Post by dakota harlow winters. on Mar 27, 2009 18:53:18 GMT -5
dakota harlow winters.
[/color][/font]"but the moment that i first lay eyes on him - all alone on the edge of seventeen."[/color][/font]
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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."
FULL NAME.
dakota harlow winters.
NICKNAMES.
koti; kota; ginger biscuit; 'her'; thingy.
AGE.
eighteen.
DATE OF BIRTH.
october thirty-first.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
bi-sexual.
MEMBER GROUP.
alcohol addiction. (but she has way more problems than that!)
CANON OR ORIGNAL.
original.
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"i'm sexy, i'm cute. the appearance is everything."
HEIGHT.
5'2"
WEIGHT.
123 lbs.
BODY TYPE.
petite.
HAIR COLOR.
orange - naturally brown.
EYE COLOR.
green.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES.
her hair; her smile; her dimples.
PLAY BY.
hayley williams.
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"some say it's what's on the inside, counts."
LIKES.
vanilla sky - the movie. trainspotting - the movie. comic books. alcohol. sex. music. concerts. vinyl records. cds. pacman. paris. fire. mtv two. kerrang. horror movies. confronting people. umbrella academy. men in black, it's nostalgic. to confuse others. getting on peoples' nerves. keybords/pianos. snow. smoking. comic books. beaches. bonfires. getting on peoples' nerves. guitar hero. jack daniels. to write love on her arms. rebelling. swimming. late nights. lie-ins. staying in - but she rarely does. the number thirteen.
DISLIKES.
members of authority. fakes. going cold turkey. public toilets. itchy items of clothing. awkward silences. broken guitar strings. the way that technology is taking over. sports. commitments. having to live up to other peoples' expectations. cheesy advertisements. rumours - but she starts an awful lot. lethologica. 'gangstas'. the way that she constantly loses things. superman. spiderman. 'perfection'. any odd number that isn't thirteen or five.
STRENGTHS.
ambidextrous; surprisingly quick learner; trustworthy; amusing.
WEAKNESSES.
stubborn; obnoxious; blunt; impatient.
HABITS/QUIRKS.
chews her nails; plays with her hair; must drink one bottle of lucozade a day; tries to sit in the same chairs where possible; drinking straws must match the colour of her drink; all lights have to be turned off before she leaves the house; plugs have to be removed from sockets before she goes to sleep; organises her crayons, cds and a majority of other things in alphabetical order; must put certain objects in exactly the same spot after she has picked them up; counts her steps.
FEARS.
death and dead things; large bodies of water; being buried alive; confined spaces.
SECRETS.
has witnessed her father hit her mother, on several occasions; suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder; has pushed a boy down the stairs for calling her fat.
FULL PERSONALITY.
BITCH , Some would say that Dakota is bitchy without realising, but the truth is that she knows full well what she's doing. She criticises almost everybody who crosses her path, and it's very rare that her thoughts on people aren't completely negative. If somebody gets on the wrong side of her then she often spends any amount of time - from an hour or two to a matter of days - plotting revenge against them. There are times when she can be rather spiteful for no reason at all, especially when she's been keeping her feelings shut away and has nowhere to vent them except in the form of insults towards innocent by-standers. Maybe it would help if she apologised to all of the people that she upset once in a while, but she doesn't. How lovely.[/color][/font]
LIAR , Dakota lies. Compulsively. Especially to members of authority. Not because she's poor or to make people pay attention to her; but she was never directly told that lying was bad or anything - it doesn't help that there are times when she is asked, even forced to lie on a regular basis. It's rather worrying when you consider just how fluently that she can lie, even when put under mass pressure. Most of the time she barely even flinches. Amazingly; she can keep track of just about every lie that she's ever told and who she has told it to, so that she never finds herself in a tangled and rather messy web of lies that she has spun for herself. In all fairness, Dakota is much brighter than a lot of people give her credit for.
SECRETIVE , For a pretty long time now; Dakota has had an awful lot of trouble trusting people, mainly because the few times that she has managed to trust people they've simply stabbed her in the back. Now she doesn't tell anybody anything about her background - or any secrets about her currently, like most of the problems that she's going through - until they can prove to her that they won't spread it around the place like wild fire or use it against her in a blackmail style. It's probably a little hypocritical that she sometimes tricks certain people into opening up to her but only using this against them a few days later. In some kind of sick, probably a little twisted way, seeing peoples' lives crash down around them and knowing she did that to them gives her a sense of power.
FLIRT , Well, Dakota is a girl, what can you expect from her? She will admittedly use her 'skills' of sorts to get what she wants in situations, when she tried to persuade people directly it never seems to work. She also flirts with the boyfriends of her enemies just to get on their nerves, sometimes she even leads guys along when she gets bored. Koti doesn't usually mean any harm by thisunless it's an act of revengebut it's just the way that her messed up little mind gets it's kicks. And of course, she flirst most with the guys that she's actually interested in. You can always tell the differences; mainly considering the fact she will try much harder to dig her claws into the males that she wants. If she's only stringing them along, she'll let them go without looking back. Some would say that she's a walking definition of the words 'twisted whore'.
"history starts now, or when i was born."
PARENTS.
mother - unknown.
adoptive mother - allison winters, thirty nine; teacher.
father - unknown.
adoptive father - patrick winters, forty one; lawyer.
SIBLINGS.
none.
BIRTHPLACE.
nashville, tennessee.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS.
none.
CHILDREN.
she may be a little slutty; she's not that dumb.
PETS.
none.
FULL HISTORY.
( I wrote this in first person, but I have a third person version if needed<3)
"Do I have to start from the beginning? Yes?! You are kidding, right? I just don't really see much point in me starting from the beginning. I can barely remember anything about the earlier years of my life. Wouldn't it be easier for me to start from somewhere that I can remember? Oh, okay. But don't blame me if you do some research or whatever and none of it fits, because I'll probably make a lot of it up as I go along; with the exception of the little information that I've been told. They kept it simple when they were explaining it to me so I might not be able to go into much detail. 'Cause, y'know, you're the one who asked me to start from the very beginning... Yeah, I'll just get one with it now. No need to be rude.
Firstly, I was born in Tennessee, seventeen years ago. I can't remember much about what happened there because, well, how was I supposed to? When you're a baby all your mind really thinks about is eating and sleeping. I don't know who my biological parents are, because I was left on the doorstep of the people whom I actually do call my parents a matter of hours after I was born. My mom knew this because she was a midwife. Anyway. They don't know who left me there, and I haven't bothered to search for them because if they really wanted to see me then they would have come searching for me or they just wouldn't have left me on that bloody doorstep anyway. But this chick - I feel weird to call her my mom, she hasn't really been much of a mother to me - left me on this doorstep and knocked on the door. My parents answered the door and nobody was there, until they looked down and saw me. They took me in, I suppose out of a random act of kindness, I don't think they really planned to keep me. But neither my mom or my dad had the heart to take me to some care home or anything, so they decided to adopt me. I guess the situation was pretty strange - 'hi, we found this kid on our doorstep and we'd like to adopt her.' I don't think I would have let somebody adopt a random kid that spontaneously appeared out of nowhere on their doorstep. I suppose it's good that they did otherwise christ knows what could have happened... Did I mention that I was actually born on Halloween? Because I was.
After that, I just did baby stuff. Learnt to walk; learnt to talk; ate; puked; and went to the toilet. Don't look so bloody disgusted, I bet you did the same thing. Why yes, I have been told that I'm blunt, thanks. I went to kindergarten too, although I was kinda smaller than a lot of the other kids so I was picked on a lot. It was a bummer really, because my mom always packed me cookies and chocolate milk in my lunch-box (Batman, if you're so interested) and they stole it almost all of the time. I didn't really have many friends then - that's probably why I don't have many now, either. Consequently, I didn't have any friends when I started school. I got picked on more, by the same people, along with some of the even bigger kids who thought it was funny to squash the newbies against the lockers. Or lock them inside, whichever they felt like. I didn't do anything to stop them. I knew too well that if I kicked them, they would kick me; and if I told a teacher, it wouldn't do anything but make the whole situation a lot worse than it was. I just had to suck it up. I got into comic books and stuff; because they were like an escape from all of the crap that I was going through. I'd run straight from school to the comic book store and stay there until around four o'clock, because that was when my parents got home and they liked me to be back by then. 'Course, when the bullies saw all the pristine copies of Batman and Watchmen that I was always carrying around in my backpack, they took the piss out of me even more. And no - I will not stop swearing, not just yet.
Junior high sucked. I didn't learn anything because the teachers hated it there just as much as we did. I suppose, in some ways, it prepared me for high school - by then, I was already used to the bored, monotone voices of the teachers and having the shit beaten out of me almost every day. Yeah, my first year or so of high school was just like junior high; only in a different, much bigger building with older kids who were even taller than before. Thankfully, at the school I went to, the upper school completely avoided the lower school - they barely even looked at us, nevermind coming close enough to push us around. It didn't stop other members of the lower school bullying me but I was used to it anyway. None of them were very creative - the ones who were just didn't bother to waste their precious time on me - so it was the same insults that they'd been using for years before. Sometimes I'd insult them back, but day-to-day I just couldn't be bothered. In the summer I'd decided that I wasn't going to take anything from anybody anymore but in my opinion, my energy would have been wasted on those twats. But there was this group of guys in the grade above who never seemed to have anything better to do than demand my lunch money.
I just ignored them most days, then they'd see some other kid walk past and decide it would be more fun to go and pester them. Then there was this one day, I suppose no other kids did walk past, because they grabbed my backpack when I didn't answer and chucked me up against the wall. I'm not really sure how it happened, I don't think I really meant to do it. I was just flailing my arms and legs around in a panic and ended up smacking one of them in the face and kicking another in a more, I dunno, private area? From then on I was kinda known as a bad-ass, it's amazing just how fast word of mouth seemed to spread. People still avoided me, it was kinda like nothing changed. Nobody really bullied me as much, so I suppose that was a plus. I was never actually punished for doing it. I guess nobody told a teacher, by then everybody had cut them out of the picture. I just lived my life as normal until the next year... That year, that year was the year I made the biggest fuck up ever. If I'd have known at the time what I was doing was going to lead to me turning into what I am today and stuck in somewhere like this, I would have stayed well away. Of course, you tend to focus on the present more than the future, don't you? And I strongly believe that not even the greatest of fortune tellers could have predicted that.
There were these kids... I don't know if they were new, but I'd never seen them around the place before, let's put it that way. I don't know why they befriended me... I was sitting on one of the benches, messing with my lighter (this was before I'd actually been diagnosed as a pyromaniac, this was when I just thought fire was cool) and they strolled over and asked me if they could borrow it to light their cigarettes. There were three of them, two guys and this girl. I don't know what she was doing there, because she waited until her cigarette was lit then disappeared. I never saw her again afterwards, either; I don't know whether she was with them or not. Their names were Titus and Malachi... They were your typical artsy types, with the thick messy bed-head hair and paint stains covering their clothes. At first I thought they were just going to light their cigarettes and leave, but that was when I realised that my sketch book was on my lap. Yeah, I drew sometimes, still do. That was when I still used comic books as this strange little escape; I'd been drawing the ideal, superhero me. I guess it was pretty good because they clicked on that it was supposed to be me. I think. I kinda panicked, thinking that they probably thought I was a dork, but they just started talking about art and comic books, and how Batman was probably the best superhero because he didn't have physical power or anything, he had gadgets. And an awesome symbol. They invited me to this party that one of their friends were having and I absent mindedly agreed. Hey, it was a chance to finally make some friends, I wasn't going to chicken out and blow everything. It certainly wasn't the kind of party that I thought it was going to be.
I should probably get to the point, shouldn't I? I like to add in little details that aren't really needed. I'm not evasive. I just like to add details even if they aren't that important. When I think back to it, I don't think the party was even supposed to be a party. More like a little get-together kind of thing. Then, some idiots on their block heard the word 'party' mentioned somewhere, by someone, and it didn't take long for the house to fill up. Somebody brought a keg and - as I know all too well - that somebody brought drugs. I don't remember much else but myself, Malachi and Titus all ended up as high as bloody kites and completely pissed. Malachi got lucky with some girl, I think; Titus' brother managed to bail him out of the situation by taking him home and sobering him up; and I passed out in Malachi's closet. I suppose I should be thankful that nobody tried to take advantage of me or something whilst I was in my 'vulnerable state'... Our parents never found out. But that night was the start of a dark and winding road full of alcohol, heroine and a little cocaine when we felt like it. The three of us kinda let each other down - we all agreed never to attend another party or touch anymore drugs; and none of us would drink until we were actually legal. Titus and I started dating, going out, we hooked up. Whatever you want to call it. We all kept each other sober. Malachi was the first one to crack. There was word of another party going around, he didn't actually mention this to us. We were supposed to be going to the comic book store and stuff the next day, but when we went to his house he had a hangover like hell and it didn't take much to put two and two together.
I felt fricking betrayed, but he said he wouldn't do it again. I stupidly believed him - they were pretty much my first friends, I was willing to give them a chance or two. I was pretty sure that I was going to stay on the straight-edge track, but then I found out that Titus' family were moving because his dad had a job out of state. Obviously there wasn't much that either of us could could do so we broke it off. We still kept in touch and we stayed friends, although after that I didn't really have another steady relationship and if Titus had one, he never got around to telling me about it. I don't blame Malachi for getting me into all of the drugs and stuff, I blame myself. I went to the parties with him, yeah, but it was me who said yes to all of the alcohol and everything. During the weekdays, nobody would think that we were on the road to becoming heroine addicts. You're still following this, right? If they think that I'm talking to my bloody self, they'll put me through more tests and crap. Whatever, that has nothing to do with this. Christ knows how we were managing to pass our classes, but I didn't really stop to think about it long enough to question it. We tried to avoid getting high on school nights, although we did get a little tipsy sometimes. Most Fridays and Saturdays were spent at a party somewhere, although after the very first fiasco we never held one at our own houses. I also... kinda, sorta, maybe started to wake up in completely different houses than I can remember partying in; my clothes on the floor. Yeah. That was the start of my slutty reputation.
It started off slowly - it wasn't just BAM, I slept with any guy who crossed my path. When I realised what I'd done I freaked out, and then stayed away from most guys when I was at parties. It wasn't for a few weeks that I ended up sleeping with another guy. The second guy turned out to be somebody's boyfriend. I'm not sure how it happened but when I realised, I didn't regret it or anything. I just laughed in the girl's face and said something about how he couldn't have cared about her that much or he wouldn't have slept with me. At the same time I turned into a slut, I also turned into a bitch. I noticed, but I didn't do anything to stop it. I felt powerful, it was like I was getting my own back for everything that had happened to me previously. I was still my old self deep down inside; I felt like I was letting my family down by lying to them. A disgrace. They always though I was studying at somebody's house, and if I ended up waking up somewhere else I'd just tell them some story about how we didn't notice what time it was and we all agreed that it was a little late and a little dangerous to be walking home, especially alone. Even though I was hungover, I wasn't an idiot. I kept a toothbrush and stuff in my bag so that I could sneak into a bathroom somewhere and brush my teeth before I went home. I started smoking, so I smelt of smoke pretty often too - but when they asked I just said that I'd had to stand near somebody else who was smoking. When I think back now, it makes me feel horrible. I told them so many lies that I started to forget what was the truth.
One night, we didn't know if there were any parties so we rounded a few people up and went to a club. It was so packed that we kinda lost each other - Malachi went off with some girl, one of my friends was passed out at the bar, the rest of us were dancing but there were so many people on the dancefloor and so many flashing lights. I left them for a few moments whilst I went to the bathroom but when I got back, there was no sign of them. I couldn't find Malachi and my friend at the bar had gone - I was fucked. By this time I'd had a few drinks, but no drugs because we'd heard about one or two people getting arrested in the club we'd chosen and nobody was feeling gutsy or desperate enough to risk it. I idiotically decided to stumble home. I can't remember much about it, except somebody pulling me into and alleyway and cold sweaty hands on me. I did attempt to fight them off - and I know that alcohol makes some people violent, but it just messes with my aim - but I failed. I woke up covered in blood and aching all over, then realised that I didn't have my cell phone and the money that I had been carrying the night before was gone from my purse. I'd been mugged; although I suppose that it's better than being raped or something. When I got home I looked a mess, my mom started screaming. There was a lot of crying and yelling, when I finally explained to them what had been happening recently she wouldn't look at me. Not long after all of this happened, it was announced that we were moving to Scotland. Scotland! Because my dad had been offered a job over there. I didn't. Want. To move. To Scotland. Of all places! I couldn't really tell them this because I was afraid that if I did, then I'd end up lashing out at them. So we moved, it sucked. Then I got sent here - the weird thing is that I don't even think it was my parent's idea to send me here. They know full-well that I'm an alcoholic and a drug addict; they know I'm a pyromaniac too because they took me to a doctor about it when we were still in Nashville.
I haven't mentioned my street racing much, have I? I suppose the only way to describe it is like the car chases from Fast and Furious, but with teenagers, in Nashville. Or my pyromania... I set crap on fire a lot, which didn't really make the local police officers very happy bunnies - that's why my parents took me to a doctor, which I suppose was more helpful than them looking down their noses at me and considering me as a criminal. I held beach bonfires sometimes, that helped me stay out of trouble. I just thought that I'd mention these, because I know how you therapists think that if we forget to mention something to you then we have some kind of communication problems. Now you can't say that I missed anything."
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"it's time to meet the puppeteer."
YOUR NAME.
phoebe / phibbs.
YOUR AGE.
optional.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE.
nearly two.
CONTACT INFO.
pm; email; msn if asked.
SECRET PHRASE.
admin's edit
MEMBER TITLE.
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ANYTHING ELSE.
somebody reserved Hayley Williams before I found out that the site re-opened... but I was using her before you closed; I'm a little confused as to whether I need to change to somebody else.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
i think back to the nights when i looked into
your bright green eyes and you said 'lets run away.'
"...park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me..." The sound of Emily Haines and the rest of Broken Social Scene played from the small silver alarm clock in the bedroom of a special brown, floppy haired twenty-year-old. In this bedroom there was a bed, obviously, and a large lump underneath the Batman duvet covers that were scattered across it. At the sound of the music this lump did not move, or show any signs of actual life. To an untrained eye - or somebody who just didn't know what strange positions that he had a tendency to sleep in - it looked almost like a big bundle of clothes. A big bundle of clothes that happened to be breathing. Due to the music, one could barely hear any noises in the rest of the apartment. Well; truth be told there shouldn't have been any other noises, as Jasper was supposed to be the only one in there because his sister had gone to New York for the weekend, something to do with some competition and her art. At least, he thought that it was something to do with an art competition, he had a bad habit of switching off whenever his sister was telling him things and thinking about stuff that was much more important to him, like this one certain person whom he found himself thinking of a lot more than was probably normal... He didn't mention this to anybody, obviously, because he didn't want people to think that he was some sort of crazy stalker who was obsessed with one of his only friends. If Laurellie or Audrey found out, one of them would be bound to tell her - more likely Laurellie, Audrey did actually think about the consequences of her actions before hand and she would probably realise that it would probably freak the hell out of Claudia if she began to think that she was being stalked by Jasper. Lovely.
If the lump under the Batman covers (which yes, was Jasper, if you hadn't already guessed) was actually awake, he probably would have heard the sound of his bedroom door opening, but he was still out like a rock. Out of nowhere; there was a loud yell of "WAKE UP, YOU LAZY GIT!" and something, or somebody, belly-flopping on top of him. The boy, if you could still call him a boy considering that he was now twenty, let out a yelp of shock and probably would have fallen straight out of bed if his cousin Audrey hadn't been kneeling on his stomach. "It's fun to scare the living crap out of you," he heard her giggle as he tried to sit up. "You let yourself in again, didn't you?" A rather tanned arm was brought up to his face as he sleepily rubbed his eye, whilst awaiting a reply. "Yep; it's not like I'd be in for any surprises. You always sleep in pyjamas and it's not like you'd have any girls in here, with the exception of Laurellie." He brushed his hair from his face and raised an eyebrow, even though he knew what was being said by his little blonde model of a cousin was completely and utterly true. He did sleep in pyjamas, all of the time, and he sucked when it came to girls. Even if he was a ladies man, he was head over heels with one girl and one girl only; although he wasn't entirely sure if she knew that. He'd told her she was pretty just yesterday, but he wasn't entirely sure if she knew just how big his feelings for her were. Plus; he was a measly little street musician from a poor family and she was the big ex-rockstar who had been born rich anyway. There was a slight glimmer of hope, caused by the big cuddle he had recieved after telling Claudia he thought she was pretty, but maybe she was just a hugger. "You're a lot smarter than most people probably think that you are." He admitted, pushing Audrey's tiny frame slightly to the left (well, her right) so that she was no longer sitting on his stomach. That was when he actually realised - what was so important that she'd been forced to let herself into his apartment and jump on him until he woke up, anyway? "So, darling cousin of mine, why are you here? Amuse me." He questioned, trying his hardest to sound much more intelligent than he actually was.
"Well." Audrey began, causing alarms to ring in Jasper's head. Whenever she started a sentence/story/whatever with the word 'well,' it meant that he would have to sit and listen to her ramble on about tiny details that were hardly relevant to the point that she was trying to make. His cousin wasn't evasive... just descriptive. "I have nobody to go shopping with because everybody is either in a different state," -by this, she probably meant Laurellie- "too busy or just too darn lazy to come shopping with me. So I'm going to drag you with me instead because you're such a pushover and you rarely say no to things." Oh dear, that was two things that Audrey had gotten scarily accurate about him. Was he really that easy to read or did she just seem to notice these strange little quirks he had? With a sigh he got out of bed; stood in-front of his cousin and picked her up in some kind of fireman's carry. It probably would have shocked most people that he actually had the strength to pick somebody up. The truth was that he didn't - it was proof just how tiny his cousin was. "PUT ME DOWN!" Jasper heard her yelp, thumping his lower back as she did. He opened the door, put her down just outside of his bedroom and shut it again. "I have to get dressed if you're dragging me shopping." He called reluctantly, sending a longing look in the direction of his bed as he realised that his alarm clock was still playing and walked over to his not very big wardrobe. Most of the clothing items were pretty similar - To Write Love On Her Arms shirts, band shirts, normal shirts; skinny jeans, normal jeans, slighty-but-not-too-baggy jeans and a selection of three hoodies. He was pretty simple-minded, which was probably why his clothing was so simple. "HURRY UP, ALREADY! IT DOESN'T EVEN TAKE ME THIS LONG TO GET READY!" Note to self: teach Audrey how to be more patient whilst people are getting dressed. Picking out his white TWLOHA shirt, some drainpipe jeans and his My Chemical Romance hoodie, he hopped around the room trying to pull his pyjamas off and put his clothes on as fast as he could possibly manage. Ohdear.
After Jasper had finally clothed himself and grabbed a bottle of Lucozade to stop himself falling asleep while waiting for Audrey to come out of the changing room (whenever she dragged him shopping, she always promised that she 'wouldn't be long' but she never followed through) they were finally ready to go. He had thought about taking his guitar with him, although Laurellie wasn't there to sing with him or anything and he only did it by himself when he desperately needed the money. He had been told quite a few times by certain people that he needed to get an actual job in music but believe me, he had tried. And failed rather miserably. He was rather content with just playing in the streets - it didn't bring in as much money as an actual job would but that didn't really bother him. He sat in Audrey's car and tried to keep himself occupied for the length of the journey by putting random CDs into the player, pressing 'shuffle' and then repeatedly pressing the skip button until he found something that he wanted to listen to. Audrey had only complained once, and Jasper had fought back by saying that she did it herself so she shut up. Shockingly, the ride passed a lot quicker than he actually thought it would. "I hate Saturday traffic." He heard her mumble, and he was amazed by just how many cars there were in the parking lot. Didn't people walk anywhere anymore? The two climbed out of the car and Jasper felt rather awkward. Shopping here was fine for Audrey, she had a rich father and she was a model. His parents had never been very rich and had always refused whenever his aunt Hazel had tried to help them pay for things. He couldn't afford most of the stuff in here if it was on sale, never mind full price. Designer labels were pointless, in his opinion. "This way, fool." His blonde cousin pulled him in the direction of the music store. "But you already own almost every cd ever released!" He protested - but that was when he saw her. Her. The only red head in the world that quite literally made his heart stop in his chest and his stomach tie itself in knots.
tag. claudiaa/immy, i love yooou!
word count. one thousand, five hundred & nineteen.
status. donedonedonedonedone. lala.
image&layout. miiinee. theyaresocute!
lyrics. american dream by parade the day.
music. backyards by broken social scene.
ooc notes. oogie boogie moogie rawreth.
it turned out longer than I expected;
an awful lot longer. my other posts
may not be this long. -shrug-
word count. one thousand, five hundred & nineteen.
status. donedonedonedonedone. lala.
image&layout. miiinee. theyaresocute!
lyrics. american dream by parade the day.
music. backyards by broken social scene.
ooc notes. oogie boogie moogie rawreth.
it turned out longer than I expected;
an awful lot longer. my other posts
may not be this long. -shrug-
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