Post by Josephine Hamilton on Sept 23, 2012 2:07:37 GMT -5
josephine c. hamilton
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so if by the time the bar closes
----------------and you feel like falling down
----------------and you feel like falling down
FULL NAME:
NICKNAMES:
AGE/DOB:
GENDER:
BLOOD STATUS:
SPECIES:
SEXUALITY:
DESIRED HOUSE:
WAND:
PETS:
i'll carry you home
-------tonight, we are young
-------tonight, we are young
FACE CLAIM:
EYES:
HAIR:
SKIN TONE:
BODY TYPE:
HEIGHT/WEIGHT:
BODY MODIFICATIONS:
CLOTHING STYLE:
so let's set the world on fire
-------we can burn brighter than the sun
-------we can burn brighter than the sun
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
HABITS/QUIRKS:
WISHES/GOALS:
FEARS:
BOGGART:
MIRROR OF ERISED:
DEMENTOR:
PATRONUS:
VERITASERUM:
AMORTENTIA:
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
the moon is on my side
------------------i have no reason to run
------------------i have no reason to run
FATHER:
MOTHER:
SIBLINGS:
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES:
OVERALL HISTORY:
so will someone come and
------------------------carry me home tonight
------------------------carry me home tonight
YOUR NAME/ALIAS:
AGE:
LOCATION:
OTHER CHARACTERS:
EXPERIENCE:
SECRET PHRASE:
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Andrew looked at Ella with great interest. “You smell like… a girl I’d like to get to know better,” he joked and stuffed his hands in his pocket. “Just kidding. I’ll be honest, I have no idea what you smell like, and it would be totally creepy if I did. I just presume most girls smell nice. Just to make sure I’m right…” he walked closer to Ella, leaned in to her neck and inhaled deeply. He couldn’t really describe what she smelled like, because he had like… no idea about girl’s perfume and scents. But he was right, she did smell good. It wasn’t one of those sickening sweet strawberry perfumes the younger girls liked to wear. Why didn’t they just put a note on their forehead which said: “TASTE ME. I’M CHEAP CANDY.” “Is it lavender?” he asked her with a grin.
Ella’s French accent was… perfect. He never knew she spoke French so well, and he found it irresistibly attractive. “Ta beauté m'a charmé,” he said softly as he looked at her. Ugh, he was doing it again. He was pulling the handsome card. Andrew swore he was tired of wasting his energy on medicore girls, but something about Ella had brought out his flirtatious prince charming side again. “… No, I don’t speak French. My dad owns a house in Nice, so I’ve picked up a few words since we go there ever summer,” he admitted honestly. He wasn’t going to lie and say he spoke French very well, because fuck, that language is difficult. “Il est difficile d'apprendre le Français. I bet I even got that one wrong,” he muttered. Since when did he talk about his French skills? He knew easy lines and vocabularies, and maybe the most basic grammar… but that’s it. “Perhaps I need a tutor,” he suggested playfully and winked at her.
He snorted when she told him what everyone thought of his… ‘notching.’ He didn’t really care, because the other girls were just as guilty as he was. “Nah, I’m done screwing the wrong people,” he said bluntly. “They’re cheap. I want something worth my time.” Now, Andrew was probably not the one to talk when it came to these things, but at least he had some sort of standard. The girls he’s been snogging or received a blowjob from were at least good looking, even though their brain seemed to be missing. And those he had gone all the way with – they were hot. Stupid as fuck, but nonetheless hot. He hasn’t shagged that many girls, since he was only 17, but he had to admit he was a bit scandalous when it came to second and third base. “Well, since you took such an interest in my bed, how about yours?” he asked her, almost accusingly.
Andrew noticed how close he was standing next to her. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin from where he stood. He kept looking her right in the eyes, even if he should’ve been more humble and look somewhere else. “My feet are tired, so…” he murmured as he sat down on the floor and steadied himself with his hands. “Feel free to join me, if you like,” he said and patted on the floor right next to him, while he silently pleaded she would.
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carry me home tonight
-------------just carry me home tonight
-------------just carry me home tonight