Post by minnie on Jun 27, 2009 0:46:33 GMT -5
•MINNIE NICOLE BRANDON,
She's slammed fifteen shot glasses down
and whispered silently, kiss me slowly to my death.
I'm in this fight,
and I'm swinging and my arms are getting tired
It's hard, I'm trying to beat this emptiness
but I'm running out of time
I'm sinking in the sand,
and I can barely stand
I'm lost in this dream,
I need you to hold me
I'm scared of lonely
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-- august 12, 1993
-- fifteen years old
-- 104 pounds
-- 5'6"
-- brown
-- brown
-- one large scar on the right side of her stomach from having her appendix removed two years ago. and a beauty mark on the inner part of her left thigh
-- ears pierced five times, and one cartilage piercing on her left ear, and her navel is pierced. shiloh's name tattooed on her ankle in small script with a heart surrounding it. not many know of it. especially not her parents.
• SUSPECT,
loud, obnoxious, outgoing, sporty,
flirty, girly, kind, generous, talented, sometimes
bossy, hard time making decisions, slacks off
at times, but hard worker other times, not
afraid to stand up or herself, protective, hates
to stand out, independent
• PATTERN,
dancing, swimming, money, her cell phone,
boys, clothes, shopping, traveling, friends,
umm, boys, food, singing, white chocolate,
chicken, restaurants, her family, being older,
driving, partying, internet, talking, texting,
movies, music, games, heels, coffee,
carnivals, cotton candy, rides
• MOTIVE,
being told what to do, being alone, artichokes,
anyone who hurts her sister, drugs, cigarettes,
clowns, spiders, snakes, bugs, anything
gross, cleaning, pop
• FREEDOM,
dancing, singing, swimming, acting,
getting her way, shiloh, making excuses,
slacking off, but being on time, working
when necessary, driving
• HANDCUFFED,
shiloh, her dad, boys, parties,
alcohol, late nights, text sessions, being too
forgiving, letting people walk all over her, and
dancing to show others up, late night snacks
• JAIL TIME,
dancing, swimming, singing, acting,
shopping, texting, eating, driving, socializing,
partying, and drinking
• INVESTIGATION,
"well let's see, i'm the younger of two kids. younger by like, only minutes. mainly because my identical twin sister, shiloh pushed her way out and elbowed me in the face, i swear. that's just her style, really. anywho, we have lots of similarities, but it's fair to say our differences outweigh them. first off, we were born on august 12th, 1993 in birmingham, alabama. when our grandfather passed away when we were four years old, daddy inherited everything. which, in our case, was a hotel and casino in new york city. so moving here was the beginning of our good fortune. we've been spoiled ever since. i guess i've had it more than shiloh, mainly because i'm daddy's little girl, somehow. i suck up to our parents specifically for the fact that they trust me and will let me do and get away with just about anything. growing up was interesting enough. we were always popular in school, but i guess i was higher up than shiloh? i don't think she really minded. however, she's always had it more in with the boys than me, somehow. guess they found her less complicated. which is fine.
i'm very protective of my sister, but, i do have my own life. i work at the hotel and casino beside mom and daddy. though i can pretty much leave and dump my shift on anyone if i have something more important to do. i drive a lot, and scare the crap out of our drivers since they have to be in the car since we only have our permits yet. i love driving, i'm a talented dancer, singer and actress, i've never seen shiloh dance, i've heard her sing in the shower! and she's splendid, but i've been sworn to secrecy, aha. and she seriously can hold a major pokerface, so acting could probably be her profession if she wanted. but, dancing is my number one love with singing soon after that. i like to write as well, and i'm trying to get myself to have a bright future. anywho, i love boys, and i've dated a few. most of them have been assholes and have broken my heart, or they just weren't treating me right. anyways, we're sophomore's in high school. i'm a decent student, not the best, but i'm definitely one of the most popular. i don't let it get to my head all the time, and i'm not the bitchy kind. i'm actually very sweet, so i've been told. i have the most amazing sister and best friend ever. i love them both. oh, and like my sister, i'm not a country girl. i'm a city girl at heart, which is why i'd never move out of new york."
• PUBLICITY,
umm, i guess my secret would be that i'm a virgin despite what others think. i have feelings for my best friend, but i know he doesn't think of me that way, and think he deserves better than me.
you plus me, it equals better math
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Running through the forest while in wolf form was the time of the day that Damien kept most of his thoughts bottled up all nicely nestled inside. There was just something about knowing that his best friend, carter, could hear his thoughts that got him all riled up and he hated that the rest of the still growing pack could hear all as well. Growling at carter as he heard his friend thinking about his little sister, dame knew that carter loved his little sister, and he wouldn’t have dreamed of doing anything to be rude or hurt the girl. Grace was the only member of the Hendrix family that he hadn’t yet to meet, which seemed a little off, but never had bothered him. She was around his age moreso, despite the looking of being forever sixteen. Besides, she was adopted, so he wasn’t sure she’d be anything like carter. And the only reason carter and Damien clicked as well as they did was because of their few similarities. They seemed like the outsiders of the pack, and they were practically the only ones left you hadn’t imprinted. And thank god, carter felt the same way he did about the whole thing; that it was a load of crap.
As they neared the area for changing, dame just rolled his huge eyes and thought back before they phased with the hint of natural sarcasm, ”nah, I really think I’m gonna haul her off to the bathroom to toss her into the shower. You know, just a bit of a warm welcome.” smirking as they shrunk back into their human forms, Damien trotted off to the tree he’d left his clothes by. Knowing that the youngest Hendrix still wasn’t the keenest on the whole shapeshifting thing, they couldn’t scare her. Well, they could, but Carter wouldn’t allow it. Pulling on his beige cargo shorts and a baby blue button up shirt, he left the sleeves rolled up, and was too lazy to button it. Leaving his muscled abs bare, and showing off the cross tattoo on the right hand side of his chest. Other than the pack marking on his shoulder, it was the only one he had, and was the only one he planned to indulge in. smoothing his hand over it, he slid on the shoes he had and caught up with Carter.
Once inside the house, the younger boy ran a hand through his short, but spiky-ish messy hair, frowning upwards, he just glared at the hair that wouldn’t stay down. Looking up at Mr. Hendrix, he flashed a dazzling smile that he used whenever he was putting on a show for someone. The only people that knew that he could do that was the pack, and carter teased him relentlessly about it.
”hey mr. h! you ready for football season to begin yet?”
Teasingly he threw a fake punch towards the father of two’s stomach and chuckled when he was dodged. Listening to the conversation around him, he still felt a bit like an outsider, but knew that it didn’t matter. The pack was the only family he had now, and it was the pack that he only needed to worry about. Trudging up the stairs with carter, he just smirked about the rain comment. And this girl was living in the forks and la push area of Washington state? What was she thinking? Nodding solemnly, dame followed close behind Carter as they entered the brighter room that was Grace’s. at first, Damien didn’t get a look at the girl’s face as they entered, but something felt different right away. There was suddenly a force, as if pulling him towards Carter and his sister. What the hell was that? It felt strange. Hanging around by the door, he let them have their moment while he tried to fight off whatever the hell it was. But as Carter broke away and revealed the girl to him, Damien gulped as his eyes finally laid upon Grace Hendrix. Suddenly, he knew. He knew what Jacob meant by you felt pulled towards the person that you imprinted on. That you loved them almost instantly, and knew that they were the one. Gulping, Damien realized Carter was talking to him. Turning his head, all he could muster was a stumbling sentence.
”w-what? Oh, um, hi Grace.”
Not getting close enough to shake her hand, Damien hung back and refused to touch her. Would Carter see a spark? Damien couldn’t remember all the thing that Sam and Jake had told him. But one thing was for sure, once again Damien managed to screw things up. Imprinting on his best friend’s little sister? He didn’t even know the girl for two minutes and already he felt his heart picking up pace as he eyed her room and finally looked back at her. She was gorgeous, there was no denying that. She had a charming smile, and … well, she was breathtaking. His hands curled into fists at his side, and before clamping his mouth shut, he managed to say a semi-intelligent sentence so he wouldn’t seem like a total asshole.
”I’ve heard… a lot about you. It’s good to finally meet you.”
Run or stay? That was the question now in his mind. But if he ran and phased, Carter was sure to come after him to try to hear his thoughts, and Dame was pretty certain the façade he’d built up to keep them out of his thoughts as much as possible was probably shattered into a million different pieces as it was. Staying meant facing Grace, talking to her, getting to know her. And the urge to be by her side, and take her hand into his own was getting stronger by the minute. Something that Damien was scared shitless to do. Because frankly, Grace would probably freak out, as carter would probably come after him. This was not a great spot to be in, and the minutes passing weren’t making it any more pleasant.STATUS COMPLETE
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TAGGING GRACE & CARTER HENDRIX
WEARING SEE POST FOR DESCRIPTION
LYRICS FABOLOUS
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My name is KAY and I have been role playing for EIGHT YEARS. My other character(s) are edward pearson & britini brodston. I consider myself a advanced roleplayer and I found Intoxicated Lullabies through boo, and i designed the site.
