Post by janedoe on Jun 8, 2011 15:19:02 GMT
Jennifer Ann Lindsey!?
' I gotta learn to dream again, Take me where i've never been.'
' I gotta learn to dream again, Take me where i've never been.'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
" Hello, umm...My name in Jennifer, my friends call me Jenn. Im eighteen,, and last time I check I am a girl. Im a firetamer and I have not taken a side in the war and never will. It has nothing to do with me. I have never dated anyone but if I ever do it would be a guy for sure. ."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
" I look a lot like Jennifer Love Hewitt with my long curly hair. It’s soft to the look and silk to the touch. My eyes are dark, with dark long eye lashes. People say I have a mysterious look about me. With high cheek bones and full lips people say Im pretty but I don’t really judge beauty well. I think im average in height, 5'5" and weighing 159 pounds. "
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
" My personality..? Well Im a quiet one, I keep to myself. Im perfectly happy being on my own, if fact the quiet times is when im the happiest. Making friends is stupid because they always leave in the end anyway. I like playing in the rain, long bubble bathes by candle light, Animals, and the forest at night. But I hate hot and humid weather, mean people, crowds, bugs, and being told what to do. Im terrified of snakes and riding in planes. My biggest secrete is that I killed my parents on accident and I desire to be loved but im to scared to experience it and push people away instead. I have a tendency to look anywhere but at the person im talking to, ignore people when they call my name, and smile to myself. Im a non-religious person, faith is something people cling to so they don’t have to face reality, I got over that a long time ago, I know what the real world is like and faith has never helped me with anything. The war? Oh I don’t care about it. It has nothing to do with me, I just want to be normal. "
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
" I was born in Ontario Canada eighteen years ago to a mother with no family and a father with a huge and very right family. I was an only child so I was spoiled and pampered, I didn’t have a care or worry in the world. When I was three I lit my self on fire during a tantrum and was unharmed, I was a firetamer. My parents of course accepted that their little girl had a gift. I grew up being told my ability was a gift and I believed them. It wasn’t until I was thirteen that my gift became my curse. I came home from school, I had been having a bad day. I went to the dinner table and my dad scolded my for eating before saying grace and I lost control of my temper and screamed ‘Shut up.’ I was angry, felt the fire in my soul engulf me. My mother scrammed and I went from being upset to feeling completely helpless and scared. Fire leapt to the table cloth and rushed along it. My parents stood to run, but it was a big house and in seconds the place was on fire, screams of agony I could here as I simply sat in a pile of where the table had been. I cried then and prayed and begged from them to come back, it was an accident of course. I would never have hurt my parents, I loved them very much. I was sent to live with my Aunt Marguerite, a mean and cold women. She had never really liked me or my mother. We were not good enough for my dad. There was two rules, never play with fire and always stay out of her way. I was there for four years of solitude, no one to talk to. I learned to black out my horrific memories of my parents death. After four year I met someone when I was out in the garden reading. Apparently he worked in the garden int eh weekdays. His name was Matt and it took a while but I warmed up to him, even loved him. He was my best friend. However he didn’t know of my cruse and I wanted to show him. It was a mistake, he freaked out and ran away. I leaned that people would leave, always. I couldn’t rely on others. It was best if I kept to myself and leave others alone. Now im eighteen and legal, I’ve moved here. Why here I don’t know, I just needed somewhere fresh, somewhere I could be myself. "
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
" HELLO! My name is Victoria, I go by Jane on the web. I turned 17 on June 1'st I have t say it feels no different then when I was 16 (: I’ve been roleplaying for almost five years, but I gave it up last year and im just now getting back into it. I am a Grammar Nazi but I have to say if I didn’t have word it would be an epic fail because I cant spell and my grammar SUCKS! I am GMT -6:00, Central time. I am a site maker and Admin of six sites. I Despise Pro Board s but I have to say, no pb site has ever caught my attention like this one. A random fact....Im ready for a zombie apocalypse! (: Its nice to meet you! *Bows and runs away*"Bree had been wandering around outside in the cold all day in her feline form and though she had fur she still managed to get cold. Now she was looking for a place to warm up and was heading for the Mess Hall. She was feeling lonely and really wished she had some friends but when she really looked into the thought she would really rather stay away from other people. In her view people just hurt other people and use them, why would she want to be apart of that. She shook the dark thoughts away and exhaled deeply. Looking up she realized she was at the large doors to the Mess hall. Pushing the doors open a bit she slipped inside. The room was large and empty with tables everywhere. Smiling she walk toward the kitchen and open the door stopping once inside. Once she spotted the large refrigerator she grinned and walked briskly toward it. After opening the heavy silver door she braced herself the rush of cold air. With a sigh she reached up for a jug of milk. However she was a bit short and couldn't quite reach. Feeling frustrated she stepped up on to edge of the fridge and was able to wrap her small fingers around the end of the handle. Smiling she started to pull the jug but once it came off the self it was heavy and she slipped.
Tensing all her muscle she felt the hard tile hit her back and her head crack against the bar. The Jug of milk had landed between her legs busting and soaking her pants and the bottom of her shirt. "Shit" She grounded aloud. Milk puddled around her as she sat there with emotions flooding her body. Simple things. She thought. That's all it taking to get me upset these days. As tears collected in Bree's eyes, threatening to spill over the brim she shook her head and stood up. With the heel of her hands she whipped away the tears that had already started the streak down her pale cheeks. Now feeling like an over emotional crazy person Bre turned and walked away from the mess on the floor to sit at the bar. Determined to stop crying she laid her head on her arms and tried to rain in the emotional that where flaring just a bit to much. 'This is what you get' She thought to her self. 'Keep it all to yourself and mess up all the time.' "ugggh!" Sniffling she lifted her head up and blink the tears from her eyes. She could feel her cold, still wet lashes on her cheeks. With her sleeve she whipped most of the tears off the counter and started looking for a mop.
