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Tony ;
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||.F.O.U.R.|| -- Characters ; Premades
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||.O.N.E.|| -- Plot ; Setting
||.T.W.O.|| -- Rules
||.T.H.R.E.E.|| -- Characters ; Profile Skeleton
||.F.O.U.R.|| -- Characters ; Premades
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Annabel ;
A group of six people formed a band. Tony, Justin, James, Annabel, Pauline, and Jackie. They don`t really know each other that well, maybe that`s the reason why they always fight. The talent show was coming up, and Justin wanted to form something that he thinks would amazing the student body of their highschool. So he found that there were five other people just as talented as he was and just asked to join his band, called 'Memories, Deep in the Words of the Music'. They all agreed, but they didn`t know that the people in the band were their forever enemies. Tony hates Pauline, Justin hates Annabel, and James hates Jackie. Justin had only invited Annabel because she was the best piano player that he knew. Though Justin was friends with everyone else. Except that he didn`t know that each and every one of them has their own enemies in the group. But somehow, they all got along. Though of course, they have their fights once in a while.
But then a month before the talent show, they each started to develop feelings for the ones they hate. How can you hate the one you love?
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This story takes place modern day in a quiet town just outside of the bustling city. The schools ranked number one in their state, and great families lived there. Children get along with one another as well as the parents. You could describe the town anyway you like, just don`t make it too bizarre. We`ll start on a Monday morning just getting ready for school.
But then a month before the talent show, they each started to develop feelings for the ones they hate. How can you hate the one you love?
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This story takes place modern day in a quiet town just outside of the bustling city. The schools ranked number one in their state, and great families lived there. Children get along with one another as well as the parents. You could describe the town anyway you like, just don`t make it too bizarre. We`ll start on a Monday morning just getting ready for school.
>Pianist<
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James ;
oo1. Follow Gaia ToS.
oo2. No cybering.
-- Romance is definitely encouraged, but we don`t need all the details. Even though you feel the need to, just don`t do it.
oo3. Don`t ignore other RP-er`s.
-- It`s rude, and if you ignore someone, I`ll make it feel one thousand times worse back towards you.
oo4. No spamming.
-- If you need to talk out of character use these things --- [],(),<>,// --- m'kay?
oo5. No illiteracy.
-- I don`t want a couple words or two or three sentences a post. But I understand writer`s block. If you can, at least write two or more paragraphs per post. It`s not that hard.
-- No chatspeak, or using asterisks --- ** ---.
-- People want to hear about your character`s feelings, the way they think the situation in their opinion. Well at least I do..
-- I will also inforce this rule: use font sizes nine through eleven. That way, the roleplay would look a lot more organized.
oo6. Once you`ve joined, please don`t just leave the Rp.
-- If you have to leave, then just say in OOC that you have to leave. Or else someone`s waiting for you to post, and then the thread just dies.
-- If you`re not on for a while, I can kick you out, unless you give me a good reason.
oo7. Title your PM`s 'Too Deep For Words'.
-- Also stick a roleplaying sample in the 'anything else' spot.
-- And other things that you would like to include about your character.
oo8. I have the right to add more rules if I want to.
oo9. Last but not least, have fun!
oo2. No cybering.
-- Romance is definitely encouraged, but we don`t need all the details. Even though you feel the need to, just don`t do it.
oo3. Don`t ignore other RP-er`s.
-- It`s rude, and if you ignore someone, I`ll make it feel one thousand times worse back towards you.
oo4. No spamming.
-- If you need to talk out of character use these things --- [],(),<>,// --- m'kay?
oo5. No illiteracy.
-- I don`t want a couple words or two or three sentences a post. But I understand writer`s block. If you can, at least write two or more paragraphs per post. It`s not that hard.
-- No chatspeak, or using asterisks --- ** ---.
-- People want to hear about your character`s feelings, the way they think the situation in their opinion. Well at least I do..
-- I will also inforce this rule: use font sizes nine through eleven. That way, the roleplay would look a lot more organized.
oo6. Once you`ve joined, please don`t just leave the Rp.
-- If you have to leave, then just say in OOC that you have to leave. Or else someone`s waiting for you to post, and then the thread just dies.
-- If you`re not on for a while, I can kick you out, unless you give me a good reason.
oo7. Title your PM`s 'Too Deep For Words'.
-- Also stick a roleplaying sample in the 'anything else' spot.
-- And other things that you would like to include about your character.
oo8. I have the right to add more rules if I want to.
oo9. Last but not least, have fun!
>Drums<
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Pauline ;
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What you like.
||.What.Creeps.Me.Out.||
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Age.
[b]||.Just.Me.||[/b]
Your personality; don`t just list it, actually put it in sentence form.
[b]||.My.Mistakes.||[/b]
Your bio; don`t say 'he/she doesn`t like talking about he/she`s past.' Acutally write something ..
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What you like.
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>Female Lead Singer<
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Justin ;
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||.T.O.N.Y.|| --
||.J.A.M.E.S.|| --
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||.A.N.N.A.B.E.L..C.O.R.I.N.N.E..H.A.Y.E.S.||

The name`s Annabel.
Get it straight.
||.But.They.Call.Me.||
Anna or Belle
||.Currently.I`m.||
Seventeen
||.Just.Me.||
It's really hard to pin point Annabel. One minute Annabel could have this fiery and exuberant passion, and then the next Annabel could appear to have this meek timid demeanor. One thing is for certain, even by looking at Annabel, it is easy to see that it takes a great deal to fully earn her trust, if any at all. Annabel is very leery of others, taking in great caution. For the few who are allowed to really know Annabel, they find that her outward appearance, just as many others amongst people, is but a mere rouge to the world. If you see her around her closest friends...and family, not really, though, the other half of Annabel comes out. Around them Annabel is a warm caring person, worried about their safety and well being. With all the hardships that Annabel has faced, she has luckily managed to escape the cruel grasp of depression for the most part. True, there are times when it all tends to take its toll on me, but that is to be expected in just about anyone at one point in life or another. Annabel is quite naive. In some cases that is very true, while in others that would be a great misfortune to potential others who underestimate me. Annabel is no fool nor is she a genius. However her knowledge of certain aspects of things is useful, and yet also dangerous, though it can not be helped. Annabel has an acidic like tongue, of which is a handy tool in provoking others if the time calls for it. Do not undermine me, the act may be greatly regrettable in the after effects. When need be, Annabel can be one of the most stubborn of people you are likely to meet. Sometimes that is a good quality...and others horrendous given the time and situation. Amongst her ostensible, cold behavior to the outward world at random, don't let it fool you. Annabel is not a blatant person. She requires others to really search hard for the secrets she may harbor in many aspects then imagined.
||.My.Mistakes.||
Annabel`s life has never been perfect. A lot of people says she is, but that`s not true. Even Annabel has mistakes done here or there. And her family is one of them. Her two brothers are highschool dropouts, and her parents don`t even care about the three of them --- her brothers and her. Sometimes Annabel would start doing all the housework, pay their bills since her parents were always never home, either hanging out with their friends or getting drunk. And when they were home, they wouldn`t do anything. It`s as if they treated Annabel like a servant. Annabel, then would start throwing tantrums at unexpected moments, and even say that she would never care about them, and she would regret it.
||.Things.That.Complete.Me.||
Annabel likes to play the piano, hanging out with her friends, go shopping, and everything basically a teenager loves to do. But she also has a literate and an artistic side. Annabel loves to play the piano, since she has been learning since the age of six. She even writes her own songs, or improvise words with the songs she plays. Annabel writes her own stories, mainly romance. She has done a couple of horror once in a while, but Annabel always scares herself whenever she re-reads them to correct mistakes. She also loves to read romance stories, especially The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Whenever she watches the play, mostly at the end, you could see tears coming out of Annabel`s eyes.
||.What.Creeps.Me.Out.||
Annabel can be slightly claustrophobic, meaning she doesn`t like tight spaces or enclosed rooms, so she can`t stay inside for long. She would just either take a book out from the library, and bring outside to read.
||.Anything.Else.||
Annabel isn`t scared of most things like girls are. For example, spiders, ghosts, etc. But the one thing that Annabel is most afraid of is thunder.
||.The.Narrator.of.My.Life.||
__melissa.exe

The name`s Annabel.
Get it straight.
||.But.They.Call.Me.||
Anna or Belle
||.Currently.I`m.||
Seventeen
||.Just.Me.||
It's really hard to pin point Annabel. One minute Annabel could have this fiery and exuberant passion, and then the next Annabel could appear to have this meek timid demeanor. One thing is for certain, even by looking at Annabel, it is easy to see that it takes a great deal to fully earn her trust, if any at all. Annabel is very leery of others, taking in great caution. For the few who are allowed to really know Annabel, they find that her outward appearance, just as many others amongst people, is but a mere rouge to the world. If you see her around her closest friends...and family, not really, though, the other half of Annabel comes out. Around them Annabel is a warm caring person, worried about their safety and well being. With all the hardships that Annabel has faced, she has luckily managed to escape the cruel grasp of depression for the most part. True, there are times when it all tends to take its toll on me, but that is to be expected in just about anyone at one point in life or another. Annabel is quite naive. In some cases that is very true, while in others that would be a great misfortune to potential others who underestimate me. Annabel is no fool nor is she a genius. However her knowledge of certain aspects of things is useful, and yet also dangerous, though it can not be helped. Annabel has an acidic like tongue, of which is a handy tool in provoking others if the time calls for it. Do not undermine me, the act may be greatly regrettable in the after effects. When need be, Annabel can be one of the most stubborn of people you are likely to meet. Sometimes that is a good quality...and others horrendous given the time and situation. Amongst her ostensible, cold behavior to the outward world at random, don't let it fool you. Annabel is not a blatant person. She requires others to really search hard for the secrets she may harbor in many aspects then imagined.
||.My.Mistakes.||
Annabel`s life has never been perfect. A lot of people says she is, but that`s not true. Even Annabel has mistakes done here or there. And her family is one of them. Her two brothers are highschool dropouts, and her parents don`t even care about the three of them --- her brothers and her. Sometimes Annabel would start doing all the housework, pay their bills since her parents were always never home, either hanging out with their friends or getting drunk. And when they were home, they wouldn`t do anything. It`s as if they treated Annabel like a servant. Annabel, then would start throwing tantrums at unexpected moments, and even say that she would never care about them, and she would regret it.
||.Things.That.Complete.Me.||
Annabel likes to play the piano, hanging out with her friends, go shopping, and everything basically a teenager loves to do. But she also has a literate and an artistic side. Annabel loves to play the piano, since she has been learning since the age of six. She even writes her own songs, or improvise words with the songs she plays. Annabel writes her own stories, mainly romance. She has done a couple of horror once in a while, but Annabel always scares herself whenever she re-reads them to correct mistakes. She also loves to read romance stories, especially The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Whenever she watches the play, mostly at the end, you could see tears coming out of Annabel`s eyes.
||.What.Creeps.Me.Out.||
Annabel can be slightly claustrophobic, meaning she doesn`t like tight spaces or enclosed rooms, so she can`t stay inside for long. She would just either take a book out from the library, and bring outside to read.
||.Anything.Else.||
Annabel isn`t scared of most things like girls are. For example, spiders, ghosts, etc. But the one thing that Annabel is most afraid of is thunder.
||.The.Narrator.of.My.Life.||
__melissa.exe
||.P.A.U.L.I.N.E..K.I.M.IK.A.I..S.W.A.N.||
-Believe In Magic-
||.But.They.Call.Me.||
Kimi
||.Currently.I`m.||
Seventeen Years Of Age.
||.Just.Me.||
Hello there, Kimi Here. Most of my friends call me Kimi so I suppose you can too. Here's to good time, good friends, film, and music.
I love fooling around with my camcorder and camara. Taking pictures is like freezing time, only better. You can keep it. Some people take art for granted, using it as an easy class to pass or something else to occupy their time with. I do believe I'm the only girl that takes art as seriously as I do. Music is also like a release for me. Once I'm really into the song, I let go and completely lose myself. Don't ask me why, the music just takes me.
Judging by my appearence, I am a typical emo chick. Dark hair, downcast eyes. Although, some people say I'm too pretty to be a goth. Whatever. I'm often labelled "the freak" or "camara geek" or more commonly " the emo chick". I don't mind though. It's not that I'm depressed all the time, it's just that the world is depressing. So much violence and hatred. I don't particularly hate anyone or hate myself or my life. I like life, I like to live, love, and find joy in what I do. I respect my friends and respect others. Since when is being poliet but quiet a flipping crime. People these days.
||.My.Mistakes.||
My past isn't ancient history and isn't an interesting as the history channel. My parents are both Korean and would rather eat with chopsticks and talk about tea than care about me. To me, they are both rather self-centered and well, stubborn. Niether of them show any sign of wanting to learn about different cultures or exploring anything outside of the Korean way of life. Personally, I find this rather distastful and boring. I like to liven my life up a bit with an array of different cultures. The world is my paintbrush. Why not use it to the best of my abilities?
||.Things.That.Complete.Me.||
I'm a huge rock fan. I'm not really into the Korean music but I like American good old fashioned rock. I love converse shoes too.
Shopping isn't a huge passion of mine but I do it occaionally. To me, there is more to life than shopping but it isn't all bad.
I love my camcorder and camara. Like I stressed before, art comes above everything for me.
Music is like an escape. I love using it to figure out where my life has gone off track. Don't like it, deal.
My friends take presidence next. What I would do without them, I'm no so sure. I probably wouldn't be able to function. I also like to party, drive, and read. Yes, books aren't all bad, kiddies.
||.What.Creeps.Me.Out.||
Many things. Among them, preps, bitchs, jerks, over-achievers, posers, fakers, wanna-bees, death, dying, illness, hurt, pain, and being ignored. I like to stand out at all counts. Don't blend into the background.
||.Anything.Else.||
Isabella wound her way around the tree trunks, letting her gaze linger on their twisted boughs and branchs. She had always found it mildly interested how trees could stand up to anything it pleased; the wind, the rain, sleet, hail, snow. She sometimes wished she was like that. Sighing softly to herself, Bella found the stone steps to the large building. Crystal eyes gazing at her new schools shape and size, she took in everything. She hoped they had a large library. Taking the first steps into her new world, she opened the door and found herself in a highly furnished lobby. Weaving her way through crowds of giggling girls and lost freshman, she found the head desk. Listing her name and grade, she continuing taking in the scene around her, scooping out any possible friends. She recieved her dorm room number and brushed past a couple of boys on her way to the elevator.
||.The.Narrator>of.My.Life.||
VoicexCarry-xx
-Believe In Magic-
||.But.They.Call.Me.||
Kimi
||.Currently.I`m.||
Seventeen Years Of Age.
||.Just.Me.||
Hello there, Kimi Here. Most of my friends call me Kimi so I suppose you can too. Here's to good time, good friends, film, and music.
I love fooling around with my camcorder and camara. Taking pictures is like freezing time, only better. You can keep it. Some people take art for granted, using it as an easy class to pass or something else to occupy their time with. I do believe I'm the only girl that takes art as seriously as I do. Music is also like a release for me. Once I'm really into the song, I let go and completely lose myself. Don't ask me why, the music just takes me.
Judging by my appearence, I am a typical emo chick. Dark hair, downcast eyes. Although, some people say I'm too pretty to be a goth. Whatever. I'm often labelled "the freak" or "camara geek" or more commonly " the emo chick". I don't mind though. It's not that I'm depressed all the time, it's just that the world is depressing. So much violence and hatred. I don't particularly hate anyone or hate myself or my life. I like life, I like to live, love, and find joy in what I do. I respect my friends and respect others. Since when is being poliet but quiet a flipping crime. People these days.
||.My.Mistakes.||
My past isn't ancient history and isn't an interesting as the history channel. My parents are both Korean and would rather eat with chopsticks and talk about tea than care about me. To me, they are both rather self-centered and well, stubborn. Niether of them show any sign of wanting to learn about different cultures or exploring anything outside of the Korean way of life. Personally, I find this rather distastful and boring. I like to liven my life up a bit with an array of different cultures. The world is my paintbrush. Why not use it to the best of my abilities?
||.Things.That.Complete.Me.||
I'm a huge rock fan. I'm not really into the Korean music but I like American good old fashioned rock. I love converse shoes too.
Shopping isn't a huge passion of mine but I do it occaionally. To me, there is more to life than shopping but it isn't all bad.
I love my camcorder and camara. Like I stressed before, art comes above everything for me.
Music is like an escape. I love using it to figure out where my life has gone off track. Don't like it, deal.
My friends take presidence next. What I would do without them, I'm no so sure. I probably wouldn't be able to function. I also like to party, drive, and read. Yes, books aren't all bad, kiddies.
||.What.Creeps.Me.Out.||
Many things. Among them, preps, bitchs, jerks, over-achievers, posers, fakers, wanna-bees, death, dying, illness, hurt, pain, and being ignored. I like to stand out at all counts. Don't blend into the background.
||.Anything.Else.||
Isabella wound her way around the tree trunks, letting her gaze linger on their twisted boughs and branchs. She had always found it mildly interested how trees could stand up to anything it pleased; the wind, the rain, sleet, hail, snow. She sometimes wished she was like that. Sighing softly to herself, Bella found the stone steps to the large building. Crystal eyes gazing at her new schools shape and size, she took in everything. She hoped they had a large library. Taking the first steps into her new world, she opened the door and found herself in a highly furnished lobby. Weaving her way through crowds of giggling girls and lost freshman, she found the head desk. Listing her name and grade, she continuing taking in the scene around her, scooping out any possible friends. She recieved her dorm room number and brushed past a couple of boys on her way to the elevator.
||.The.Narrator>of.My.Life.||
VoicexCarry-xx
||.J.A.C.Q.U.E.L.I.N.E..A.N.D.R.O.M.E.D.A..A.V.E.R.Y.||
b***h-Please.
||.But.They.Call.Me.||
Jackie
||.Currently.I`m.||
Seventeen
||.Just.Me.||
Ask anyone in the school what they think of Jacqueline and they'll give you the same answer: She's dumb, lazy, and boring. But truth be told, only one of those three things said can be true about Jackie, she is lazy. Why do people think she is dumb? Jacqueline is lazy, yes, she doesn't like to do things if she doesn't have to. This includes passing tests, even though when she was tricked into an IQ test last year, it ended up being she was a genius. But, she doesn't like going around acting all smart, in fact, she would rather prefer people thinking she was dumb, It makes everything so much easier for her. You see when no one has any expectations of you, you cannot let them down. Therefore, Jackie doesn't have to try. And when she doesn't have to try, she likes it that way. Jacqueline isn't really boring, she just...thinks everything else is boring. She is actually very witty and funny, often saying crude but hilarious things, even though she doesn't mean for them to be funny they often come out that way. She seems rather unemotional about most everything (Except when you offer her candy, she will take you down for some candy) and finds almost everything boring except for music, which many people find odd. Why do they find it odd? Because, the rather bored sounding, almost monotone and light voice she has when she speaks completely disappears when she sings, and is replaced by a strong, loud self assured voice. Jackie would rather lay around all day or play a short mind game whatever it may be then go around running around and being too terribly social. She doesn't see the point in being extremely nice or mean to anyone, and in turn comes off rather neutrals to everyone. When asked to do something, she usually just rolls her eyes and scoffs, if its nothing she wants to do. Jackie is known to have failed almost every test she's ever taken, though she has the utmost ability to outsmart anyone. Most people find her emotionless attitude creepy, some find it admirable, what ever they think, Jackie just thinks it works. Despite this, if she is bothered by anyone, she can get real angry, real fast.
||.My.Mistakes.||
Jackie was born to a middle class family, with five older brothers. She was raised by them and her father, her mother having left when she was five, saying she couldn't stand being the wife of someone like her father. Jackie didn't really understand it. Her boyish upbringing may have led to how Jackie is now: tomboy, bored, lazy....pretty much all caused by her upbringing. Her older brothers were always rather annoying, always trying to get to their younger sister. As a result, Jackie found out if she acted emotionless and acted like the annoyance didn't bother her, they stopped. The lack of a motherly influence probably caused the tom boyish feel those around Jackie often feel. Her brother's were also a good and bad influence on her. Her father worked a lot, so much of what she saw her brothers do ,she mirrored. Like saying crude but funny things for one, another being lazy. She did probably earn most of her loyalty through her brothers, but also, they sort of influenced her down a bad road, including failing grades, failing her drivers tests almost 6 times now, and getting in trouble at school a lot for back talking. Most people refrain from messing with Jackie because of her five older brothers, but James apparently doesn't see the threat in itself that she has the all male sibling hood protection of brothers.
||.Things.That.Complete.Me.||
Jacqueline likes very little things, but she does enjoy mind games, such as chess and stuff. Things that need her to really plan ahead, though most people think her dumb. She of course, loves music, and often does anything to sneak cds and cd players into class. Not that she pays any attention anyway. She likes rain, and hard core thunderstorms are in her love profile, though many wonder why (Perhaps it has something to do with rain and calmness?). Other than that, it is very hard to figure out what Jackie likes and hates, the difference isn't very noticeable.
||.What.Creeps.Me.Out.||
Jackie fears many things, none of which she will speak of out loud. She fears that her mother left because she was not good enough, and she often fears rejection from everyone (And often receives it), perhaps why she acts so emotionless. She fears not being good enough almost constantly, and failing her driver's test again is another main concern. She fears embarrassment from her older brothers terribly, since they are so very overprotective of her. Many deep seated fears of darkness are also intertwined in Jackie's soul.
||.Anything.Else.||
||.The.Narrator.of.My.Life.||
Cheese123abc
b***h-Please.
||.But.They.Call.Me.||
Jackie
||.Currently.I`m.||
Seventeen
||.Just.Me.||
Ask anyone in the school what they think of Jacqueline and they'll give you the same answer: She's dumb, lazy, and boring. But truth be told, only one of those three things said can be true about Jackie, she is lazy. Why do people think she is dumb? Jacqueline is lazy, yes, she doesn't like to do things if she doesn't have to. This includes passing tests, even though when she was tricked into an IQ test last year, it ended up being she was a genius. But, she doesn't like going around acting all smart, in fact, she would rather prefer people thinking she was dumb, It makes everything so much easier for her. You see when no one has any expectations of you, you cannot let them down. Therefore, Jackie doesn't have to try. And when she doesn't have to try, she likes it that way. Jacqueline isn't really boring, she just...thinks everything else is boring. She is actually very witty and funny, often saying crude but hilarious things, even though she doesn't mean for them to be funny they often come out that way. She seems rather unemotional about most everything (Except when you offer her candy, she will take you down for some candy) and finds almost everything boring except for music, which many people find odd. Why do they find it odd? Because, the rather bored sounding, almost monotone and light voice she has when she speaks completely disappears when she sings, and is replaced by a strong, loud self assured voice. Jackie would rather lay around all day or play a short mind game whatever it may be then go around running around and being too terribly social. She doesn't see the point in being extremely nice or mean to anyone, and in turn comes off rather neutrals to everyone. When asked to do something, she usually just rolls her eyes and scoffs, if its nothing she wants to do. Jackie is known to have failed almost every test she's ever taken, though she has the utmost ability to outsmart anyone. Most people find her emotionless attitude creepy, some find it admirable, what ever they think, Jackie just thinks it works. Despite this, if she is bothered by anyone, she can get real angry, real fast.
||.My.Mistakes.||
Jackie was born to a middle class family, with five older brothers. She was raised by them and her father, her mother having left when she was five, saying she couldn't stand being the wife of someone like her father. Jackie didn't really understand it. Her boyish upbringing may have led to how Jackie is now: tomboy, bored, lazy....pretty much all caused by her upbringing. Her older brothers were always rather annoying, always trying to get to their younger sister. As a result, Jackie found out if she acted emotionless and acted like the annoyance didn't bother her, they stopped. The lack of a motherly influence probably caused the tom boyish feel those around Jackie often feel. Her brother's were also a good and bad influence on her. Her father worked a lot, so much of what she saw her brothers do ,she mirrored. Like saying crude but funny things for one, another being lazy. She did probably earn most of her loyalty through her brothers, but also, they sort of influenced her down a bad road, including failing grades, failing her drivers tests almost 6 times now, and getting in trouble at school a lot for back talking. Most people refrain from messing with Jackie because of her five older brothers, but James apparently doesn't see the threat in itself that she has the all male sibling hood protection of brothers.
||.Things.That.Complete.Me.||
Jacqueline likes very little things, but she does enjoy mind games, such as chess and stuff. Things that need her to really plan ahead, though most people think her dumb. She of course, loves music, and often does anything to sneak cds and cd players into class. Not that she pays any attention anyway. She likes rain, and hard core thunderstorms are in her love profile, though many wonder why (Perhaps it has something to do with rain and calmness?). Other than that, it is very hard to figure out what Jackie likes and hates, the difference isn't very noticeable.
||.What.Creeps.Me.Out.||
Jackie fears many things, none of which she will speak of out loud. She fears that her mother left because she was not good enough, and she often fears rejection from everyone (And often receives it), perhaps why she acts so emotionless. She fears not being good enough almost constantly, and failing her driver's test again is another main concern. She fears embarrassment from her older brothers terribly, since they are so very overprotective of her. Many deep seated fears of darkness are also intertwined in Jackie's soul.
||.Anything.Else.||
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Aurora broke as sunlight seeped through the curtains and filling the dark room with light. Still in bed, a seventeen year old lay there, snoring peacefully and dreaming the unimaginable. Entangled in her own hair, and the blankets, Annabel was barely falling off the edge of the bed. Mess from the night before, the room was littered with music staves, broken pencils, and eraser shavings. Annabel had been writing music all night, but couldn`t put a single melody together. With the broken pencils, it seems that Annabel got frustrated, and finally took her anger out on a poor number 2 pencil. Some spiders crawling as if it was trying to get back into it`s little hole, staying away from danger of being killed.
Boom.
"GAHH!" Annabel jolted awake, on the floor. The blankets following her, and her hair in her face, Annabel couldn`t see what time it was. "That was a bad start of a day.." Annabel muttered, standing back up, putting her blankets on the bed and fixing her hair, by combing through it with her fingers. Annabel yawned as she walked outside of her bedroom to see what was going on. Of course, her brothers were probably still somewhere, and who the hell knows where her parents were. "Seems like I`m just living here myself.." Annabel went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and went into the kitchen to make something for her breakfast. "What should I have.." Annabel asked herself as she looked in the kitchen for something to eat.
"What time is it?" Annabel looked at the clock and the wall and it read six thirty. "Oh my god!" Annabel screamed as she ran into her room. She was going to be late to school again. "UGHH!" Annabel went into her closet and it would probably take her a while to choose out an outfit to wear. She finally decided on wearing a light gray abercrombie and fitch sweater, a jean skirt, and black leg warmers. She threw them on quickly, and went into the bathroom to fix her make up and hair. After that was done, Annabel ran to the kitchen, just grabbed a piece of bread, grabbed her books off the counter and walked out of the house, locking it, and headed for school.
Boom.
"GAHH!" Annabel jolted awake, on the floor. The blankets following her, and her hair in her face, Annabel couldn`t see what time it was. "That was a bad start of a day.." Annabel muttered, standing back up, putting her blankets on the bed and fixing her hair, by combing through it with her fingers. Annabel yawned as she walked outside of her bedroom to see what was going on. Of course, her brothers were probably still somewhere, and who the hell knows where her parents were. "Seems like I`m just living here myself.." Annabel went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and went into the kitchen to make something for her breakfast. "What should I have.." Annabel asked herself as she looked in the kitchen for something to eat.
"What time is it?" Annabel looked at the clock and the wall and it read six thirty. "Oh my god!" Annabel screamed as she ran into her room. She was going to be late to school again. "UGHH!" Annabel went into her closet and it would probably take her a while to choose out an outfit to wear. She finally decided on wearing a light gray abercrombie and fitch sweater, a jean skirt, and black leg warmers. She threw them on quickly, and went into the bathroom to fix her make up and hair. After that was done, Annabel ran to the kitchen, just grabbed a piece of bread, grabbed her books off the counter and walked out of the house, locking it, and headed for school.
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A teenage girl lay strewn across her bed, sideways, her head hanging off the edge, and her legs falling off the bed too. Her pair of emerald eyes opened and she cringed slightly, watching her brother’s snake eat her other brother’s gerbil. Sighing, she reached forward, grabbing the snake as it finished eating the poor little mammal and fell off her bed entirely, clutching the squirming snake in hand as she stood up, her short choppy black and pink highlighted hair messy from sleep. Walking out of her bed room door and into the chaos known as school hour in the Avery household, she turned sideways to avoid the flying piece of toast that one of her brother‘s had thrown down the hallway, and slipping past two of her brother‘s fighting on the floor. Walking into the kitchen, she threw the snake at her oldest brother, who was sitting at the table. “Hey! You found him! Where was he?” Questioned her brother eagerly. “In my room, you might want to tell Adrian it ate another one of his gerbils“ Answered Jacqueline, the only female in a sea of testosterone. She heard her other brother gasp, as he entered the room. “You mean that little worm ate another one of my pets!” Yelled the one called Adrian yelled, her oldest brother, Jasper chuckling.
“I don’t know why you two have pets…you are always loosing them..” Muttered Jackie, grabbing a piece of toast as it shot up from the toaster. “Dad gone to work already?” She questioned, hoisting herself up on the counter and looking at her two bickering brother’s as three others entered, only one of them Seventeen, and at that still 11 months older than her. One of the newly arrived brother’s nodded. “Yup, you better get dressed, ’less your going to school in your skivvies.” He informed her, shoving her off the counter and taking her seat. Taking a bite of her toast she sighed. “So bossy.” She said irately, scratching her head as she headed back to her room, getting dressed in slightly baggy dark denim jeans, a rather tight hot pink shirt, and fishnet, lime green fingerless gloves. She stuffed her books from her desk chair into her messenger bag bearing many buttons quickly, and messily, before throwing it over her shoulder and exited her room once more, seeing two of her oldest brothers leaving for work, as she turned to look at her other three brothers.
One was seventeen, though a couple of months older than her, that was Fred, the others were both eighteen, and twins, Jaden and Gregor. All of her brother‘s had the same jet black hair she did, except for Gregor who oddly enough had red hair. They all shared emerald or blue eyes though. Slipping on her sneakers (lace less) that had a plaid pink and green design on them, she walked out of the door, silently following her three brothers who still attended school (The rest had graduated and filing into Jaden’s pick up truck. Squeezing into the middle seat, she watched Fred frown as he found himself not able to fit in the cab. “Come on, I had to ride in the bed last time!” He argued, making Gregor chuckle. “Too bad, you’re the youngest next to Jackie, and she isn’t going to ride in the bed” He said, and her brother sighed, hopping into the bed of the trunk with the rest of this siblings backpacks.
A slightly bumpy and annoying ride there, Jackie found herself crawling over Gregor to get out of the car and catching her messenger bag before it fell to the ground (Fred always threw their backpacks out when he didn’t get to ride in the cab) and started trekking toward the school, running her fingers through her hair as an adlib for a brush. She never did have time to brush her hair in the morning, down fall of living in such a hectic household like hers. Her mother had left when she was only a tot, and well, she couldn’t remember or understand why she left. Her father said it was because she had realized that she had just had six young children to take care of and support, and freaked out, leaving. It seemed to make sense when she thought about it.
Her sneakers brushing up tiny clouds of dust as she walked, Fred catching up with her and slinging an arm around her shoulders. “How come you don’t wear make up like all the other girls?” He asked. Jackie sighed. He never shut up, did he? Fred had homeroom with her, otherwise She’d be free of him already. Jackie loved her brothers, yes, but she couldn‘t stand them when they bothered her at school, the only time she had any time for herself. “Takes too long to put on, not only that, Make up is for sissies. You should already know that Fred“ She said smugly, pushing him away from her as she slipped in the front doors.
“I don’t know why you two have pets…you are always loosing them..” Muttered Jackie, grabbing a piece of toast as it shot up from the toaster. “Dad gone to work already?” She questioned, hoisting herself up on the counter and looking at her two bickering brother’s as three others entered, only one of them Seventeen, and at that still 11 months older than her. One of the newly arrived brother’s nodded. “Yup, you better get dressed, ’less your going to school in your skivvies.” He informed her, shoving her off the counter and taking her seat. Taking a bite of her toast she sighed. “So bossy.” She said irately, scratching her head as she headed back to her room, getting dressed in slightly baggy dark denim jeans, a rather tight hot pink shirt, and fishnet, lime green fingerless gloves. She stuffed her books from her desk chair into her messenger bag bearing many buttons quickly, and messily, before throwing it over her shoulder and exited her room once more, seeing two of her oldest brothers leaving for work, as she turned to look at her other three brothers.
One was seventeen, though a couple of months older than her, that was Fred, the others were both eighteen, and twins, Jaden and Gregor. All of her brother‘s had the same jet black hair she did, except for Gregor who oddly enough had red hair. They all shared emerald or blue eyes though. Slipping on her sneakers (lace less) that had a plaid pink and green design on them, she walked out of the door, silently following her three brothers who still attended school (The rest had graduated and filing into Jaden’s pick up truck. Squeezing into the middle seat, she watched Fred frown as he found himself not able to fit in the cab. “Come on, I had to ride in the bed last time!” He argued, making Gregor chuckle. “Too bad, you’re the youngest next to Jackie, and she isn’t going to ride in the bed” He said, and her brother sighed, hopping into the bed of the trunk with the rest of this siblings backpacks.
A slightly bumpy and annoying ride there, Jackie found herself crawling over Gregor to get out of the car and catching her messenger bag before it fell to the ground (Fred always threw their backpacks out when he didn’t get to ride in the cab) and started trekking toward the school, running her fingers through her hair as an adlib for a brush. She never did have time to brush her hair in the morning, down fall of living in such a hectic household like hers. Her mother had left when she was only a tot, and well, she couldn’t remember or understand why she left. Her father said it was because she had realized that she had just had six young children to take care of and support, and freaked out, leaving. It seemed to make sense when she thought about it.
Her sneakers brushing up tiny clouds of dust as she walked, Fred catching up with her and slinging an arm around her shoulders. “How come you don’t wear make up like all the other girls?” He asked. Jackie sighed. He never shut up, did he? Fred had homeroom with her, otherwise She’d be free of him already. Jackie loved her brothers, yes, but she couldn‘t stand them when they bothered her at school, the only time she had any time for herself. “Takes too long to put on, not only that, Make up is for sissies. You should already know that Fred“ She said smugly, pushing him away from her as she slipped in the front doors.
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