Post by carlisle st. james on Jan 3, 2010 2:54:36 GMT -6
`CARLISLE EVES ST. JAMES!
`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!
NICKNAMES lila, eves, cee, ace.
AGE twenty.
GENDER female.
ETHNICITY Italian.
RELIGON catholic by heritage, agnostic by choice.
SEXUALITY straight.
STATUS single. It’s a bit complicated with Johnny.
OCCUPATION OR GRADE college sophomore, portrait photographer for a local company.
PLAYED BY zooey deschanel.
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`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!
DISLIKESspiders, beer, baggy jeans, north faces, working out, tacky shoes, snakes, romantic comedies, lattes, and roses.
FEARS being alone/dying alone and getting mugged.
SECRETS she spent a year in an insane asylum for manic depression and she runs. Things get tough and she makes up an excuse and runs.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
▪ - shy;; she’s not a social person really. She’d much rather be by herself in her own room with a good book versus a loud party with a bunch of people she doesn’t know. She comes across as standoffish and incredibly snobby when people meet her because she really doesn’t enjoy communicating with them. She doesn’t like talking to strangers, making awkward small talk about stuff you don’t want to know. If you catch her attention though she can take her time to get to know you and that she enjoys.
- loyal;; Once you’ve got Carlisle’s friendship she doesn’t back down. She loves and loves fiercely. She’s that friend that wants to get to know you, once you break down the wall, she wants to know every detail about you. If you mess with her friends she will get you back and she will get you back even worse. She doesn’t play games and she’s a good friend, the kind you want to keep around. She’s the kind of girl that will fight to the death for you and not bat an eye before she does it. Her best friend in high school got incredibly abused by a boy once and Carlisle lost it. Ripped him apart in front of a large group of people, got a couple guys to rough him up and then they isolated him. She hates bullying but when it comes down to it gets them back.
- funny;; The girl is incredibly funny and sarcastic, with a biting sense of humor. She tends to make jokes at people’s expense that generally get her trouble, she doesn’t realize that she’s can in fact hurt people’s feelings sometimes. To a certain extent it’s like her love language, if she likes you she drops jokes and teasing like there is no tomorrow but if she doesn’t like (or care) she just doesn’t joke. In all actuality she is incredibly stiff and tries her hardest to ignore the person. She tends to act like a boy sometimes, crossing the line of vulgarness a bit too often for her own good. Some girls are a bit threatened by her “one of the boys” mentality but she doesn’t mind it.
- easy going;; Some people are uptight and OCD and entirely obnoxious, Carlisle isn’t one of them. She’s a slob when it comes to her room. Everything else she keeps fairly clean, her apartment is very shabby chic and cute but her room looks a bit like a train wreck. She’s one of those people that when she gets paint on her face she doesn’t notice and when she does notice she doesn’t really mind. School is a bit of a joke to her, she tolerates it because she really would like a degree to her name but she doesn’t put a lot of effort into it. Breezes through as well as she can and boy can she, she’s smart. She doesn’t really freak out about much, or care about the small things. The go with the flow type lady.
- vulnerable;; She’s been through a lot, hell and back really, and it’s made her relatively weak because of it. Well strong in the sense that she puts on incredible fronts but when she’s down she’s down hard. Carlisle doesn’t let people get to know her easily, it terrifies her to think that someone might actually see the truth behind the big blue eyes. She’s good at masking it all which makes her strong but when she’s vulnerable it’s better that you don’t get around her. Few people have ever seen her when she’s in the bad stage, Johnny is one of the few and it is probably the root of all their issues. She doesn’t believe in letting people see that side of her and that fact that he ran only confirmed why she pulls up the front every day.
OVERALL APPEARANCE[/b] Let’s start at the beginning, at the just straight shot of our girl. She has dark brown hair, a deep dark brown almost black color that is well below shoulder length. It’s curly, naturally, not the frizzy ugly kind of curl either but large thick curls that shine from the massive amounts of product she pours into it. She generally wears it teased and pulled back partially in the messy “I rolled out of bed and look fabulous” kind of way. She has doe eyes, baby blue, that look up at you with a sense of innocence that just make you want to fall for her. She plays them up with dark smoky shadows, thick eyeliner on the top and mascara that lengthen her lashes even longer. Her lips are on the poutier side; large and pursed in a taunting smirk generally. Her skin tone olive, slightly pale but olive nonetheless, she tans easily but when it’s cold it is a little difficult to lay out.
Her clothes are some of the best, a range from designer to thrift store, a lot of it from vintage boutiques all over the city. She’s your typical hipster if we’re making labels. Baby doll dresses from Urban Outfitters, torn leggings, different types of motorcycle boots and black heels. She wears big jewelry, chunky and long necklaces. Generally she keeps her earrings to the minimum but as a girl she does have her fair share of them. A silver Barse ring with the tree of life on it always adorns her left ring finger, and a silver woven one on her thumb. She wears a simple locket around her neck always, it was her mothers given to her by her mother and so forth. Her nails are normally painted a jet black though chipped more often than not. She doesn’t really mind looking like a bag lady, but a cute bag lady if we’re honest.
HISTORY[/b]
- was born in Sicily, her mother was Italian from Royal descent and her father an American from New York doing business.
- she lived in Sicily until she was six before her father was called to Toronto on business.
- It was there she grew up going to an elite private school until her parents both passed away in a car accident.
- Her grandparents decided to send her to boarding school, there she met a handsome senior who she hated (Johnny), fell in love with a boy her age and got her heart broken. She made friends and all that jazz but nothing too monumental.
- She’s now currently in school to be a professional photographer with a minor in graphic design.[/ul]
`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!
[/font]Blaine was miserable.
She was beyond miserable. She was angry and she was hurt and she was depressed and she was guilty. She was such a whirl wind of emotions that she wasn't used to the girl didn't know how to handle herself. I mean Alex was back and he hated her, Alex was back and she hated him, Alex was back and she loved him. All of these different ideas paddled back and forth within her thoughts, confusing her and muddling up her life continuously. She wanted to call him and apologize again and then the next minute she wanted to call and tell him how she never wanted to see him again. Deep down Blaine knew she couldn't last long without the boy. He meant everything to her, it had just taken mistakes she couldn't take back to realize that. No one had ever treated Blaine like he did and she'd thrown it all in his face like it meant nothing. But that wasn't fair to her she thought right after wards, he'd left. She'd thought he was gone, truly she did. That was all that would ever make sense to Blaine, the idea that he cared about her more than that didn't make sense. She wasn't used to that sort of love anymore, ever since her dad died that sort of care had disappeared from her life. Sure Will loved her but he had Samantha and Blaine knew and accepted the fact that if push came to shove Will would have to choose Sam. Love was conditional to Blaine, she didn't understand this new thing that was happening and it had scared her to see it working.
The thin blonde found herself at the dock at half past twelve that night. She often found herself wandering around with no where to go at night these days. It was as if she was asking for trouble, begging for someone to come and mess with her. She wanted an excuse to feel some sort of dominant emotion or something to numb it all. Blaine seated herself on the edge, kicking off her flip flops onto the wooden panels before letting one of her feet drop into the cool water. The other leg she drew up to her chest, bare arms wrapping around it for warmth. She didn't like this feeling of emptiness any more. She wanted it to change and she wanted it to change now. Thank god she was graduating soon, she could leave and she could never look back. Move to NY and be a fashion designer or move back to Italy to be with roots. She knew that with the way things were going though she didn't want to be anywhere near sunny California for a long long time. It wasn't worth it, the frustration that came with each part of this city was something she was sick and tired of.
Her blonde girls blew behind her in the breeze, they danced like flames around her face. Pieces licking at her thin cheek bones and flying into her gaze. Her sapphire eyes were flat tonight as she stared out at the reflection of the sky against the water. Her mouth was set firmly, red tinted lips pursed ever so slightly only to be disrupted by her habit of tugging against the flesh of her lower lip with her teeth. The girl thought maybe if she thought it hard enough he would come. He would know and he would come. Alex sometimes had done that, every time it blew her mind but every time he had never failed her. That was always the catch, there was always a catch, he had never failed her and then she had let him. Failure was something we created when we were unhappy with ourselves, she thought to herself. With a quiet sigh she pulled a cigarette out of her pack, it was all she had brought with her tonight. No cell phone and no keys just cigarettes and a lighter. She lifted one of the white cylinders to her lips and lit it, taking a thick long drag and then tilting her chin up to exhale. The smoke coming out in a straight plume and then billowing back around the blonde.
Blaine was miserable.
minimum.
`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!
NICKNAMES if none leave blank.
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? xsarahsayssing
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I mean it’s me. SURPRISE ANGEL! (nina and matty already knew don’t kill me)
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