lying. He knew this wasnt nothing, but wasnt something that he was going to push. One thing he learned about Butch was that he didnt talk unless he was ready to.
Butch: Butch nodded, looking down at his steaming coffee cup, and wondering whether he would ever actually have the balls to tell Michael that the koi he'd covered up his ex-wife's name with had been for him. It had taken him a damned long time to cover up her name, a goddamned long time, but then, he thought he might have kept it for so long just to remind himself that he'd loved someone, really loved them, or thought he had. He'd put a koi over it in Michael's honor because the younger man somewhat reminded him of a koi fish, too beautiful to really be real. He took a long drink of coffee and sighed out through his nose, and then just drained the cup, because he needed some time to think.
Michael: Michael took a few more sips of his coffee, not finishing it yet, but noted that Butch drained his cup. "You want another one?" he asked looking over to the baristas who were chattering away together. He just nodded, not knowing what to say. If Butch didnt want to talk, he wasnt going to. He could be tight lipped if he wanted to be.
Butch: "Nah. Let's just go back," he said, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and biting it between his teeth before he tugged his lip out and leaned back in the chair, his hips pushing forward, his hands lacing over his flat belly, and his legs crossing at the ankle. He tilted his head back, turning dark eyes to the ceiling, because he honestly wasn't sure what to say. The koi, Michael's koi, felt like it was burning his shoulder, urging him to tell him, and he couldn't do that. It would change their friendship irrevocably, and Michael didn't need that stress.
Michael: Michael just nodded, finishing up his coffee and stood up from the table, pushing his chair back in and tossed his cup into the bin by the garbage. "Come on, Ill show you your office and you can get to work on that lock and porn collection Im sure you'll be bringing in." he winked, grinning as he fastened up his coat and put his mittens back on. He walked out to the door, holding it open for Butch once again and couldnt help but study his ass as the older man walked out the door. It was such a great ass, one ha hd loved from the first moments he saw it, both clothed and unclothed.
Butch: Butch had nodded, tossing his styrofoam cup into the garbage because he really didn't make the distinction between garbage and recycling bin when he only had a few minutes to process it, but by the time he did, he wasn't going to go fish it out. Almost as if he could feel Michael's pale eyes on his body, his hips swayed just a little more, making his ass that much more appealing, and then he looked over his shoulder, some dark knowledge hidden in them, as if he knew that if he pressed it, if he wanted it badly enough, he could have Michael.
Michael: Michael smiled, Rolling his eyes as he caught up to Butch. As he passed, he wound his arm up to pretend to spank Butch. "Such the flirt." he laughed and bumped him with his shoulder, his hankd running along Butch's hip again. When he was around butch, he had a smile on his face, and felt light. lighter then he had felt in a long time. Something he didnt realize he was missing.
Butch: Butch grinned lasciviously as Michael's arm wound up in a pretend spank, although the light was flickering in his eyes when he did it, grin or not. "Oh, spank me, baby," he purred, licking over his lower lip and then pressing his hip into Michael's hand, his breath nearly stolen by just how good he felt here with this man. He twisted a little in the other's grip, reaching to take his hand and tug him close, their faces inches apart, so close their breathing was mingled, and those dark eyes were locked on Michael's paler ones, unsure what to say now that he had him, had his attention, but Christfuck, he had to say something. "I missed you," he murmured, brushing their mouths together, and to hell with Kristin, because she was the furthest thing from his mind right now.
Michael: Michael's eyes went wide as he felt Butch's lips move and slowly pulled his head back slightly. "I.... I missed you too." he said softly, not wanting to, but forcing himself to take a step back, but kept his eyes locked with Butch's. He couldnt pull himself away.
Butch: Butch's mouth worked a few times, opening and closing, because he couldn't believe he had just done that. He had thought, originally, that he might just tell the younger man, or something like that, but he'd never expected himself to do this, and now that he had done it, he didn't know what to say or what to do about it. He had absolutely no damned idea what he was doing, and as much as he wanted to walk away from this, tell Michael to forget it and leave, he couldn't tear away from Michael's eyes.
Michael: Michael took in a deep breath and he let it out slowly. "Butch..." he started, not sure he knew what to say, actually. He didnt know what was going on, why Butch was doing this, what was in his head. "Talk to me." he finished, hoping that he really would talk to him
Butch: Now Butch had a choice to make, because Michael, there was a lot that he didn't know about Butch Walker, the man who was supposed to be his best friend, and Butch couldn't help the pang of pain that went through him at the thought that he'd kept such a secret from Michael this long. He reached to cup the other's jaw in his palm, the pad of his thumb stroking over Michael's high cheekbone, and at first, he choked, had to swallow before he could talk, because this was too big for words that Butch had to find to describe it, and he knew it probably wouldn't come out like he wanted, but he had to try anyway. "I love you, Michael. That's why there isn't anyone else. There won't be anyone else. Not here." He reached for Michael's hand with his free one, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart, making it very clear.
Michael: Michael's eyes went even wider and his jaw dropped. He felt Butch take his hand and put it to his chest, feeling the heart beating through the jacket. Or maybe it was just his heart pounding in his head. He couldnt be certain. He inhaled and let it out slowly, opening and closing his mouth a few times, but failing to come up with words. And there they stood, hands holding and hos other on Butch's chest. The last thought in his mind was Kristin, although she probably should have been the first, but he was trying to figire out when this had happened, why Butch never said anything to him, and what he was going to do.
Butch: There was something tortured in Butch's eyes, almost as if he knew that this was definitely not the best time for this, but he couldn't just walk away. There was still a vague hope inside him that Michael would understand how afraid he'd been, what a moron he'd been for saying nothing all this time, for keeping silent when even the youngest child knew that love was supposed to be shared, it was supposed to be talked about. Love was the most beautiful thing in the world, and he had hidden it from the man he loved, like a fucking moron, and God, was his heart really pounding now.
Michael: Michael took a few deep breaths before sighing. "Y-you love me?" he whispered, letting his hand lower from Butch's heart and very slowly pull away from his body, although he never let go of the other hand and his eyes never left Butch's. It was insane, the intensity being shared between them. He had liked Butch, sure, but never had known it had gotten that far between them, not understanding why or how or what. Did he love Butch? He might. With michael, love wasnt just something he blurted out, it was calculated, planned. And this was not planned.
Butch: Butch inhaled sharply, nodding, because he wasn't sure how to respond to this. Butch, for all intents and purposes, was not the kind of man who planned these things, nor did he believe that love ought to be planned, let alone calculated. He'd always believed that love should be something free and wild, like the Mustang horses, but they'd never really talked about this, never really considered this. He swallowed a lump in his throat, his dark eyes going wide and slightly terrified as he spoke. "Yeah. For a long time now."

Quinn Allman

2008-08-23T04:48:33Z

Name: Quinn Allman
Age: 21-27
Orientation: Bi-sexual, however leans more towards men.
Location: Orem, Utah
AIm: quinngreat
currently plays in: N/A

Background: Quinn grew up in a small family in the very Mormon town of Orem, UT. He discovered at a very young age that he liked partying. When he was 13, he met up with some people that he probably shouldnt have, and got into the drug and party scene in UT. he would attend raves every weekend, and sometimes not come home at nights. He got heavy into drugs, discovering that they made him lose his shy boy routine and come out of his shell. This was when he discovered he liked being with guys as well as girls, and was also when he had both of his first sexual experiences. When he was 17, he met a guy who he immediately fell head over heels for, and left the girl he had been seeing for two years, Johanna, to be with him. When Quinn left her, Johanna committed suicide because she couldnt stand that he wanted a boy instead of her. The guy, Jacob, was heavy into the party scene and loved E. Once night when he was high, he tied Quinn to a bed at a house party and he and 3 of his friends preceeded to rape him, then left him tied to the bed, naked and humiliated. It wasnt until the next day that someone found him. He pressed charges against his attackers, and the 4 boys did 18 months for the attack. He's much better now, although he does have committment issues. He is slow to get into relationships, and sex is almost frightening to him, however he does want that one relationship that will make it turn around for him. he loves writing, and wants to write his memoirs one day, thinking that after hes dead someone will benefit from his life. So, he writes down everything that happens in notebooks. he has hundreds and hundreds of them. Anytime anything worth happens he writes it down. A little obsessive, yes, but then he never forgets things either.

RP Example:
Quinn: Quinn sat behind the counter, reading his worn copy of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. The cover was torn slightly, he had read it more then several times. Just one of the Gems he had found in his aunts store. He liked the idea of working there, gave him opportunity to let his book collection grow and at a fraction of the price it normally woud take. He pulled the brown, very broken-in hoodie he was wearing tightly around his small frame. His blonde hair fell into his eyes and he put the hood up. The only down side to this job was that it was in a drafty old building and it was forever cold. He pulled the sleeves over his hands and went on reading. His nose practically in the book.
Butch: Butch wandered down the sidewalk in a pair of faded jeans -- both knees ripped -- and a tan t-shirt, smoking his cigarette, but came to a complete stop when he noticed a bookstore. Intrigued, he flicked his cigarette out into the street and pulled his green army jacket around his body a little tighter against the wind that tossed his hair into his eyes. As he entered, he reached up and knocked his bangs back from his brow so he could take in his surroundings. He loved the smell of bookstores -- something about all that paper in one room had this wonderful odor that he just couldn't get enough of.
Quinn: Quinn looked up briefly from his book to see a man walk into the store. he looked old enough to not have to watch constantly and put his head back down into his book. He did, however, glance back up every few moments to make sure he was still in there. Normally Quinn was supposed to greet the customers, however he never was really able to find his voice around people. Always wished he could blend into the cheap wallpaper behind him. He coughed a little, the dust in the store being rustled by the door opening, but didnt mind. This place was his haven. He felt safe here.
Butch: At the sound of the cough, Butch looked up from the bookshelf he was perusing and noticed a blonde whose face was tilted down over a book. From what he could see, the boy looked at least mildly attractive -- a trait Butch found hard to overlook. "Hey," he said quietly -- loud enough to be heard, but soft enough to not break the peaceful atmosphere of the store... or to startle the other male too much.
Quinn: Quinn looked up from his book, startled a little. Seeing the customer was addressing him. He waved slightly, smililng a little and said in the softest of voices. "Let me know if you need help." then went back to his book, rfeeling his face turn red.
Butch: "Actually, yeah," Butch replied, meandering up to the counter, crossing his arms and resting his elbows on the surface. "I was wondering if you had Jack Kerouac or Hunter S. Thompson." He raised his eyebrows a little in questioning as he studied the blonde's face
Quinn: Quinn took a deep breath and dog-eared his book and closed it. Clearing his throat he pointed over to his left. "Kerouac is over there. But I dont know exactly what we have. Everything is alphabetical by author. Thompson... if we have any would be...." he scanned the room. "There." he pointed more towards the other end ofthe store.
Butch: "Sweet, thanks," Butch said graciously as he made his way to the section he said Thompson would be in and scanned the shelves but managed to find nothing. Sighing, he walked back to the Kerouac section, perusing it until he found On the Road and The Dharma Bums. He aimlessly looked a few other books, but found nothing else to interest him, so he walked back to the counter, setting his two selections down on it. "I'll take these... you don't have any Thompson, though. Sucks."
Quinn: Quinn slid a notebook over the counter to the man. "Put down what you'd like Ill have my aunt look for it." and he began to ring up the two books he did want tp purchase. "$8.15." he said, again in his soft, nervous voice. He never knew what to say to people, and since this was a complete stranger, it was even worse. there were regulars he talked to more, but not in excess.
Butch: Butch scribbled The Rum Diary and The Great Shark Hunt on the paper before turning the notebook around, setting the pen on it, and sliding it back to the blonde. "So your aunt runs this place?" he inquired as he reached for his wallet, removing a ten and holding it out to the other male.
Quinn: Quinn took the money and gave him back his change, nodding. "Yeah. But I run it basically." he siad, not making eye contact with him. He rarely made eye contact with anyone, mostly because it made him nervous to feel like someone was staring him down. He took a deep breath, playing with the edges of his book.
Butch: Butch shoved the change in his pocket, studying the boy's face. "I'm Butch," he said, offering his hand to the blonde. "I just moved to Chicago yesterday... I'm actually from Georgia... so this will make you the third person I've met so far." He offered what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
Quinn: Quinn looked at the hand offered to him then at the man in front of him. "Uh... I'm Quinn." he said nervously, putting his hand out to weakly shake Butch's. "I.... well I live here, not in the store, but Chicago." He didnt know how much iinformation he should give up right away.
Butch: "Nice to meet you. I actually live in some apartments a few blocks away," Butch says, pointing off in the direction of the complex. "It must be nice working in a place like this. All quiet and you get to read whatever you want." His smile lingered, dark eyes raking over Quinn's decidedly attractive features. He bit the corner of his bottom lip for a moment before continuing, "Are you from around here originally?"
Quinn: Quinn shook his head. "Utah." he said, biting his lip, certain to bite it open soon. "I... I live not far from here either." he said barely above a whisper. If Quinn had given it any thought, he would have said Butch was attactive. And normally he went for people older then he was. But being that he never really thought about that, he was too busy being shy and nervous, he didnt.
Butch: Butch's expression changed into a pseudo-grimace for a moment. "Utah? Shitty. I'd hate to live there," he said, shaking his head adamantly. "You're not mormon are you?" he questioned before he had the opportunity to word the question in a less offensive manner. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he corrected himself, running a hand through his hair a little nervously, slightly concerned he made Quinn mad or upset in some way.
Quinn: Quinn blushed. "Was. only kinda ... uh hard to be, when you're like me." he said. Mormons didnt approve of his orientation but he wasnt going to come right out and tell this guy he was gay.
Butch: "When you're like you?" Butch asked, arching an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Do you drink too much coffee or something? I hear they don't like that." He chuckled.
Quinn: Quinn just nodded, head bent down, staring at the counter. "Yeah, something like that." he muttered. The fact he was gay was actually the reason he CAME to Chicago in the first place. Living with his aunt had been a godsend, but he was finally out on his own, and was having to learn to deal with everything. It was hard for him.
Butch: "Huh." Butch decided to let the subject drop and changed the subject. "So what bars are around this area?" he asked, leaning his elbows on the counter and adjusting his weight onto one leg, bending the other slightly. He set his chin in his hands and watched the blonde intently
Quinn: Quinn thought for a moment. "I honestly wouldnt know. I turned 21 this year and havent gone out really." he blushed a little and brushed the hair out of his eyes and behind his ears. "Im sure we have a chicago night life book somewhere in this mess."
Butch: A smile quirked the corner of Butch's lips. "You just turned 21 and you haven't gone out drinking yet?!" he exclaimed, feigning shock. "You can't be serious! Your friends are assholes for not taking you out for your birthday. Everyone has to go get wasted when they turn 21. Otherwise it's not fun." He laughed to himself. "I didn't mean to rhyme." He brushed his bangs back from his forehead.
Quinn: Quinn giggled a little bit. "That would require friends in the first place." he said softly. Since moving to Chi, he hadnt met anyone other then his aunt really. He had left a number of people back in Utah, however they were the wrong type of people to be around. He had left that scene to move on. "And drinking on your own is only fun when your 15 and high."
Butch: "Pshh," Butch said, eyeing the boy skeptically. "A kid as cute as you? You should have no problem with people flocking to you." He chuckled, pushing up off the counter and placing his hands on his hips. "You need to get out and meet some people, kiddo."
Quinn: Quinn shook his head fast. "No. I.... I... thats probably not a good idea." he remembered some things he had done in his past to meet people and shuddered. "I dont go out, really." he balled his hands in front of him on the counter.
Butch: Butch narrowed his eyes slightly as he scrutinized Quinn's features before running a hand through his hair. "Well, how about you just come over to my place sometime for some beers?" he offered, not sure how Quinn would react.
Quinn: Quinn snapped his head up, staring in Butch's eyes. "You... You want me... in.... to come over?" he was completely shocked and didnt exactly know how to respond to the offer, never having been given the offer in the first place. He took a deep breath and pulled at his left ear slightly. "I suppose... I mean, are you going to kill me?" he knew it sounded stupid, but he didnt care.
Butch: Butch threw his head back and laughed outright. "You figured me out!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms out to his sides. "My master plan has been foiled!" He laughed a little more before giving Quinn a flat look. "Seriously. I mean, you don't have to. But I've got good beer and not a lot to do. I have to let you know that I think you're cute, however... and if you're not okay with that, then you probably shouldn't come." He worried the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth for a minute as he prepared for an outright refusal from the ex-Mormon golden boy.
Quinn: Quinn laughed a little with Butch. "Im good like that, I guess. I read... like a lot." he motioned to the store. Then he blushed and brushed his hair INTO his face. "You... You're gay?" he asked, sounding a little relieved.
Butch: "I do enjoy the company of men, yes," Butch said, a wave of relief washing over him as he crossed his arms over his chest. "So are you down to come hang out or not?"
Quinn: Quinn thought for a moment. "I... I get off work in..." he looked down at his wrist watch. "Thirty minutes." he finished, looking back at Butch. "You.... you live n-near here?" Quinn had no idea what he was getting himself in to, and was a little scared. But he decided to make a jump, and if it failed, which he was certain it would, at least he tried.
Butch: "Yeah, like right down the road. Just a few blocks. The big high rise," he said, again pointing in the direction of the complex. "Yeah, I think it's called The Malibu or something like that," he said with a chuckle. "Something ridiculously gay." He did his best limp-wristed gesture, but didn't manage it very well.
Quinn: Quinn's eyes shot open wide. "R-really?" he asked, a little nervously. It woudl be way too much of a coincidence that they lived in the same building. "I... I live there too." he blushed. ANd had picked the building because it seemed like a nice comfortable name and it was cheap.
Butch: Butch laughed outright again. "Fucking small world," he mused aloud. "I'm in 702. You should totally stop by after you get off work." He collected his two books, holding them to his chest in crossed arms as he allowed himself one more lingering glance at Quinn's face.
Quinn: Quinn could feel his face flushing as Butch looked him over. But he didnt say anything. He just looked down and played with his book again. Once Butch walked out of the store he squealed a little too loudly and jumped. This was so much more intense then he had thought and sometims when the tension builds, he has to let it out.

Jeanae White

2008-08-23T04:35:12Z

Name: Jeanae White
Age: 19-21 Or can be played in a high school setting.
Location: Shaumberg, Illinois
Orientation: Bi-sexual
AIM: naynayjeanae
Currently plays in: templesrising

Background: Jeanae is a bitch. She has been from a very young age. She's used to getting what she wants with little or no parental supervision. She likes sex, and boys and girls, and loves tequila. Getting drunk every night? High light of her life. She has a small circle of friends and she reserves her true feelings and emotions for them - and those she really trusts. She has a hard outter shell but once you break it, you see just how sensitive she can be. She really just wants to find her equal. If played in a semi-RL setting, she will have dated Pete Wentz, and be reeling from that still, however I normally play her AU. She goes to school for cosmetology, and wants nothing more then to do hair for people. She wants to help people look and feel great, and its her way of showcasing her artistic abilities. She does extensions, colors, weaves, cuts, perms, you name it. She hoipes to move to NYC or LA and work in one of the trendier salons one day.

RP Example:
Jarrod: Jarrod pushed into the Psychology classroom, his black hair in a knotted mess on the top of his head. He threw a pass down on the teachers desk and explained that he was there for his make up work, having missed his first class earlier in the day. He smirked when he saw a girl in the back of the class, walking over and sitting at the empty chair next to her. He threw his feet onto his desk and leaned back in his chair, leaning closer to her. "Aren't you a bit too pretty to be in class?" He whispered in a deep voice, his shoulder brushing against hers.
Jeanae: Jeanae turned to look at him, her eyes rolling. "Oh please. That whole casanova bit was over done and over two years ago. What are you? Derranged?" she gave a half laugh and turned back to her notebook where she was doodling pictures with her left hand, her right being in a soft cast from fracturing the knuckles the night before. She kept an eye on him, wondering just what he was doing there and why he chose her desk - out of all the rest in the class - to sit at.
Jarrod: "I don't think I ever ended up seeing that movie." He kept his eyes on her, reaching up in a fake stretch and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He couldn't help it, he tried his hardest until he was rejected with almost every pretty girl he saw. He brushed his black hair out of his face and let out a soft laugh, almost breathless. "What's your name, beautiful?"
Jeanae: She turned and looked at him, an eyebrow raised and rolled her eyes. "If you want to know so badly, maybe you should find out on your own. Its not hard." She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them. Noone other then Kevin had ever called her beautiful, but she had chopped her hair off last night. So she wasnt feeling all that beautiful at the moment. She brought a hand up and ran it through the reddish whisps on her forehead, brushing them to the side.
Jarrod: Jarrod leaned towards her desk, reading her name off of her paper. "Guessing by the big bubble letters on your paper I'd say you're Jeanae." He gave her a small grin, crossing his legs on the desk and slinking further down in his chair. "I'm Jarrod. Looks like we have something in common..." He teased, talking about the fact that both of their names started with J.
Jeanae: Jeanae couldnt help but laugh a little, covering her mouth with her injured hand. She winced a little as the hand moved a little and quickly put it on the table top in front of her, making sure not to move it any more. "Seems like we do. You've definitely got balls. You'll get along fine around here." she whispered, knowing that it took a little bit of attitude to handle yourself with people here.
Jarrod: "Oh, sweetheart, I have nice balls." He whispered back, sliding his fingers into the back of her hair. "This is your last class of the day, right?" He smirked, the answer obvious since it was everyone's last class. He was trying his hardest to have game, it wasn't as easy when he was completely sober.
Jeanae: Jeanae closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "You are trying really hard, arent you?" she commented as she opened her eyes and looked down at her paper. "Just for the record, Im not going to sleep with you. So, you can move yourself along to one of the other whores in the school if thats what you want. There's plenty of them here." she sighed and turned to look at him. "Im not trying to be.... okay, who am I kidding. Im totally trying to be a bitch." she laughed.
Jarrod: Jarrod couldn't help but laugh, using his other hand to cup her cheeks and forcing her to look him in the eyes. "If I wanted you to sleep with me I would just ask, darling." He smirked, stroking her cheek. "I need someone to show me around and I was hoping that a cute girl could show me where to go to have fun in this school."
Jeanae: Jeanae looked at him, not pulling her face away right away but after a moment she pulled her cheeks from his hands. "Wow. Getting fresh. You're lucky Im not daiting anyone anymore." she rolled her eyes. "Although you're probably like the rest of 'em and not give a fuck about that." she sighed again and looked down at her notes, which were nothig about theclass. "Theres not much to do here on campus. You gotta learn to make your own fun."
Jarrod: He scoffed softly and rolled his eyes, dropping his hand into his lap. "That's the only thing I care about. That and age, but that's changed now that I'm here." he laughed quietly, glancing up at the front of the class. "You really are quite cute though." He smirked and rubbed his hand along her shoulder
Jeanae: Jeanae rolled her eyes, something she was starting to think was going to be common place around Jarrod, and closed her notebook. "Not important? Could be that Im 12 and only here observing the class, you know. You know nothing about the person you are practically throwing yourself at." she gave a laugh. "You're funny. Making me laugh. Thanks. I need to laugh. Its been a shittastic twenty four hours." she stacked her books and looked at the clock. "And because you bothered me all through this class? You can buy me coffee."
Jarrod: "You look pretty grown to be twelve, sweetheart." He winked as he pulled his arm down, getting up and walking up to the front of the class to get his make up work. He hadn't answered but he was obviously alright with buying the other girl something. "Ready to go, Ms. Jeanae?" He asked, glancing back at her as the bell rang and the other students started to filter out.
Jeanae: Jeanae gathered her things in her arms and walked to the front of the room, not knowing exactly what this outing had in store for her, and not exactly knowing how she felt about it, but followed all the same. If nothing else, this kid would be fun to mess with for a short period of time.
Jarrod: Jarrod shoved his make up work into his backpack and walked down the hall next to her, smirking to himself. "I'd rather get drunk then drink a lot of coffee." He admitted, letting out a laugh. "And I can legally buy alcohol in Canada, which is really exciting."
Jeanae: Jeanae laughed. "See, Now you're talking my language. Getting drunk after the day I had yesterday is the onlydamn thing I wanna do." she slipped her things into her bag she had thrown over her shoulder and pulled her mittens out. "Or you can just have a fake. Which is the way to get anything you want anywhere." she said offhandedly.

Mikey Way

2008-08-23T04:25:59Z

Name: Michael James Way - AKA - Mikey Way
Age: 27 although can be played younger. Never older.
Location: Birth place: Belleville, New Jersey
Orientation: Bi-sexual
AIM: way2bmikey
Currently plays in: templesrising

Background: Mikeys older brother, Gerard, is his best friend. He has always had his brother for companionship, comfort, friendship, protection... you name it. He is shy, somewhat anti-social, loves books and reading. He has more books then some small town libraries do. He also loves writing. He wants to be a novelist one day. Writing a book about the best love story - only hasnt had a real genuine one of his own yet so he doesnt do much writing. He loves cooking - mostly italian food. When he was younger his grandma taught him everything she knew about cooking and the kitchen and when she passed, he kept it going.

RP Example:
Patrick: Patrick leans against the wall waiting somewhat impatiently for the elevator to come. He briefly flirts with the idea of taking the stairs, but going down 8 flights of consentric circles will likely make him want to puke, so he waits it out. It's not as though he is in that big of a hurry. Grocery shopping can wait another few minutes. Finally, the familiar ding and the doors open. Patrick steps on and hits one.
Mikey: Mikey was on the 7th floor, visiting a friend and waited for the elevator. Usually he took the stairs but today he was feeling lazy. It opened and he walked in, head down, not noticing who else was inside. He repressed the 1 button and walkd to the back corner. He glanced over, seeing a pair of brightly colored shoes and chanced a look upward, seeing it was Patrick. Great, he thought. Too late to get out now. He bit on his bottom lip and waitied to get done with the ride. It wasnt that he didnt like patrick, just the opposite, but he was faitrly certain that patrick hated him.
Patrick: When the elevator slowed to stop at the 7th floor, Patrick was mildly annoyed by the delay. He just wanted to get on with it already. When Mikey appeared in the door, he gulped, perhaps for the first time in his life. He looked away and tried not to move, reverting to some childlike hope that if you stand really still, you'll be invisible. His heart was pounding and his athiesm was confirmed in that moment; he had been praying all day that he wouldn't run into Mikey. Patrick is fairly certain this is the longest elevator ride of his life.
Mikey: Mikey just stood in the opposite corner as Patrick. He knew he should say something, but totally felt that this kid hated him. He sighed loudly as the floors dinged, then all of a sudden the elevator lurched. it stopped on the 5th floor and the lights went out, then the emergency ones popped on. "What the fuck?" he said under his breath.
Patrick: This was soooo not happening. Patrick felt sick. He was scared to turn and look at Mikey. After mulling things over all day at work, he knew what he should do, what an adult would do... but he really couldn't bring himself to do anything. He felt paralyzed. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to settle his nerves. Looking straight ahead, he asked to the air, "What are we supposed to do now?"
Mikey: Mikey didnt say anything, but stepped to the phone, hit the emergency button and waited for it to ring. When it did, he picked it up. "Yeah, two of us, stuck in the elevator. I dont know. WHAT?!?!?! 3 hours? Are you kidding me?" he slammed the phone back on the receiver. He turned to Patrick. "Could take 3 hours. Malfunction. Dont know whats wrong. Sorry you're stuck with me." he walked back to his corner and sat down leaning against the wall.
Patrick: This was not happening. Patrick felt fire under his skin before he started going numb. He slowly slumped to the floor. "This.. no. Nope. Not happening...." He realized he was talking to himself, out loud, and that, especially after his performance last night, he had to seem certifiably insane. He sort of wanted to cry.
Mikey: Mikey looked over at patrick, as he talked to himself. He wondered what he could have done to make this kid so uncomfortable around him. Was it that he was a messy eater? He didnt get it. He guessed this was just going to be one of those people who hated him, for no reason he could see. He sighed and turned to look at Patrick. He cleared his throat. "Look. I'm sorry if I did something last night that... I dontk now, pissed you off or upset you or what ever. I didnt mean it. Im really not a bad guy, I swear. Im just kind of an idiot sometimes. I talk before ithink and I have a tendency to act like Im 8,l adn ...." he trailed off realising once again he was rambling. He sighed.l "Im sorry." he turned back around and started to pick at his fingers.
Patrick: Patrick slumped his head into his hands and wanted to die. 'Pull yourself together, Stump! This poor kid thinks it's his fault.' "It's not..." He sighed loudly. "It's not you, it's me." Oh God, now he's talking in cliches. "I mean, I'm an idiot and I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I just... I sort of freaked out and I didn't know what to do, so I ran away. Which, yeah, that was not a good idea. I know that..."
Mikey: Mikey turned and looked at patrick again. "Why'd you freak out?" he was so curious and confused and didnt know why this guy would have gotten freaked out by him. "Did I do something?"
Patrick: "NO!" Patrick takes of his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. He wonders if it will be easier to talk if Mikey doesn't look like Mikey but just some fuzzy blob in the corner of a jammed elevator. "No. You were... great. I mean, you bought the entire supply of freaking pumpkin bars, I sort of want to worship you for that..." He's glad it's somewhat dark under the emergency lights so maybe Mikey can't tell he's blushing. "I think I was just really tired or... I don't know. What I do know is that it was way easier for me to talk to you than anyone else I've met and... then I freaked out and left. And if I made you feel like you had something to do with that, then I feel like an even bigger asshole."
Mikey: Mikey bit on his bottom lip. "Dude, you're not an ass, I promise. As for the worshiping me stuff? Yeah, not so much. Im nothing special to worship. I just happen to know that they had excellent pumpkin bars there." he smiled, blushing a little. "But I gotta say if you think your moms are better then my skydiving grandmas you gotta proove it."
Patrick: Patrick thows a piece of lint from the pocket of his hoodie in Mikey's direction. "I didn't say I was actually going to worship you. Don't worry. I'm totally over it now." He put his glasses back on and grinned to himself. "And your grandmother is officially on notice."
Mikey: Mikey rolled his eyes. "Back to the snarky self I see... Guess you got over whatever it was that crawled up your ass then?" he gigled and pressed his own glasses up on his face. "So do you hate your glasses?"
Patrick: Patrick shrugged. " I figure if you're letting me off the hook that easy, I might as well let myself off too. It's a lot more amusing to me to give you a hard time than to give myself a hard time." He gestured to his glasses. "Why would I hate them? Do you think I should hate them? Do you hate them?" He laughed. "They're a pain in the ass but putting in my contacts involves touching my eyeball. Plus, the glasses come in handy if I want to take them off so as not to be able to see anyone I don't want to see."
Mikey: "So thats why you took them off a minute ago. You didnt want to see me. Nice. I know im nothing special to look at, but man, am I really that hard on the eyes?" he pretended to be heartbroken and collapse on the floor of the elevator. "You broke my heart, I think Im dying. Way to go Patrick. You killed a man..."
Patrick: Patrick made a half-hearted attempt to kick Mickey. "Dude, you have some serious issues." Patrick laughs at the fake drama, such a nice change over the drama he created in his head over the last day. "Now think for a minute about how I feel walking around this place..."
Mikey: Mikey was still laying on the floor, stretching out, and making himself comfortable. "Uh... how do you feel when you walk around here?" he totally didnt understand anything that could be bothering Patrick about this building. "Are people mean to you? Ill beat them up if you want."
Patrick: Patrick laughed so hard he had to hold his belly. "You? Beat people up? Really..." He coughed a couple of times. "No, no one's mean to me. It's just... you know." He gestured to his body. "Everyone here is like this big." He held his fingers two inches apart for emphasis. "And then there's me. I mean, don't get me wrong. I don't have a problem with the way I look, but I know you skinny boys, and you're all a bunch of bitches because your always hungry. So, I'm sure someone will be like, 'Who's Patrick? Oh, you mean the fat guy?'" He pulled his knees up close to his chest and shrugged.
Mikey: Mikey's jaw dropped. "Shut up right now." He hated it when people put themselves down like that. "First off... you are so not fat, I dont know what the hell you are talkiong about. Yeah, some of the people in this building, me included, look like we porbably need to eat a sandwich, but I guarantee that you offer me one, Ill eat 3." he sighed a little. "Its not like I can help it or anything. My brother Gee tells me that I look like Ill break all the time, actually tried to break me once. Didnt accomplish his goal, but did break 6 ribs." He shrugged. Secondly, I dont know anyone around here that Ive met who is a bitch because they dont eat. If you know of one, let me know, Ill kick their ass. THats not cool. I love food. Eat it all the time. Ask my brother. If we ever get out of here that is. And thirdly, I so could kick your ass. I might be wirey, but watch out when ive got my temper. Im not one to cdross. Im italian." he nodded.
Patrick: Patrick put his hands up to stop the onslaught of words. "Okay, okay! Dude, sorry! I didn't mean you specifically. I know you can eat. I saw you putting down pumpkin bars last night, remember?" Patrick frowned. "I shouldn't generalize like that. It's just as bad as someone labeling me as fat. I apologize. But I'm pretty sure there is no way you could take me in a fight. You'd probably get a few good shots in, but in the end, I'd be victorious." He smirked at Mikey. "Us Irish are some badass fuckers too."
Mikey: "Psht. Its on now. You me, celebrity death match style. Claymatiion versions of us and all that shit." he let out a giggle. "And my manly points just went out the window. Nice. THanks." he smirked at Patrick. "You just wish you were tough. I bet you cave like a girl. Never heard of an irish mafia, did ya?" he laughed and sat up, significantly closer to patrick from his rolling on the floor.
Patrick: "Ahem. Just because I ran away from you last night, it does not in any way mean I am weak." Patrick folded his arms across his chest and did his best to seem tough and not at all flustered by Mikey's slight encroachment. "And there in fact was an Irish mafia. Of coure, it refered to a group of actors popular in the 30s, 40s, and 50s, but still!" Patrick lifted his chin to show his obvious superiority.
Mikey: "Italian Mob could totally kick those actors asses any day of the weak. You just wanna seem all tough. I think you have little man syndrom." he giggled again. "I think we need to do a celebrity death match fight man. Winner take all." he nodded, pulling his legs into his chest tightly, and wrapping his arms around them, resting his head on his knees. He looked really small and vulnerable when he did this.
Patrick: Patrick's heart leapt a little when he looked at Mikey, so tiny and so close. He contemplated taking Mikey up on his offer and hitting him, partly to touch him again and partly to push him away. "Dude, did you just call me little? That is better than calling me fat how exactly?" He raised an eyebrow and tried to keep his eyes focused on Mikey's eyes.
Mikey: Mikey laughed again. "Dude. Its called little mans syndrom. Not only little men get it. Its like you think your all tough and shit and over compensate for their size. You know the ones who drive the expensive gigantic cars to make up for something. People do it with toughness too." he couldnt help but laugh more. "You are so defensive. I bet you wanna punch me now, dont you?" he smirked.
Patrick: Patrick felt the blush come fast across his face and up to the top of his ears. Shit! He reminded himself that Mikey couldn't actually hear his heart pounding, even if it felt like that. "Uh, no. If I did that, would't it just be playing into your theory that I'm overcompensating? And I am totally secure in my, uh, toughness. There is absolutely nothing little about me." As his words sunk in, he dropped his head slighly. Christ, did he just say something about his dick. He really wished he could get the hell out of the elevator.
Mikey: Mikey laughed loudly. "Dude, are you totally coming on to me?" he laughed harder. "Totally kidding. But seriously, you are funny. Totally speak before you think. I love it!" he shook his head, smiling brightly at Patrick. Totally sensing his embarrassment, Mikey cdhanged the subject. "Okay, so we're stuck in the elevator for an undetermined amount of time, lets play 20 questions to get to know one another."
Patrick: "The kind where I think of an object and you have to try to guess it in 20 questions or less?" Patrick liked games, but this seemed a little out of left field.
Mikey: "Not really, more like I ask you 20 questions about you and you ask 20 about me." he smiled. the other version was fun, but this one seemed a little more appropriate for the setting and the people involved.
Patrick: Patrick opened his eyes wide. "Oh! Right! Sorry, my brain's sort of..." He waves his hand to dismiss the rest of the statement. Truth is, his brain has stopped working in anticipation of what questions he's going to be asked. "Um, go ahead..."
Mikey: Mikey nodded, figuring he would be going first. "Taking turns okay with you?" he asked softly.
patrick: Again with the racing heartbeat. Patrick nodded.
Mikey: "Alright Patrick. Here's a hard one... you ready for it?" mikey giggled. He liked teasing Patrick, it was funny to watch. "Where'd you grow up?"
Patrick: Patrick exhaled. He wasn't expecting it, but he was grateful to be thrown a softball. "Glenville, here in Chicago. Um, you?"
Mikey: "Belleville, New Jersey. Surprised you didnt pick up on my accent. Everyone else has." he laughed
Patrick: Patrick shrugs. He was too hung up on other details to notice an accent.
Mikey: "You're turn. What are you going to throw at me now? Im shaking...." he giggled. and brushed his hair out of his face and behind his ears.
Patrick: "What? I thought you'd count the one about where you lived. You know, I get like twice as many questions if I make you answer you're own." He grinned at this, having some sense of power and control in this situation. "Ok then... Why did you move to Chicago?"
Mikey: Mikey rubbed his face. "Well, honestly, I came here with my brother. He's one of those tortured artists and wanted to move away, somewhere he could start fresh, get away from home. I came with him because he's my best friend. And someone needs to take care of him. I need to make sure he's okay and stuff." mikey leaned his cheek on his knees. "I may be the little brother, but in a lot of ways, I'm the older. I make sure he can do what he wants nad we can still survive." this was a lot more personal then he thought he was going to get with Patrick, but he didnt mind. He found himself wanting Patrick to know more about him.
Patrick: Patrick nodded. "Family's important. You're fortunate you have each other like that." He gazed at Mikey, folded over upon himself. "It's kind of warm in here..." He slipped his hoodie off, balled it up and used it as a cushion for his back. Stretching his legs out in front of him, he leaned ever so imperceptibly closer to Mikey. "You're turn."
Mikey: Mikey thought for a minute. "How old are you?"
Patrick: "23. How old are you?" Patrick grinned.
Mikey: "Im 21. I turn 22 in September." he smiled. "Your turn."
Patrick: Patrick absentmindedly stroked his sideburn with his right hand. "Where do you work?"
Mikey: Mikey noticed he was stroking his sidebuns. "Do you often stroke your own chops?" he asked completely curious. "And I work at a hotel. Front desk manager. I pretty much run the show there most of the time. You?"
Patrick: Patrick put his hand down. "Oh, I hadn't really noticed... I probably do it all the time." He folded his hands in front of him. "I work at a recording studio. Set up and run the equipment, the mikes, check the accoustics... that sort of thing."
Mikey: Mikey smiled. "So you're pretty much a music freak then, huh?" he laughed lightly. "I'm totally kidding you know, Im just giving you shit." He stretched out a little his shirt rode up slightly on his stomach revealing some skin.
Patrick: Patrick tried to casually glance at Mikey's stomach, now visible. "So is that your question?" He cocked one eyebrow.
Mikey: Mikey closed his eyes, scrunching up his face. "Well, Okay. That can be my question." Mikey took off his glasses and rubbed his nose.
Patrick: Patrick leaned over and lightly punched Mikey in the arm. "Fine. Any tattoos?"
Mikey: "Ow, man, that's gonna leave a bruise. Im so telling people you beat me for no reason." he pretended to sob. "Ha! Okay. I do not have any tattoos. I bet you have one on your ass though. Girlfriends name. NO! EX-girlfriend's name!" he couldnt help but laugh and stretch his legs out, leaning back to lay on the floor again.
Patrick: "And you're going to take me in a fight?" Patrick rolled his eyes. "No, no tattoos, sorry to disappoint. No ex-girlfriends, either..." Now why did he go an volunteer that?
Mikey: Mikey lifted his head up. "No ex girlfriends? Like ever? Interesting..." he leaned his head back down onto the floor and put his hands on his stomach. "My turn then, huh? Well... Uh.... So, no girlfriends, does that mean there's boyfriends?" he asked his voice going up just a little at the end.
Patrick: Patrick choked on his own breath. He didn't want to and he hated himself for it, but there it was. He coughed violently and looked at the floor. "Uh, no. No relationships." He probably should have just lied. Or not volunteered about the girlfriend thing to begin with.
Mikey: Mikey sat up on his elbows, looking at Patrick curiously. "None? Like at all? ever???? " this surprised Mikey because Patrick certainly wasnt bad looking, and he was extremely nice. he wondered which gender Patrick prefered. But he didnt know if that was something he could honestly ask Patrick, after only meeting him twice.
Patrick: Patrick rolled onto the floor and pulled the bill of his hat down over his eyes. "No. It's just one of those things... But, I've.. ya know... done stuff."
Mikey: Mikey smirked. "Stuff? Stuff sounds very vague. Almost like you are purposely hiding things from me. I dont do well when people hide things from me." he smirked up to the ceiling. He chanced a glance at Patrick every few minutes, noting he was hiding behind his hat. "Do you hide behind that all the time?"
patrick: "It's all a prop to hide behind. The glasses, the hat, the chops, the layers of clothes, the extra weight. Is that what you want to hear, Dr. Phil?" He was aware his fingers were trembling ever so slighly. Very quietly he said, "I've had sex, okay? Do you want details? Cuz I don't usually share this information with anyone."
Mikey: Mikey let out a loud belly laugh. he lifted his legs and rolled onto his side, giving patrick a nice view of his ass. He laughed for a few more minutes before catching his breath and sitting up, moving next to Patrick. "So, as Dr. Phil, I say you need to lose this." and Mikey snatched the hat right off of Patrick's head, slipping it on his own.
Patrick: Oh fuck! Patrick curled into a ball and threw his arms up over his head, trying in vain to cover his head. He scooted up to Mikey and tried to grab his hat back with his right hand while covering his thinning hair with his left.
Mikey: Mikey watched as patrick practically groped him to get the hat back. "Wow. Never seen anyone so attached to a hat before." he giggled as he handed the hat back. "Didn't think it would be a big deal." he could tell patrick was very uncomfortable.
Patrick: Patrick put the hat over his head and ran his fingers back through his hair a couple of times before pushing the hat down securely. He looked at Mikey and frowned. "I honestly have no idea what I'm doing."
Mikey: Mikey looked at Patrick for a moment. "Doing with what? What are you talking about?" He was confused about that last comment. He watched as Patrick smoothed out his hair and figured he fucked up with that little move. Patrick probably wouldnt talk to him any more. "Im sorry..." he said as he moved over to the other side of the elevator leaning back against the wall.
Patrick: Patrick shook his head in disbelief of his complete and utter inability to communicate anything. He stated at Mikey. "In 8th grade, I played 7 minutes in heaven with Jeanie Fisher at a party. She bit my tongue and the whole thing was a disaster. In high school I took out a few girls, had some good night pecks, and even made it to third base with this girl Linda Smeltz, who everyone knew was easy. She put her hand down my pants and I stopped her and took her home. In college, I was at a party when I ended up making out with some guy in a bedroom. I have no idea what his name even was. After that I found some guys online and we hooked up. That's it. That's all." He kept staring at Mikey. "And I have no idea why I'm telling you any of this."
Mikey: As soon as Patrick started telling Mikey practically his life story, he lifted his head and stared right back. Why was Patrick telling him all of this? He didnt know. When patrick finished. He took a deep breath. "You didn't have to lay out your entire sexual history for me Patrick. Not like I asked for it." he let out a small chuckle. "So here's a question... which do you prefer?"
Patrick: "Dude! I just fucking came out to you! I know you didn't ask me to, and maybe it was unfair of me to drop all that on you, but I'm sick of not being able to share anything." Patrick sighed. Why was he so fucking weird around this guy? "If this elevator ever going to move??? Just forget everything I just said. It was weird and I'm being weird. The last 5 minutes never happened."
Mikey: Mikey ran a hand through his hair. "Actually you just now came out to me, Patrick. You told me before that you did things with girls AND guys. Could have liked both. Its happened before." he shrugged his shoulders a little. "And you dont need to be all weird and shit around me. I'm gay. Its okay. I guess Im just really good at making you uncomfortable. But if its any consellation, you can talk to me. I've been told, obviously not by my brothyer, but that's a different story, that I'm a pretty good listener." he sighed and leaned back against the wall of the elevator, not looking at Patrick in case he was nervous about things still.
Patrick: "Mikey, you don't make me uncomfortable. I make me uncomfortable. I've never told anyone I'm gay." He blinked hard at saying the words out loud. "I don't know why I thought it was okay to tell you, but I did and I don't regret it. What I regret is being all fucking angsty about it. So, sorry about that. Things are going well, I'm enjoying myself, and then the train goes off the fucking rails. Two nights in a row now. Sorry I can't just keep thinks light. I'm going to try to do that so I don't make you uncomfortable any more." Patrick looked at the ceiling. "Also, I'm really glad your gay." Patrick started giggling hysterically at the ridiculousness of his last statement.
Mikey: Mikey couldnt help but giggle along with Patrick. Giggling is contageous. Once they calmed down, Mikey took a deep breath. "Look. You arent making me uncomfortable. I just dont want you to be uncomfortable when you're around me. That's not cool. You need to just takie a deep breath. Breathe. And why exactly are you really glad Im gay?" he laughed because no one had ever told him they were glad he was gay.
Patrick: Patrick blushed and shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe because your hot? And it's way more fun if there's an outside chance that you could, you know... be with the person your....oogling, or whatever." Patrick smiled. "This is all so unlike me."
Mikey: Mikey just stared at Patrick. did this guy just tell me I was hot? Holy shit. Mikey absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair and tugged on his left ear lobe. He really had no idea what to say in this position. "I-uh.... I.... Ummmm...." he swallowed hard. "Wow." This was like information overload. He blinked a few times
Patrick: Patrick was amused. Was Mikey flustered? This is a first. "Again, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. No pressure or anything. I don't expect you to be into my or anything, I'm just trying to answer you honestly." Patrick was impressed that he was able to keep his voice calm and even.
Mikey: Mikey cleared his throat. "Umm... no, its not that at all, actually... Um..." he paused. He certainly did think Patrick was very cute. Certainly something he would be interested in seeing what happened. "Well, I have to say, this is a first. I have officially been hit on in an elevator. You took my elevator virginity, Patrick." he couldnt help but giggle.
Patrick: Patrick laughed and pulled his right arm back to signify a win. "Well, I can count on one hand the number of times I've left anyone speechless, so this is a victory for me all the way around." He thought for a moment. "I'm pretty sure taking your elevator virginity would actually require a more overt act..."
Mikey: Mikey laughed and smiled at Patrick, he thought it was hilarious that not only was patrick celebrating about making him speechless he was also talking about doing other things in an elevator with him. He liked Patrick. He could definately let his mind wander to things he could do with the boy with an angelic face. "Okay, so talking about doing things in an elevator totally ruins that angelic image I have of you."
Patrick: Patrick smirked. "Angelic, huh?" The smirk grew. "You think you know, but you have no idea..." God, where was all this coming from? Good think Mikey never asked him when he last got laid. Which reminded him. "So did my personal confession pretty much obliterate 20 questions?"
Mikey: Mikey's eyes rose wide. Patrick was very forward. This was different then Mikey was used to, was fun. He certainly liked it. But his conscience was feeling a little guilty. He cleared his throat. "And I totally think you are angelic. You think differently? Id like to know why you thikn that way..." he winkede at Patrick.
Patrick: "I think a lot of things, and none of them make me very angelic." Patrick's smile was wide and open. This was like taking a 23 year weight off his shoulders.
Mikey: "Ohhhh!" Mikey laughed, eyes narrowing. "That sounds very provocative. You are so very very naughty now. You say this isnt like you, but... this is also all I know. So as we become friends and whatever, This is what Im going to expect form you, you know this, right?" he smirked at Patrick, still trying to tfigure him out.
Patrick: "So we're going to be friends then?" Patrick was pleased. He liked hanging out with Mikey. "You mean we don't have to ignore each other in elevators until they break down anymore? Cuz this is really cutting into my time quite a bit, and I would hate to have to do this on a regular basis." Patrick stuck his tongue out at Mikey. "You just want me to buy you that coffee I owe you."
Mikey: "True. I do just want that coffee. You figured me out!" He started laughing, moving closer to the center of the elevator and closer to Patrick. "But even after all the coffee, I do think Id like to be friends with you. Is that okay? I mean, Id say we could go out and have seedy dirty sex in an alley but I think My boyfriend might have an issue with that." Mikey shrugged his shoulders. "Unless you want to talk to him and see if he approves." Mikey smirked at Patrick, hoping he didnt get weird when he found he was seeing someone.
Patrick: Patrick's a little disappointed to hear Mikey has a boyfriend. He hopes his face doesn't betray it. He grins, "You know, I might not be angelic, but I'm not a total slut either, so I think I'll take a pass on the seedy sex... for now."
Mikey: "For now, huh? Might have to remember that." he winked and pushed on Patrick's shoulder. "You are gong to have to work really hard to prove you arent angelic." Mikey was glad that Patrick wasn't acting weird about this. He was enjoying time with Patrick and he liked this kid. He was attracted to him, and he thought maybe if hewas friends with Patrick something coulld happen in the future.
Patrick Patrick's flesh remained warm where Mikey had touched him. He sighed a little and figured that it might not be the easiest thing in the world to be 'just friends' it was probably worth it if the guy in question could somehow move you to unload the biggest secret you'd ever carried. He was hardly surprised that Mikey was taken, Oh well, he figured unrequited crushes could still be fun. "Hey, despite the ridiculousness of being stuck in a box for 3 hours, I've had a good time. Well, aside from my freaking out and all that."
Mikey Mikey smiled and shook his head. "Completely forgotten. I dont remember any freak outs." He grinned. "I've had a ton of fun. its not often I meet someone who I can harass with, flirt with and be friends with all in an elevator. Besides, we bonded over pumkin squares, remember?" He raised an eyebrow at Patrick.
Patrick: "Did you expect me to forget the my mom can kick your grandma's ass? Not likely, Mikey." Patrick smiled.
Mikey: "In your dreams, man, in your dreams. You totally ae gonna lose, mr wanna be irish actor mobster" He smiled, genuinely happy spending time with Patrick. The elevator lurched and the lights came on. Mikey couldnt help but be a little sad. He was enjoying his time with Patrick but could only hope that they would get to see one another again soon.
Patrick: Something was going to happen in Patrick's dreams, but it wouldn't likely be about pumpkin bars, as much as he loved them. Patrick gave a feeble smile. "Thank God we're getting out of here, huh? Um, let me know when you want to go for that coffee. Unless I run into you down there first."
Mikey: Mikey smiled. "How about tomorrow? About this time? We could meet in another elevator..." he winked. The door opened on the first floor. Mikey sighed loudly. "So Id like it if we got to hang out again. Like soon." He honestly hoped Patrick wanted to. He really wanted to keep in touch, be friends with Patrick.
Patrick: "Absolutley." He tried to quell the excitement in his stomach. "I'll look for you tomorrow." Patrick tried to remember what he had even been doing in the elevator to begin with. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his grocery list. The store was closed by now. He figured he should just go back to his apartent. He looked at the elevator a moment and decided to take the stairs.
Mikey: Mikey walked out of the building and across the street. He certainly needed coffee at this point and needed to think. This hac been one interesting evening and he definately had some things to mull over. But he was certain he had a wonderful friend who... well, who knows if it would be more, who he was looking forward to spending time with very soon.

Michelle Clarence

2008-08-23T04:17:23Z

Name: Michelle Clarence
Age: 18 - 24 - Although can be played in a high school setting.
Location: Tennessee
Orientation: straight
AIM: chellyclare
Currently Plays in: just left artsacademy

Background: She grew up in a family farm in a small town in Tennessee and is the youngest of 6, all older brothers. Her oldest brother - Hunter - is actually the one shes closest to, and he is kind of protective over her, although when she was 17, she found out he was gay, so her whole world was turned upside down, because she had always been taught that gay was bad. Shes still learning, but supports her brother and his relationships, and is more open to it then she was years ago. Her whole life she was home schooled (unless its a HS setting then she goes to the HS to finish school off) with all her brothers and then on her own for her last 2 years when her brothers all went off and either worked on other farms, went to college, or got married. The way I usually play her is that when she took her GED and "graduated" she wanted to go somewhere to be on her own. She writes songs, doesnt have any aspirations to be a musician although she does have a great voice, she doesnt like to be the center of attention. She wants to be a Vet one day, if her music writing doesnt pan out, and is usually either going to school for it or is already a Vet.

RP Example:
b>Michelle</b>: Michelle nodded and laughed. "Alright. Do you have class tonight? or this afternoon, I mean?" She wondered if she had time to make herself pretty for that night. "And, I dont really know what there is to do. I mean, if you dont want to, we dont have to. I just.... I just think we could have fun being somewhere other then on camp. I know you and the rest of the councelors go into town... so, I thought it would be fun." she shrugged her shoulders, not having an agenda, just an idea.
Jeremiah: "I've got a class in about half an hour, but that's my last for the day," he said. "And no, we can go. I was just wandering what was ticking around in that pretty little head of yours." They continued to walk back up the trail, other campers passing by them on their way to and from classes. "There are plenty of things to do. Clubs, restaurants, there's a movie theater. It's not like a proper city, but it gets us by every summer," he said jokingly. "So whatever you wanna do, just choose." he finished saying as they arrived in front of Jere's teaching cabin.
Michelle: Michelle bent down, picking up her bag, guitar and her scattered notes. She put everything in the bag and smiled. "Well, do you need me to leave you alone while you get ready for class? I can go make myself pretty if you want me to." she blushed. "And... we could just do dinner and walk through town... or go to a movie. I like surprises."
Jeremiah: "Not unless you want to." he said, standing where he had stopped to watch her pack up her things. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and tilted one of feet on its side. "It doesn't take me long to get stuff together for the classes. And anyways, this one's for the younger campers, so it's a bit easier." he finished saying. He walked around her to the steps leading up to the cabin. "And alright then, I'll surprise you."
Michelle: Michelle followed him and set hher things at the door way and sat on one of the desks, kicking her feet in the air. She smiled a litttle, and swiped her hair from one side of her body to the other and tthen looked at the floor. "You're pretty cute, you know." she winked.
Jeremiah Jere was standing at his desk, back turned to Michelle. He stopped what he was doing when she spoke, and held back a laugh. He turned slightly and continued getting papers ready. "Thanks," he said. "You're not too bad looking yourself, either." He teased back at her and he turned back around and went behind his desk, not looking up at her.
Michelle: Michelle watched him look at her then walk to his desk and not look at her. She waited a few moments then sighed softly. She hopped herself off of the desk and nodded a little. "Well, okay. I... I guess we should... I mean, okay. I can just go get ready then." she shrugged, seeing that he seemed tto want to be alone and picked up her things. She stood in the door for a minute. "Ill see you in a while then?" she asked, giving him one last smile. "Have a good class baby." and she tturned, walking out of the door and went to her cabin.
Jeremiah:Jeremiah was just about to turn around and go to her to kiss her goodbye when she quickly went out of the cabin. He turned to watch her leave to go back to her own cabin, and he stood there for a minute, a little confused, before going back over to his desk. He sat down on the edge of it and replayed what just happened in his head, wondering what he did wrong. He sat like that until students started to come in for the next lesson and he shook himself free of the past thoughts, looking forward to what was going to go on tonight.
Michelle: Michelle went to her room then decided to get ready, slipping into a simple white dress with a brown shoulder sweater and let her hair flow down her back. She didnt have much make up with her, but put a little on and grinned. She looked in the mirror and nodded. She slipped on a pair of white espadrilles and tied them around her feet and sat on her bed, waiting for Jere to be ready.
Jeremiah:The class Jere was teaching at the current moment felt like it was dragging on and on for hours. Every chance he could get he glanced at the clock on the wall, but only a few minutes had passed. He finished teaching, then went around to do homework, and eventually time had fully passed and it was finally the end of his last lesson of the day. He sighed contently as he watched the students leave the cabin and after quickly arranging stuff on his desk nicely, he was off to his cabin to change. He decided to keep his jeans on, but changed into a nicer shirt and after grabbing his keys and wallet, he was out the door to Michelle's cabin.
Michelle: Michelle heard a small knock and she was thankful her roommates had left for the night and she stood up, grabbing her purse and walked out of the door. "Hey there handsome." she said soflty, grinning and bit on her bottom lip. She toed the ground a little and looked down, blushing.