Post by jason coilin wymund on Jun 19, 2010 21:29:34 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/CENTER]OOC NAME: Gina.
AGE: Twenty.
EXPERIENCE: On and off for about 4-5 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Shane checked the time after typing his last message. Almost five. He could not believe just how much of a waste this day had been so far. Ok, so they’d been spent a lot of time on set last night and he’d come home pretty late, but he was usually quick to get up and do something, not really one to get, well, bored. Luckily he wasn’t the only one. The actor looked up as the IM icon on his iMac started jumping, craving attention. Can’t wait (; Shane smiled. He actually enjoyed spending time with Maree, despite the fact that she possessed a lot of the qualities a usually wasn’t all too fond of in people. She had a strong personality, to say the least, and he admired that. Still, while he was a people-person, he found her very hard to read. A lot of the time she left him feeling confused, not really knowing what to say, or do, for that matter. God knows how many times she’d hinted that she thought he looked good, hinted being a severe understatement. There was nothing subtle about this girl at all, which, even though he should probably be used to it by now, never ceased to surprise and amuse him. Then again, he couldn’t really tell weather she actually meant it all or if she just talked to everyone like that. If he were to believe the gossip, he’d have to go for the last one.
Turning off the computer, the young man spent the next few minutes cleaning away the mess that had been gradually piling at the living room table before taking his time getting ready to head out. When Shane first came here, he’d been determined not to get rid of his car. He’d only just gotten it, hadn’t even got his licence yet but used it for test-driving with his parents. It was an all black, old Mustang, and it had practically been the love of his life at the time. New York, however, didn’t seem to like it as much. He’d spend more time in traffic than he would have used walking to his destination, and then there was the fact that if he ever got there, he’d spend the same amount of time waiting for a place to park. Reluctantly, after about three years, he sold it to a friend back in Palm Springs, who promised to take good care of it and that if he should ever need it again, he could have it back. As Shane waved over the most ordinary-looking taxi he could spot, he couldn’t help but thinking: I’d like my car back now.
The driver eyed him in the rear view mirror. “Plaza. Take your time.” he said, seeing as he was already a little early. He didn’t mind waiting though, if he had to. He remembered staying at the Plaza for a while before getting his own place here. He would have bought one in California, had it not been for the fact that his whole family now lived here and it was a little more central. He still had to travel a lot though, and while he could definitely afford permanently living at the Plaza if he wanted to, his apartment was a welcoming break from all the other hotel rooms he saw. He was currently considering whether or not he should buy a house out in the Hamptons, where he could actually have car and get to drive it. Cars had always been a great interest. As a kid he wanted to be a mechanic. Now he could play a mechanic instead.
Fishing out his phone, he scrolled down to Maree’s number, tapping ´call´as they rounded the corner and pulled up in front of the hotel. He gave the driver a couple of bucks extra, gesturing for him to wait as he got out and headed for the hotel lobby. Maree picked up in the other end. “Hey you, it’s me. I’m down in the lobby. I’ll wait for you, kay?”
Turning off the computer, the young man spent the next few minutes cleaning away the mess that had been gradually piling at the living room table before taking his time getting ready to head out. When Shane first came here, he’d been determined not to get rid of his car. He’d only just gotten it, hadn’t even got his licence yet but used it for test-driving with his parents. It was an all black, old Mustang, and it had practically been the love of his life at the time. New York, however, didn’t seem to like it as much. He’d spend more time in traffic than he would have used walking to his destination, and then there was the fact that if he ever got there, he’d spend the same amount of time waiting for a place to park. Reluctantly, after about three years, he sold it to a friend back in Palm Springs, who promised to take good care of it and that if he should ever need it again, he could have it back. As Shane waved over the most ordinary-looking taxi he could spot, he couldn’t help but thinking: I’d like my car back now.
The driver eyed him in the rear view mirror. “Plaza. Take your time.” he said, seeing as he was already a little early. He didn’t mind waiting though, if he had to. He remembered staying at the Plaza for a while before getting his own place here. He would have bought one in California, had it not been for the fact that his whole family now lived here and it was a little more central. He still had to travel a lot though, and while he could definitely afford permanently living at the Plaza if he wanted to, his apartment was a welcoming break from all the other hotel rooms he saw. He was currently considering whether or not he should buy a house out in the Hamptons, where he could actually have car and get to drive it. Cars had always been a great interest. As a kid he wanted to be a mechanic. Now he could play a mechanic instead.
Fishing out his phone, he scrolled down to Maree’s number, tapping ´call´as they rounded the corner and pulled up in front of the hotel. He gave the driver a couple of bucks extra, gesturing for him to wait as he got out and headed for the hotel lobby. Maree picked up in the other end. “Hey you, it’s me. I’m down in the lobby. I’ll wait for you, kay?”
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