Post by xmisscrisis2 on Apr 13, 2009 15:11:32 GMT -5
And They Tell Me I'm Not Their Idea Of Normal
but this is just how i've always been
but this is just how i've always been
Name: Leah Rebecca Peake
Nicknames: Lee, usually.
Age: Seventeen.
Sexual Orientation: Ambiguous at the moment. Straight, probably, but still stuck in a six-year-old mindset, where boys are just friends.
And I Hate My Reflection In The Mirror
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Pb Claim: Anna Friel
Physical Characteristics: There's nothing particularly outstanding about Leah (on the surface, at least), apart from the far-off look ever present in her eyes and her typical dreamy smile. She's of average height and weight... but she prefers strolling and skipping as opposed to the brisk pace of all of the visitors, and many of the townspeople.
And Money Is Supposed To Make Me Happy
so all i do is about the greenbacks
so all i do is about the greenbacks
Member Group: Resident.
Job Position: Student. She's planning on going to college though, to study entomology.
Schooling: High School.
Wealth Status: Middle class.
And I Keep Wishing On The Same Stars
but loyalty doesn't make dreams come true
but loyalty doesn't make dreams come true
Dreams:(at least 2)
Fears:(at least 2)
Secrets:(at least 1)
Likes:(at least 5)
Dislikes:(at least 5)
Three Best Personality Traits:
- Optimistic.
- Cheerful.
- Oblivious to people's opinions of her.
Three Worst Personality Traits:
- Can try too hard to loosen people off (in other words, comes across as annoying).
- Naive.
- A bit strange, as a whole.
And All This Shit Could Fill A Novel
because life's a crazy game
because life's a crazy game
Parents: David and Marie Peake (42 & 41, co-owners of the local general store)
Siblings: Lily Peake, 19.
History:
" Oh, happy day when you were born,
Long ago on a sunny morn',
The world rejoiced and the doctor said:
'Whoops, I dropped her on her head!' "
And there was Leah. Not dropped on her head literally, of course (her parents were much too careful for that), but she often acts as though she was. She grew up with Lily in a normal, happy homelife, though many other people, when they first met her, thought it best to stay away. Leah's always been a bit different, laughing for no reason and talking to trees, but the townsfolk have grown to love her for it. She's just graduated highschool, and is trying to figure out just what she wants to do with the rest of her life.
And I Try To Sit In The Shadows
so no one can see my true face
so no one can see my true face
Name: Em, Emily, E. Check out Adrian's app. I answer to anything.
Rp Experience: Four years, give or take.
Where did you find us?: Miss Emma.
Rp Sample:
Adrian was starting to regret his decision.
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. School had let out for the summer-- college before the highschool kids, thankfully-- and Adrian had been faced with a terrible dilemma: take more courses in the non-airconditioned buildings while people he hated surrounded him, probably doing annoying things, like smacking their gum, or talking during lectures, or breathing. Or he could go home.
Both seemed equally appealing, and as he was mulling over the situation, he'd come across the bulletin board at the end of the hallway. One flyer, black against the normal blinding neons, caught his interest, and despite his best instincts, he stopped to take a look.
CARNIVAL OF FEARS
Test your nerve. Test your sense of adventure.
Everything's not as it seems.
Now hosted in Oakland, Indiana.
And now he was here. On a train. To the middle of nowhere, Indiana, where the townspeople probably waved 'hello' to the random passerby and left their doors open, even when no one was home and baked cornbread all day. They were probably all farmers and housewives. This carnival was probably the most exciting thing to hit this side of nowhere in centuries, and Adrian ventured to guess that it wasn't even their idea; someone from a more exciting place in the world had likely come up with it, and foolishly decided to plant his idea in the middle of cow country.
He almost didn't get off when the train pulled to a stop. It would be so much easier if he just... pretended he hadn't heard the conductor, and stayed on board for a few days more. What would be the harm? But, he soon realized, it would probably just lead to another boring place he hadn't heard of, filled with more 'friendly' people, and he wouldn't have anything at all to look forward to there. At least in Oakland, he could see what all the fuss was about this 'Carnival of Fears'.
So he grabbed his backpack-- the only thing he brought with him, filled with only his bare necessities-- and stepped off the train, behind a girl who was knocking over everything that wasn't bolted down to the floor. Adrian could feel his already-thin tolerance for people waning, and he'd reached a foul mood by the time he stepped out into the sun.
"This place... is a joke." Adrian heard the muttered words, his hearing better than most (probably on account that he didn't talk much, so listening was really all he could do when forced into company). He agreed silently, but couldn't help the next words that flew from his mouth.
"Don't worry-- you'll fit right in." he sneered, voice barely a whisper and filled with implications, before walking off toward the door. It was glass, and Adrian stopped in his tracks as soon as he glanced through it, debating turning around and boarding the train once more.
Great. A cow.
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. School had let out for the summer-- college before the highschool kids, thankfully-- and Adrian had been faced with a terrible dilemma: take more courses in the non-airconditioned buildings while people he hated surrounded him, probably doing annoying things, like smacking their gum, or talking during lectures, or breathing. Or he could go home.
Both seemed equally appealing, and as he was mulling over the situation, he'd come across the bulletin board at the end of the hallway. One flyer, black against the normal blinding neons, caught his interest, and despite his best instincts, he stopped to take a look.
CARNIVAL OF FEARS
Test your nerve. Test your sense of adventure.
Everything's not as it seems.
Now hosted in Oakland, Indiana.
And now he was here. On a train. To the middle of nowhere, Indiana, where the townspeople probably waved 'hello' to the random passerby and left their doors open, even when no one was home and baked cornbread all day. They were probably all farmers and housewives. This carnival was probably the most exciting thing to hit this side of nowhere in centuries, and Adrian ventured to guess that it wasn't even their idea; someone from a more exciting place in the world had likely come up with it, and foolishly decided to plant his idea in the middle of cow country.
He almost didn't get off when the train pulled to a stop. It would be so much easier if he just... pretended he hadn't heard the conductor, and stayed on board for a few days more. What would be the harm? But, he soon realized, it would probably just lead to another boring place he hadn't heard of, filled with more 'friendly' people, and he wouldn't have anything at all to look forward to there. At least in Oakland, he could see what all the fuss was about this 'Carnival of Fears'.
So he grabbed his backpack-- the only thing he brought with him, filled with only his bare necessities-- and stepped off the train, behind a girl who was knocking over everything that wasn't bolted down to the floor. Adrian could feel his already-thin tolerance for people waning, and he'd reached a foul mood by the time he stepped out into the sun.
"This place... is a joke." Adrian heard the muttered words, his hearing better than most (probably on account that he didn't talk much, so listening was really all he could do when forced into company). He agreed silently, but couldn't help the next words that flew from his mouth.
"Don't worry-- you'll fit right in." he sneered, voice barely a whisper and filled with implications, before walking off toward the door. It was glass, and Adrian stopped in his tracks as soon as he glanced through it, debating turning around and boarding the train once more.
Great. A cow.
And If You've Read The Rules
I do know what goes here. But I'm lazy. :]
I do know what goes here. But I'm lazy. :]
