Post by lou on Jun 29, 2010 19:52:45 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: lou
AGE: eighteen
EXPERIENCE: a few years, this would be my first harry potter site, though
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
tara didn't like the east coast. at least, not in the winter. okay, not the entire east coast. only the northern half of it. and it wasn't the people. she was sure that plenty of good people lived in that part of the country. their fan base even stretched clear across the country, each crowd from each night that they'd played had proven to be remarkable to say the least. but that part of the country, the entire northern half, actually, just wasn't her favorite. the only reasoning behind this decision was the fact that she hated the cold. she couldn't stand the cold. she didn't like running around with multiple layers one, removing and replacing them all as her day continued on. see, she'd wake up freezing, a limb poking out from under her blanket, or maybe it was the sudden absence of another body that made it happen. it made her pile on the layers, though. undershirts, t-shirts (which she had learned to be the smarter choice as compared to a long-sleeved shirt) a sweatshirt, and maybe even a coat over that before she made the adventure from the bus to her destination, be it a venue, a radio station, or somewhere to eat. she wore hats, thicker jeans, warmer sock and just avoided canvas shoes in general. and then, once she got around to moving and all, they'd start to shed everywhere, taking her back to the t-shirt or even the undershirt come performance time. thing was, she couldn't really do that with her shoes and pants. the pants were, you know, pants. too snug to hide anything under, and she was used to how they'd cling to her every curve. and running around barefoot in a venue was just disgusting and terrible for feet support. tara didn't like sweating that much. she didn't like the freezing cold, either. she didn't like that she couldn't wear dresses and the likes that much in it. well, she could. but to be honest, she wasn't that dedicated.
it wasn't much help that her phone had vibrated in the seat of her jeans, just as she was about to sit down for a late afternoon lunch. there wasn't anything interesting in the bus, so she'd gone through the whole layer routine and walked herself across the street to a chinese restaurant that she'd been eying ever since the bus had stopped and she took the time to look around. just after she'd returned, feet cold from the dirty slush covering the ground and hands grasping the box of food tightly to provide warmth to her fingers. what a little california baby. just after she opened the box of lo mien and a fork and was ready to eat, only seconds after she'd placed herself cozily in the corner of the couch that she was usually found in, but before she could turn on the television to keep her hungry, that was when her phone went off. and, of course, it was after she'd had the chance to mutter a few choice profanities that she answered it. of course she had to answer it. she couldn't just ignore a call from home. it was her mother, even. ignoring that call would lead to a slew of questions that she probably didn't want to bother to answer. "taryn," she rasped with her low, cigarette voice, "i was beginning to think that wouldn't pick up," of course, that was nearly how every conversation they had over the phone started. that woman was the only one she knew that still called her 'taryn.' and, just like every other conversation, her mother did most of the talking. updates and all. she complained about how the sky had been overcast for the past few days, teasing with the aspect of rain that never really fell (which made tara grit her teeth, of course. she'd kill for weather like that), about how her grandmother still refused to move to a retirement community, about how her mother couldn't find a place suitable enough for the senile old woman, anyways. she spoke of colleagues that she assumed that tara remembered, and complained about the layout of the current issue of her magazine. and, of course, she placed in the typical, "it's quiet here without you" and finished with, "well, i was just thinking about you so i thought i'd call." then, ten minutes later, she let her daughter speak, only to be interrupted by rapid-fire interrogation.
first she'd noticed that tara's voice was a little hoarse, now that she'd had the chance to fully listen to it, and questioned that. it was only a cold. she was on vocal rest and that was why she was speaking so quietly. yes, that happened a lot on tour. no, the cold can't make you sick. yes, she was treating it. yes, she was fine. she was sure she was fine. positive that she was fine. sure she'd make some tea to help to soothe it (though she left out a sarcastic remark there, because she had a mug of tea on a daily basis.) yes, she was coping. yes, she was eating. yes, her clothes were holding up just fine. of course she missed home. of course she'd visit when they were close enough to home. no, sending a care pack wasn't necessary. she didn't even know how she'd get it. tour was going fine. yes, the guys were bearable. no, they weren't perfect gentlemen. no, it's all just fine. she wasn't sure what her mother expected from those guys, anyways. of course she was still writing in her journal. she was always writing in her journal. sure, a web cam session sounded like a great idea, when she had time. yes, her hair was back to being ginger. no, it wasn't going to fall out. yes, she knew for a fact that it wouldn't fall out. on and on, question after question. tara had actually thought for a few seconds that she had made it out of the conversation safely until her mother brought up what seemed to be her favorite topic of them all. "so, anyone new in your life that i should know about?" by 'anyone new' her mother never meant a new companion. it was a reoccurring question that started towards the end of the past summer. right after she became newly single. the woman was secretly tickled when she'd been informed of her daughter's break-up with "that boy." "that boy," was usually what she called him. he'd earned "that boy" after the amount of trouble that he had apparently gotten her into. skipping school to spend time with him, lying about where she was to spend time with him. as far as her mother was concerned, "that boy" was a huge portion as to why tara didn't continue on to college like both parents had urged her to. she'd answered no to that question, and left it at that. because, as far as she was concerned, that wasn't a lie. "that boy" wasn't new, he'd been there for awhile. and, as a matter of fact, just as their conversation came to an end, "that boy" walked through the door.
besides, in the time that it had taken for her to pry herself into his mind, make it and linger, cheyenne found herself growing fonder of him. it was like meeting a new person all-together. instead of that quiet, forlorn figure, she started to notice all kinds of things. his posture, and how it wasn't exactly open to the world. how easily he could fade away from the world if he didn't move or speak. how, even though he usually straightened his hair, sometimes he'd miss a chunk, or as the day went on, part of it used to curl up anyways. the tone of his voice and how his voice wasn't very loud at all. how sometimes his gaze could burn holes right into her retinas, other times how they could look so tired and sad, as though they'd seen too much and needed rest. or now, how they glistened in the city lights in the moment that he looked at her. and in that moment, she offered him a smile, reassuring and sincere, quickly enough for him to see it before he'd looked away like she'd assumed that he would. nothing too huge or extravagant, it was just slight, not teeth-baring. kind, as understanding as she could manage without making it seem too fake. because, of course she had no idea as of why he was crying. it was an odd situation to walk into to say at the very least. but she wasn't about to judge or take him down for it. because, when it came to blake, she'd realized, the touch exterior seemed to cover something just as delicate as she seemed to be.
shooting a smile at him and placing her box of food between her knees so she could quickly wave, that was how she greeted felix. then her index finger shot up to her lips to keep him silent. no more questioning, she really only wanted to eat her noodles. "yeah, mom, i love you too. hey, i gotta go. i'm gonna be late for an interview. okay bye," quickly then, hardly comprehensible, she rushed through that and pressed the end button, then silenced her phone and gave it a gentle toss across the couch. no more of that. then her eyes drifted back to the figure, her company, narrowing. "i had to lie, okay? she wouldn't shut up and i'm so hungry," she shot in possibly useless defense, then dug her fork back into the box, gave it a quick twirl and took a mouthful of the chinese deliciousness. well, the now cold chinese deliciousness. "ugh." she frowned. "nearly half an hour on the phone with that woman, and most of the conversation was about her."
it wasn't much help that her phone had vibrated in the seat of her jeans, just as she was about to sit down for a late afternoon lunch. there wasn't anything interesting in the bus, so she'd gone through the whole layer routine and walked herself across the street to a chinese restaurant that she'd been eying ever since the bus had stopped and she took the time to look around. just after she'd returned, feet cold from the dirty slush covering the ground and hands grasping the box of food tightly to provide warmth to her fingers. what a little california baby. just after she opened the box of lo mien and a fork and was ready to eat, only seconds after she'd placed herself cozily in the corner of the couch that she was usually found in, but before she could turn on the television to keep her hungry, that was when her phone went off. and, of course, it was after she'd had the chance to mutter a few choice profanities that she answered it. of course she had to answer it. she couldn't just ignore a call from home. it was her mother, even. ignoring that call would lead to a slew of questions that she probably didn't want to bother to answer. "taryn," she rasped with her low, cigarette voice, "i was beginning to think that wouldn't pick up," of course, that was nearly how every conversation they had over the phone started. that woman was the only one she knew that still called her 'taryn.' and, just like every other conversation, her mother did most of the talking. updates and all. she complained about how the sky had been overcast for the past few days, teasing with the aspect of rain that never really fell (which made tara grit her teeth, of course. she'd kill for weather like that), about how her grandmother still refused to move to a retirement community, about how her mother couldn't find a place suitable enough for the senile old woman, anyways. she spoke of colleagues that she assumed that tara remembered, and complained about the layout of the current issue of her magazine. and, of course, she placed in the typical, "it's quiet here without you" and finished with, "well, i was just thinking about you so i thought i'd call." then, ten minutes later, she let her daughter speak, only to be interrupted by rapid-fire interrogation.
first she'd noticed that tara's voice was a little hoarse, now that she'd had the chance to fully listen to it, and questioned that. it was only a cold. she was on vocal rest and that was why she was speaking so quietly. yes, that happened a lot on tour. no, the cold can't make you sick. yes, she was treating it. yes, she was fine. she was sure she was fine. positive that she was fine. sure she'd make some tea to help to soothe it (though she left out a sarcastic remark there, because she had a mug of tea on a daily basis.) yes, she was coping. yes, she was eating. yes, her clothes were holding up just fine. of course she missed home. of course she'd visit when they were close enough to home. no, sending a care pack wasn't necessary. she didn't even know how she'd get it. tour was going fine. yes, the guys were bearable. no, they weren't perfect gentlemen. no, it's all just fine. she wasn't sure what her mother expected from those guys, anyways. of course she was still writing in her journal. she was always writing in her journal. sure, a web cam session sounded like a great idea, when she had time. yes, her hair was back to being ginger. no, it wasn't going to fall out. yes, she knew for a fact that it wouldn't fall out. on and on, question after question. tara had actually thought for a few seconds that she had made it out of the conversation safely until her mother brought up what seemed to be her favorite topic of them all. "so, anyone new in your life that i should know about?" by 'anyone new' her mother never meant a new companion. it was a reoccurring question that started towards the end of the past summer. right after she became newly single. the woman was secretly tickled when she'd been informed of her daughter's break-up with "that boy." "that boy," was usually what she called him. he'd earned "that boy" after the amount of trouble that he had apparently gotten her into. skipping school to spend time with him, lying about where she was to spend time with him. as far as her mother was concerned, "that boy" was a huge portion as to why tara didn't continue on to college like both parents had urged her to. she'd answered no to that question, and left it at that. because, as far as she was concerned, that wasn't a lie. "that boy" wasn't new, he'd been there for awhile. and, as a matter of fact, just as their conversation came to an end, "that boy" walked through the door.
besides, in the time that it had taken for her to pry herself into his mind, make it and linger, cheyenne found herself growing fonder of him. it was like meeting a new person all-together. instead of that quiet, forlorn figure, she started to notice all kinds of things. his posture, and how it wasn't exactly open to the world. how easily he could fade away from the world if he didn't move or speak. how, even though he usually straightened his hair, sometimes he'd miss a chunk, or as the day went on, part of it used to curl up anyways. the tone of his voice and how his voice wasn't very loud at all. how sometimes his gaze could burn holes right into her retinas, other times how they could look so tired and sad, as though they'd seen too much and needed rest. or now, how they glistened in the city lights in the moment that he looked at her. and in that moment, she offered him a smile, reassuring and sincere, quickly enough for him to see it before he'd looked away like she'd assumed that he would. nothing too huge or extravagant, it was just slight, not teeth-baring. kind, as understanding as she could manage without making it seem too fake. because, of course she had no idea as of why he was crying. it was an odd situation to walk into to say at the very least. but she wasn't about to judge or take him down for it. because, when it came to blake, she'd realized, the touch exterior seemed to cover something just as delicate as she seemed to be.
shooting a smile at him and placing her box of food between her knees so she could quickly wave, that was how she greeted felix. then her index finger shot up to her lips to keep him silent. no more questioning, she really only wanted to eat her noodles. "yeah, mom, i love you too. hey, i gotta go. i'm gonna be late for an interview. okay bye," quickly then, hardly comprehensible, she rushed through that and pressed the end button, then silenced her phone and gave it a gentle toss across the couch. no more of that. then her eyes drifted back to the figure, her company, narrowing. "i had to lie, okay? she wouldn't shut up and i'm so hungry," she shot in possibly useless defense, then dug her fork back into the box, gave it a quick twirl and took a mouthful of the chinese deliciousness. well, the now cold chinese deliciousness. "ugh." she frowned. "nearly half an hour on the phone with that woman, and most of the conversation was about her."
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