Post by evie camille whiteley-jones on Aug 26, 2010 15:42:41 GMT
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EVIE CAMILLE WHITELEY-JONES ,,
evie. sixteen. year eleven. heterosexual. elizabeth mclaughlin.
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"um... i think i'm rather bland, really. i like to dress up every now and then, and i have a penchant for glasses with huge frames. i almost never put make-up on, except for lipstick. i'm a vegetarian by choice, and allergic to bananas. i like to think of myself as a friendly person, but i'm a bit shy at first. i adore animals, volunteer at the local rspca and want to be a vet one day. i party often, and being giddy is brilliant but being pissed is, well, terrible. i smoke when out of family range, and not just tobacco. oops, i never said that. i think i'm good at languages, but anything to do with sports is my achilles's heel. and maths. i like biology too, even if it's not my best subject. oh, and just so you know, i hate bees. i really, really do."
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"well, my family is pretty small. it's me, my mum, my grandparents, their dog john - i know, who names a dog that? - and my cat louis. i may have half-siblings on my father's side. not really interested in finding out, though. "
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"i've lived here all my life, and i love it. some people think they're too good for the west country, but i reckon it's the other way round. "
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"right, my background. it's not that interesting, i assure you. my mum was sixteen when i was born, so was my dad from what she says. she couldn't support herself and a baby, so we lived at my grandparents' house until recently - it was only four years ago that we got our own house. my dad, you ask? haven't seen him since i was four, and frankly i don't care. it's been so long i only think of him as a dna donor, despite my having his surname (but at leasy i have my mum's too). still, i had a loving and happy childhood. i've always done decently at school, i mean, i almost certainly won't go to oxbridge but i've always passed my classes with no problems. i don't have many friends, seeing it as i find most of the school population gits, but maybe i'm just too picky. anyway, i do love my few mates, especially because they're all a bit silly, like me."
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so hey! i'm and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a [girl]. i've been rocking in this world for [twenty].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [three] years.
i'm a [girl]. i've been rocking in this world for [twenty].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [three] years.
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The sky's grim grey colour promised a dreary flood very soon, with the dark, swollen-looking clouds appearing ready to burst. The sun would hardly show its face that day. Himawari glanced with uncertinty at her front door, pondering going back to fetch an umbrella. With her luck, it would definitely start pouring when she was outside; on the other hand, it was a matter that shouldn't take long, so if she just hurried up... Don't count on it. If the papers got wet, her mother would make sure she never heard the end of it. Feeling defiant all of a sudden, the student folded the printed sheets and stuffed them inside the pocket of her lilac wool dress. They would be safe there. Probably.
Her boot-clad feet pitter-pattered along the pavement, making Tanpopo, who stood perched on his owner's shoulder, sway to and fro to keep his balance. The tiny bird, however, chirped joyfully, expressing his content for being out and about. "Pii!" Himawari chirped back. It wasn't that Tanpopo seemed to mind being cooped up indoors, but he was ever so much more vocal and energetic whenever he went outside. She raised a hand to scratch the soft, tiny head and received a flow chirrup in response. If it weren't for this little creature, her life would be a lot unhappier.
Literally a minute later, she had arrived at her destination. Now standing in front of a house only a few doors down from hers, she observed it carefully. When it had belonged to the Nakamura's, the small garden had been full of lush and exotic species; then, when the Ito's had come, there had been toys scattered everywhere and a few childish drawings on the walls. According to her mother, the house had been on the market for about three months, and it seemed a young woman around Hmawari's age had only very recently moved in. Being the kind and friendly homemaker she was, Mrs Kunogi had asked her daughter to deliver some of the neighbourhood association pamphlets to the new neighbour. Himawari would have rather stayed home watching TV - a lovely way to spend her college break -, but she acquiesced and, being a good girl, did as she was told.
It was far too early for the new neighbour to have imprinted her personality onto the house, and currently it looked quite non-descript, with the drawings and vegetation gone. Still, Himawari wondered what the woman was like. "We'll find out soon enough, right, Tanpopo?" she whispered, slightly excited at the prospect of making a new acquaintance. She fished the papers out of her pocket, unfolded them and then rang the doorbell, her face settling into a pleasant and polite expression.
Her boot-clad feet pitter-pattered along the pavement, making Tanpopo, who stood perched on his owner's shoulder, sway to and fro to keep his balance. The tiny bird, however, chirped joyfully, expressing his content for being out and about. "Pii!" Himawari chirped back. It wasn't that Tanpopo seemed to mind being cooped up indoors, but he was ever so much more vocal and energetic whenever he went outside. She raised a hand to scratch the soft, tiny head and received a flow chirrup in response. If it weren't for this little creature, her life would be a lot unhappier.
Literally a minute later, she had arrived at her destination. Now standing in front of a house only a few doors down from hers, she observed it carefully. When it had belonged to the Nakamura's, the small garden had been full of lush and exotic species; then, when the Ito's had come, there had been toys scattered everywhere and a few childish drawings on the walls. According to her mother, the house had been on the market for about three months, and it seemed a young woman around Hmawari's age had only very recently moved in. Being the kind and friendly homemaker she was, Mrs Kunogi had asked her daughter to deliver some of the neighbourhood association pamphlets to the new neighbour. Himawari would have rather stayed home watching TV - a lovely way to spend her college break -, but she acquiesced and, being a good girl, did as she was told.
It was far too early for the new neighbour to have imprinted her personality onto the house, and currently it looked quite non-descript, with the drawings and vegetation gone. Still, Himawari wondered what the woman was like. "We'll find out soon enough, right, Tanpopo?" she whispered, slightly excited at the prospect of making a new acquaintance. She fished the papers out of her pocket, unfolded them and then rang the doorbell, her face settling into a pleasant and polite expression.
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