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Thursday, October 16th, 2008
11:53 pm	Character Information Name: Michele Lacome Nickname: None - most people just call her Michele. Occasionally, people call her Chele, which she doesn't mind at all. Age: 23 Birthplace: Paris, France Sex: Female Occupation: Dancer, recent graduate of Julliard. Appearance: Michele looks exactly like what you picture when you think of a ballerina - tall with a slender frame and delicate features. She's about five foot six in height with long brown hair - usually worn straight, but sometimes worn curly, and often worn down, wide blue-green eyes, and fair skin. She dresses classically, but with a bit of artistic flair - if she's in jeans and a simple top, she'll wear a fun scarf to dress it up a bit. She also loves shoes. Years of performing have made her used to wearing make-up every day, even if it's just mascara and blush or lip gloss. Sometimes she'll experiment with wilder looks, but she usually keeps it simple, playing up her features. http://ashley-greene.com/gallery/displayimage.php?album=21&pos=34 Personality: Michele is like the popular girl in high school that you wanted to hate because she seemed to have everything come to her easily, but you couldn't because she was also one of the sweetest people you knew. She's very kind and gracious, but she's also shy and it takes her a little while to open up to people. Because of this, some people view her as a snob. She's very determined and eager to please - almost too eager - and strives to do her best in everything she does. She's very hard on herself if she feels that her performance wasn't good enough, which results in her being a bit competitive with others. She's also extremely passionate about dance and it shows in her performance. Those who are lucky enough to have her as a friend know her to be extremely loyal and a very good listener - if someone has a problem, she'll do whatever she can to help, even if all she can offer is a shoulder to cry on. Special abilities/talents: Michele is extremely graceful and flexible, which comes from a lifetime of dance. She's also fluent in French and enjoys photography as a hobby - she loves finding beauty in simple things. Supernatural Affinity: Species/Group: Psychic. Power(s): Telekinesis. Level: Early stages of level 2. Affiliation/Rank: N/A Preferred Prey: N/A History: When she was 24, Jessica Anne Greene, a recent graduate of Parson's School of Design, moved from New York City to Paris, France to pursue a career in fashion. She interned under a famous designer for several years before starting her own line, which, over the years, became very popular. During that time, she met her husband, Nicholas Lacome, a well-known businessman, and the two quickly fell for each other. Within six months they were married, and within a year, they'd had their first child - Michele Christine. Michele spent the first years of her life growing up in Paris with many advantages, though her parents made sure to instill the importance of working hard and earning what you got in life, since they'd both worked extremely hard for their success. She began dancing at a very young age, and when she was sixteen and her family relocated to NYC for her mother's career, she begged them to let her audition for the School of American Ballet instead of attending a normal private high school. Her father was reluctant at first, but her mother pointed out that dance was Michele's passion as fashion had been hers, so he agreed. She was accepted, and after graduating from the SAB when she was eighteen, she went on to study at Julliard. After graduating Julliard, she was accepted as a principal dancer in the NYC ballet. It was around this time that she started realizing she could move objects with her mind. It was small enough for her not to notice at first. Toys would move on their own while she played with her little sister, her dance shoes would go from being next to her dance bag to right beside her. But as she got older, she realized that when she concentrated on an object, she could move it without touching it. This frightened her and she did everything she could to suppress it. Most of the time she was able to control it, but sometimes when she got angry, upset, or frustrated, things would start shaking on their own, which only made the situation worse. Once, when her mother was visiting backstage after a performance, she mentioned to Michele that she and her father were thinking of sending Elisabeth, her eight year old sister, to a boarding school. The idea of her sister being sent to boarding school, especially at such a young age, made Michele furious and the vase that held the flowers her mother had brought her shattered. Michele was horrified that this had happened in front of her mother of all people, but she was surprised when her mother, instead of reacting in fear, simply asked her why she hadn't told her she was telekinetic before. Michele was shocked to discover that this was something that ran in the family - her grandfather and her mother's sister had both had psychic abilities, though the trait had skipped her mother. Her mother told her that her cousin was also telekinetic and where she could find her - in Mysteria, North Dakota. Soon after finding this out, Michele took a leave of absence from the NYC ballet and went to visit her cousin to get some more answers. Flaws: She's very competitive - she always strives to do her best and is very hard on herself when she doesn't do as well as she thinks she could have. She throws herself into everything she does, and this has occasionally caused her to injure herself and/or stressed her out to the point where it's effected her health. She's also quite shy, which causes some people to think of her as a snob, and she wears her heart on her sleeve, which causes her powers to get a bit out of control at times. She's a perfectionist. Everything needs to be just so in her life - in her room, in her dancing, in everything she does. She gets a bit uneasy when things are out of order or out of her control. Merits: She's very artistic and loves finding beauty in everything. She's graceful, which comes from years of dancing, and carries herself very well. Her parents are very well off, and even though they were able to provide Michele with everything she wanted and needed, they made sure to teach her that she had to earn everything she got. Because of this, she's a very hard worker and determined to do the job right. She's extremely loyal, and will do whatever she can to help a friend who's in trouble out, even if it's just listening to them. She's also very protective, especially of her baby sister, who she misses terribly. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. Preferred PB (played-by): Ashley Greene Information from you Your Name/Pen: carlee Age: 23 Email Address: revvedupgirl@gmail.com AIM: this pink ribbon Your Journal: designate_this on ij. Plans for character: she's recently relocated to mysteria to live with her cousin so she can figure out what's going on with her and how to handle it. Anything else: if anyone is interested in playing her cousin (about 25, also with a psychic ability, male. they have a semi-close relationship, having previously communicated through e-mail, but haven't had a chance to see each other in a year or so), i would love that. :) Sample Roleplay: She sat in the chair, slumped forward with her arms folded on the table, as she focused intently on the glass of water in front of her. She'd been staring at it for what felt like hours and she'd only been able to move it a few inches toward her so far. "You really have to focus, Chele," her cousin said from behind her, urging her quietly, not wanting to break her concentration. "I am focused!," she said in a sharp voice, and the glass shook suddenly, water splashing over the sides. She got a pointed glare from her cousin as a result, ans she sighed and went back to concentrating. "Just relax. Focus, but not too hard. You need to be calm for this to work," he said, his voice gentler this time. Michele nodded, taking a slow, deep breath, and focusing again, clearing her mind except for the thought of the water coming toward her. Come to me, come to me, come to me... And just like that, the glass slid slowly across the table and into her waiting hand. She smiled, then lifted the glass to her lips, taking a long sip. Sample Journal Entry: I've been traveling for days, which is something I should be used to by now, but for some reason I've hardly slept. Maybe because when I traveled before, I knew what was going to happen - a performance and a few days in a new city before moving to the next, and then the next, and to the next. In Mysteria, I've got no clue what to expect. There's also the fact that I haven't seen my cousin in a long while and now I'm going to live with him. He's been very kind about letting me stay with him and attempting to help me control what's going on with me, but I wonder if it's what he really wants. I hope I'm not intruding on anything important. And I really hope he can help me with my...ability, I guess is the best way to put it. It still sounds so unreal, and I can't believe Mama would keep something like this from me for so long. She told me that she just never thought to tell me - because she didn't have it, she'd thought I didn't have it - but how can you keep something that runs in your family from your family? Then again, she managed to for twenty-three years. Perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 6th, 2008
3:22 am	m/a fffa. She would have missed it if she has turned a second later, and she almost wishes she had, because the look she catches throws her. It's subtle, you couldn't make it if you didn't know him, but there's something in the quirk of his eyebrow and the pursing of his lips that she can't quite read. His eyes flick briefly to where hers and Logan's hands are still clasped, and then the look is gone. She wants to ask him about it, but they have to figure out how to get things under control before she can. --- She's in heat one night and he catches her, takes her back to his apartment before she can act on anything. She thinks he wants her all to himself until he shoves her under the cold spray of the shower. He doesn't let her leave until it passes, and he tries to keep her mind occupied, but his scent is too intoxicating, too strong, and all she wants if for him to make it go away, all she wants is for him to touch her. He gives up and finally takes her to his bedroom, but it's not for what she thinks or wants. The last thing she remembers before she's knocked out is his voice ("Sorry, Maxie" in a harsh whisper) and his fingers pressing at the pulse point at her throat. She wakes up in his bed still clothed and safe and a little calmer, and she makes a mental note to make sure they bring back a case of his favorite liquor on their next supply run. --- (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 10th, 2008
12:30 am	theatrical muses - tru davies application/our issues - max guevara application tv-lz @ theatricalmuse.net Muse Name: Tru Davies Fandom: Tru Calling Current Other Muses: N/A Canon or OC: Canon Sample/Topic: 242 - Write about a time that you were the bearer of bad news. When you work in a morgue, there's a lot of times when you're the bearer of bad news. After you prep the body, you have to figure out who they were (if there wasn't some sort of ID on them that did that job for you) and who their family is so they can come by and identify the body. That's never an easy call to make. It gets even harder when they get there and you have to tell they how they died. Sometimes it's a murder or a suicide and now you have this family who have just had their lives torn apart and you have to ask them if there was any reason for them to be murdered or if there were any reason they would kill themselves. You have to shatter their perfect image of their family member, and it's heartbreaking to see their reaction. If you saw that expression, you'd want to do whatever you could to erase it. (private) Which is why I think I keep doing what I do. It's harder than the regular duties at the morgue, even harder than calling the family, because when someone asks for help and my day does a rewind, it's not like I can just break the news to them by telling them. That might make it a lot easier, but I've tried going that route before and the person either looks at me like I'm crazy or asks me to leave them alone. Even if you're trying to prevent it, people don't want to hear that they're going to die. So I guess Please include: Name: Carlee Muse's Name: Max Guevara/X5-452 Muse's Fandom: Dark Angel Also, include a brief 150 word answer in character to this question. What do you see as the biggest problem you and your significant other are facing in your relationship? I guess the obvious answer would be the virus. Before I got out of Manticore - or more accurately, before they let me escape - they injected me with a virus targeted specifically to Logan's DNA. If we so much as touch each other, he dies. Once I found out, I went back to Manticore and got the antidote, burning the place down in the process, but Renfro told me there was no cure for it. Even after it's gone, Manticore continues to screw with my life. (private) But if I'm gonna be completely honest, I don't know if that's the biggest problem we have. I was always worried he'd end up dying because of me. He leads a dangerous life, but I'm a lethal weapon. Plus, there's people who want me dead and they won't hesitate go through the people I love. So the real biggest problem we're facing? It's me. Please email a copy of your application to issuesmods@gmail.com (Comment on this)
Monday, July 7th, 2008
10:50 pm	getaway story - heat scene. After all that's happened it seems ridiculous that she still has this to deal with. It strikes her as funny in a sick sort of way that this side-effect of her biological make-up used to be the biggest of her problems and now everything else has gotten so awful that she forgot it was coming at all. But now it's back and it feels more intense than ever, her skin burning and begging to be touched and all of her senses on overdrive. It makes the city almost too much to deal with, sights, sounds and smells clogging her brain and giving her a headache and so she stays in the motel bed under the covers, tossing and turning and trying to sleep. When she wakes up there's a note from Alec scrawled on a piece of scrap paper. At the bar across the street, come by when you wake up. She wonders if he knows. She switches the loose sweats and t-shirt she's been sleeping in for a tight black tank and jeans and goes, making a beeline for the bar. It takes her a few minutes to spot him and his eyes meet hers at the same time and it's clear that if he didn't know then, he knows now. They barely make it outside before her mouth finds him and he kisses her back, matching her fire and passion, months and maybe years of pent-up tension, sexual and otherwise, finally being released. He pushes her against the brick wall of the dirty alley, cupping her jaw and working his lips along her throat. She sighs, tilts her head back and closes her eyes, and then she feels his hand go underneath her shirt and she freezes. Visions of when this first happen suddenly flood, unwelcome, into her mind. Thirteen or fourteen years old, barely more than a kid, up against a wall in an alley just like this, on a night just like this... In a matter of seconds she's that girl again, reliving that moment, and even though so much worse has happened since then she can't shake the fear. She stiffens, begins to shudder. Alec stops, pulls back to look at her frozen expression, and something she can't quite read flashes in his eyes. His arms go around her then, hold her until she's relaxed enough to move. "Let's go back," he whispers, and she nods, wraps an arm around his waist and clings tightly as he leads them back to their temporary home. ---------------- Once they're back it's as if it didn't happen. Max is wrapped around him, tight as a knot, and her mouth is everywhere at once. He complies at first, the pheromones are only so easy to resist, but he remembers the look in her eyes in the alley, the sudden panic and sadness, and he stops, his hands trapped under her shirt, barely touching the smooth skin of her stomach. ---------------- He complies even though he doesn't believe her, because the both need it and it's not just biology reacting. These months have been hard and awful for both of them and they need this to feel something good, to feel anything at all. So he does what he can to make it good for her, to help her forget the pain for a while. ---------------- When it's over she cries, sobs wracking her body as she curls on the edge of the mattress. It strikes him how easily she breaks now, he's seen it more often since they went on the run than he has since he knew her. She's so different now from the girl she was when he was first let into her cell, with so much less hope and so much more sadness and fear, that it breaks his heart to look at her. He'd like to believe that brave, determined little firecracker is still alive, that she can be brought back somehow, but right now all he sees is this broken shell of a girl he once knew, a girl who's lost everything and blames herself. He looks on at her for a long moment, wanting to give her comfort that he's not sure she wants from him. You still have me, he wants to say, but he knows he's not her first choice. So he decides not to say anything, instead reaching carefully around her and pulling her against his chest, holding her close. It gives him a tiny bit of hope when she doesn't pull away. (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 15th, 2008
12:24 am	dexter article Because of the Writer’s Strike that lasted from Nov. of 2007 until Feb. of this year, television networks were at a loss for what to air in place of their new and most popular shows once they ran out of episodes that had already been shot. Many television networks opted to create new reality shows in place of their regular programming for February sweeps. CBS opted to do something different – take a popular show from a pay-cable network they owned and edit it for network television. The show they decided on was Showtime’s Dexter. Dexter is based on a series of novels by Jeff Lindsay. It stars Michael C. Hall as Dexter Morgan, who works as a forensics expert specializing in blood-spatter analyst by day and hunts down and kills those he feels escaped justice by night. Adopted at a very young age by an FBI agent, Harry Morgan learned early on that there was something off about his foster son. Rather than turning him in or sending him away, Harry taught Dexter how to blend in with normal society and not get caught, so he could take care of the criminals that slipped through the cracks. Years later, Dexter has become an expert with blending in, helping his wanna-be sergeant sister solve murders and even scoring himself a girlfriend, who, in his own words, is just as damaged as he is. Obviously, a television show of this nature would need to be edited quite a bit before it could be shown on CBS, even in its 10 p.m. timeslot. Dexter began airing on Feb. 17 and even before it aired, the Parents Television Council was calling for a boycott. CBS is well known for television shows featuring different branches of law enforcement tracking down different killers, but the problem that the PTC has with Dexter, according to PTC president Tim Winter, is the premise of the show. “You are in a disturbingly queasy way rooting for a mass murderer to kill somebody," Winter says, according to an article in TIME. Since the show has aired, there have been complaints from both sides – from fans of the show and books who feel that the show was too censored and from the PTC who feel that the show has not been censored enough. As far as the show itself, (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 8th, 2008
1:02 am	mysteria application. Character Information Name: Mackenzie Eden Nickname: Kenzie. She does not like to be called Mac. Age: 22 Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois Sex: Female Occupation: Dancer/gymnast, server. Appearance: Stands at about 5'6, slender but curved figure. Wavy, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Usually dresses in tight clothing - tank tops, jeans, etc. She's got a small tattoo on the backside of her left hip of a tiger lily, her mother's favorite flower. (http://www.holoweb.com/cannon/images/tigerlily.jpg) Personality: Very guarded and tough. Will not hesitate to punch your lights out if you touch or look at her the wrong way. Does not trust people easily. Despite all this, is a very outgoing person who never turns down an opportunity to have some fun. Despite her prickly attitude, she will generally be friendly to people when she first meets them, unless they say or do something to offend her. Once you get to know her and she decides she likes you, she is still what you see on the surface, but a lot friendlier. People often act with surprise when she suddenly starts treating them nicer - they often think she doesn't like them. Kenzie's very aggressive and driven - once she knows what she wants or needs, she doesn't stop until she gets it. She's always up for a challenge, especially when it comes to a game of pool. Her aggressive and impatient nature has sometimes gotten her into trouble at her job - customers sometimes see her as rude. She's got a taste for danger, which shows in her affinity for bad boys and motorcycles. Special abilities/talents: She is a trained gymnast and dancer and at one point was competitive in both. Very flexible, packs a good punch, can handle herself in a fight. Supernatural Affinity: Species/Group: Human. Power(s): None. Level: N/A Affiliation/Rank: N/A Preferred Prey: N/A History: Mackenzie Renee Eden was born on October 3rd, 1985, the result of an affair between an artist and a model, Donna Eden. After getting pregnant, Donna decided to work as a secretary for her agency, though she did a little more modeling after Kenzie was born to help pay for everything. Mackenzie and Donna were very close, despite a few rough patches as Kenzie was growing up - she was a bit of a wild child. At a young age, Donna enrolled Kenzie in dance classes. She loved it, showing a lot of talent and promise at a very young age. Later on she began taking gymnastics in addition to her regular dance classes and soon began competing. Kenzie was a good student throughout elementary, middle, and high school. Though she struggled a bit with math, she excelled in reading comprehension and language arts. She was fairly popular, with a handful of close friends, and though she acted out at times, she was generally well liked by the faculty. Things changed drastically a few weeks after Kenzie's eighteenth birthday when she came home to an empty apartment. She figured her mother was working late until the police called, telling her there had been a car crash. Donna had been killed by a drunk driver. After her mother's death, Kenzie was devastated. She abruptly quit dance and gymnastics and competing and closed herself off from the friends she had. People continued to reach out to her, but she wasn't very responsive, not wanting anyone to see how crushed she really was. After graduating high school, Kenzie attended a two year school, graduating with an associates degree in liberal arts. She opted not to attend another school after graduating, instead working at a popular restaurant/bar. Kenzie lives alone in an apartment above a tiny sushi place in Chicago. She has recently started taking dance classes again, because she's truly missed that part of her life. Her bedroom is a bit of a revolving door, because as independent as she'd like to think she is, she doesn't like being reminded of how alone she feels. As far as she knows, her father has never tried contacting her or her mother, and she prefers it that way - after living her life without him in her life, she never wanted anything to do with him. Little does she know she may have a deeper connection with him than she ever could have guessed... Flaws: Promiscuity: She's got no qualms about sleeping around and does it to not feel so lonely. Temper: She's very hot-headed and will often lash out at people, sometimes becoming violent. Example: She's been known to punch a guy out for spilling a drink on her. Reserved: She's very closed off emotionally, not wanting anyone to see her pain. This results in her not getting involved with any serious relationships or friendships. Merits: Tough: Growing up in the city and losing her mother at a young age have made Mackenzie develop a thick skin. She doesn't let the little things bother her. Observant: She notices things about people and places and commits them to her memory. She's also quick to pick up on whether or not someone is being dishonest. Brave: Kenzie has seen her fair share of dangerous situations, but she doesn't back down from protecting herself or others. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Preferred PB (played-by): Eliza Dushku Information from you Your Name/Pen: carlee Age: 22 Email Address: revvedupgirl@gmail.com AIM: this pink ribbon Your Journal: designate_this Plans for character: bella and i have plans with kenzie and one of her characters (caleb). caleb would be mackenzie's half brother. Anything else: nope! unless there's something else you need. Sample Roleplay: Mackenzie woke up as she usually did - to sunlight steaming through her windows and into her eyes. She cast a look over her shoulder at the man who was still in her bed and groaned a little. Cute guy, maybe a little baby-faced for her tastes, but he was nice. She just hoped he wouldn't read too much into what they'd done - the nicer ones tended to do that. She slipped out from under his arm and dressed silently in a pair of baggy black sweats and a tiny gray t-shirt, leaving her feet bare as she padded into the kitchen. The hardwood floor of her apartment was a bit cold, but she accepted it, hoping the sensations would help her to wake up a little more as she set about making a pot of coffee. It wasn't too long before she was no longer alone. "Morning," a male voice said from behind her. She winced a little, hoping he wouldn't read too much into the fact that she was making coffee. Oh, but he was, and she realized that as she turned around. "Hi," she said, her voice neutral, a little tense - she really hated it when these things got awkward. He smiled at her, walking up to her, his eyes bright as he tried to wrap his arms around her. "So, I thought maybe we could get breakfast or something." She slipped away, turning back to her coffee pot. "Uh, actually, I've got a lot of things to do today before work - cleaning, dance class, grocery shopping..." She couldn't see it, but he frowned. "Oh. Well, maybe if you're not too busy after work..." Kenzie groaned inwardly, wishing desperately for some sort of distraction - anything would do at this point. Her prayers were answered when her phone rang. "'Scuse me a second?," she said to him, flashing him a bright smile before picking up the receiver and placing it to her ear. "Hello?" As she heard the voice on the other end of the line, she frowned. "Yes, this is she..." The voice continued after she confirmed her identity, and suddenly her current troubles were forgotten. Her eyes widened and she nearly dropped the phone to the floor. The person on the other end of the line had said he was her brother. Sample Journal Entry: I never cared about finding out who my father was. When I was younger, I was curious. I know I must have asked, because I remember Mom sitting me down when I was in the first grade and telling me that he wasn't in our lives, that he had been someone she'd met a long time ago who left for a small town and a real family. After finding that out, I just remember that I stopped caring. So my dad wasn't in my life, he didn't care about us or try to contact us. I had Mom. She was enough, she always took care of me and made sure I had what I needed. Even after she died, I never wanted to find him and I was so glad when social services decided not to try to find him and make me live with him. He's never been a part of my life and I've always liked it that way. But today I get a phone call from a boy who says he's my brother. I can barely even begin to process this in my mind. Someone else out there who's my family? Who grew up with someone I never cared to know? Part of me wants to call him back up and tell him to leave me alone, to forget he knows about me and to never contact me again. But there's a much bigger part that's telling me not to ignore this, that I can't ignore this. And I guess I can't. Because as much as I'd like to deny it, I want this, I want someone I have a deeper connection with in my life. I want family. Maybe I need it. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
4:03 am	now we're rocking on the dancefloor, acting naughty\\ m/a scene, o_u. intolerable wit (2:00:01 AM): Joshua: ::Sitting in the crowd, watching everyone dance.:: "Max and Alec have mad grooves!" ::He said awkwardly, grinning wide-eyed and bushy tailed at Cindy.:: OC: "Doggy-dog, that ain't dancing, that's matin'." Joshua: "Max and Alec gettin' busy on the dance floor?" OC: "Damn straight." this pink ribbon (2:02:26 AM): max: ::has her back pressed to alec's chest, one hand over his where it's resting on her left hip, and one placed at his neck.:: you're good at this when you're not trying to pull any complicated moves. intolerable wit (2:08:06 AM): Alec: ::Rolling his hips with the sway of the music, popping his waist against her backside whenever the beat called for it. Hands sliding down the one clutched at her waist to smooth low over her abdomen, as his grin widened against her neck.:: "Dancing and sex are one in the same, Maxie, and I pull off those complicated moves better than anyone else in here," ::He defended with a snort, popping his hips with the beat again, which just so happen to punctuate his point.:: this pink ribbon (2:15:34 AM): max: ::she made a soft "mm"ing noise as his hips popped and his hand trailed over her stomach. a flush spread over her face, and she lost her train of thought for a moment.:: in the bedroom, maybe, but i don't know about the dance floor. though i've gotta say, you're holding your own right now. ::she kept up with the rhythm of the music, her hand trailing down his throat as she turned her head to meet him, a challenging look in her eyes.:: intolerable wit (2:23:03 AM): Alec: "Hmph." ::He was well aware that they weren't alone inside the mess hall, but the bodies of many a transgenic were crowded onto the make shift dance floor in the center of the cleared mess hall. Music pounded through the building, rattling the metal infrastructure, and so Alec had little care to the attentions of others.:: "You say that now," ::He teased, continuing with the ebb and sway of the music, hips rolling but with a little more attitude than before she'd insulted his dance skills. His hand, which had been occupied with her abdomen now found further entertainment with the waist of the jeans she'd poured herself into. His fingertips grazed the hem of her panties, before slipping beneath and disguising his true motives with an exterior roll of his hips. She would find a mischievous glint in his eyes, but little more than a faint smirk on his mouth as he uttered,:: "Shhh." ::His eyes locked with her own as he pushed further down, seeking the desired destination.:: this pink ribbon (2:32:26 AM): max: ::her breath hitched in her throat before she could form a response as his fingers slipped past the barrier of her jeans and underwear. she stiffened momentarily, the expression in her eyes going from glazed to admonishing and back as he pushed further down.:: exhibitionist, ::she hissed before arching her back, molding herself to his chest.:: intolerable wit (2:39:58 AM): Alec: ::He exhaled a quiet breath of confident laughter, lids falling heavy over his eyes when she arched into his touch and he was forced to move away and into it all at once. The hand that wasn't busy working her beneath the shield of jeans, started moving down the arm draped around his neck to ghost over her chest before settling just shy of her breasts. The other hand, the one down south, had found its center and started a rhythmic massage against the sensitive flesh in tune with the beat of the room.:: "No one's watching," ::He soothed, lips brushing over her shoulder, as his eyes glanced around for emphasis.:: "And if they were, I still wouldn't care," ::He admitted with a lascivious grin.:: this pink ribbon (2:49:04 AM): max: ::she shook her head, panting a little but trying not to show how affected she was getting in a place that was this public.:: of course you wouldn't. ::a little moan escaped her throat before she could continue.:: didn't think you were being literal when you compared dancing to sex. intolerable wit (2:55:39 AM): Alec: "Like it would matter," ::He uttered a little breathless, between the movement and the mounting arousal, the exertion was inevitable.:: "Everyone knows we're sleeping together," ::He said in a glib voice, eyes still heavy lidded as he paused in their banter long enough to pace his breathing - he didn't want to look that affected to the outside world, even if his dick was as stiff as a flag pole at this point. His eyes did finally close, however, once the little moan escaped her mouth and he was forced to bite his lip over the groan which threatened to loose its self. When his eyes did reopen, they were liquid fire.:: "But aren't you glad I was?" ::He asked, voice playful and husky, as his fingers started to slide in an up and down fashion at her heat.:: this pink ribbon (3:07:44 AM): max: ::her eyes fluttered open, wide and glazed as she looked back at him and his fingers started moving faster in a vertical motion.:: yeah, ::she breathed out, her knees buckling as she tried to hold back a scream. she sagged against him, trying to hide this but it wasn't really working, especially with his arousal pressing into her back.:: intolerable wit (3:18:16 AM): Alec: ::His low, gravelly chuckle turned into a groan that, if possible, went even lower.:: "Fuck," ::He gasped out, forcing his fingers to press harder against the nub at her center, as his hips lost its rhythmic roll to the music and instead started to jerk without the control of the beat pounding out around them. He didn't care who saw, but at this moment, he really didn't care. His mouth opened in a quiet moan, as his teeth grazed the exposed skin of her shoulder.:: "Shit," ::He muttered again, but this time it wasn't one hundred percent out of pleasure, it was because he could feel the pleasure mounting, the tingle from his center working its way through his body in the familiar wave of release. He was going to have some clean up to do and soon at this rate.:: this pink ribbon (3:30:00 AM): max: ::it wasn't long after he pressed at her clit until she started convulsing, and she whimpered high in her throat before burying her head against his neck, her lips grazing the delicate skin as she vocalized her release with a soft moan. her eyes blinked open in curiosity and she looked up at him, questioning, before she felt his hips jerk involuntarily against her backside. she thought about giving him a taste of his own medicine, but decided it would be in both of their better interests if they took this elsewhere.:: closet? ::she muttered, jerking her head in the direction of the door.:: intolerable wit (3:36:16 AM): Alec: ::Oh, if that wasn't enough to make him spill himself inside his underwear, he really was a god of sexual stamina. Alec didn't even bother to hold back the groan that followed her sudden release, feeling her body quake with the wave of release that he'd caused from within her.:: "If I last that far," ::He murmured, obviously pained from the sudden still of their motion, which had been working him toward a very quick, very nice orgasm. He blinked, collecting himself before slipping his hand free of her jeans to snake around her body to his and slip inside his khakis to adjust that ever-present erection to look a little less . . . well, there. He didn't waste time in grasping her by the upper-arm and all but hauled her through the crowd, toward the closest utility closet and promptly inside where darkness soon swallowed the both of them and he was thankful they both had decent night vision.:: "Oh, this is great. There was more room out there," ::He grunted, breathing irregular as he looked at her with a certain desperation in his gaze. It was really starting to ache down there.:: this pink ribbon (3:47:24 AM): max: ::she didn't waste any time, hearing and seeing his urgency, and she made quick work of undoing his belt and pants, shoving them down with his underwear before getting to work on her own jeans.:: would you have rather gotten off in front of everyone out there? ::there was a bite to her tone, and she gave him a pointed glare - no, she wasn't forgiving him for that any time soon, no matter how good it had felt.:: intolerable wit (3:52:47 AM): Alec: "Uh. Yeah," He answered a little sarcastically, as he grunted around the quick work she made of undoing his pants and shoving them, as well as his underwear, swiftly down his hips to pool at his ankles. "You didn't seem to be complaining," he pointed out with a bite in his voice that mocked her own cord of irritation. He didn't know what she was bitching about, he was the one with the raging hard-on. /end. this pink ribbon (4:02:33 AM): max: "Kinda hard to do that when you're making it hard for me to think," she shot back, shoving her jeans and panties down and stepping out of them after she kicked off her shoes. She shoved him against the nearest flat surface, which happened to be against the door, before gripping his shoulders and leaping to hook her ankles around his waist. She thanked God for transgenic reflexes as she positioned herself before pushing herself over him, sheathing his length within her. A low, guttural moan escaped her as she did this, and her head bowed against his shoulder, giving herself a moment. /end. intolerable wit (4:09:01 AM): Alec: ::To say she caught him off guard would be an understatement, so it was little surprise that when she shoved him against the wall - where he thudded against it rather ungracefully - he wore a mask of indignant surprise. What the fu-- He raised his eyebrows and reached for her when she launched toward him, arms quickly encircling the small body that practically manhandled him.:: "Ma-" ::He started to bitch, but he was silenced by the slick, wet heat of her core sliding over his dick, which throbbed even more at the assault on his senses. He swallowed any further retort and grasped her hips, as she attached herself at his shoulders and started to move with abandon. He met her with a sharp thrust; all that pent up release just waiting to be stroked, even if it meant this would all be over very soon.:: this pink ribbon (4:18:50 AM): max: ::She moaned, grinding hard as she shoved herself onto him in a punishing rhythm. Her head snapped up to glare briefly at him before moving her hand to the back of his head, her fingers twisting into his hair.:: "Shut up," ::she uttered, her voice low and dangerous before he pulled him against her mouth, kissing him fiercely.:: intolerable wit (4:23:33 AM): Alec: ::He hissed at her aggression, glaring daggers at her once she wrenched his head forward by the hair. It was painful, but not enough to really hurt, and besides, the onslaught of pleasure she was riding out on top of him was far more powerful.:: "Ah-" ::He gasped, screwing his eyes shut as her mouth collided with his own in a tangle of lips, teeth and wet heat. He growled into her throat, loosing one of his hands enough to reach upward and collect a handful of long, dark hair which he used to tug her head back in a swift jerk to expose her neck. His lips tore away from her mouth as he set to devouring the clammy skin he found therein, licking it in a lewd fashion before raking his teeth across it. His thrusting was becoming rigid and erratic the more they played this game, and it wasn't long before he was cursing and rasping her name in a breathless mantra against the curve of her jaw when his body caved to the overwhelming desire to release. He spilled himself within her, wet, hot and hard as he continued to follow her insistent pattern, riding out his climax with loud, breathy noises that would be sure to raise eyebrows once they left.:: this pink ribbon (4:35:16 AM): max: ::She cried out, her eyes opening wide as he all but yanked her head back and lapped and nipped at her throat, and as he spent himself within her she felt the shivering pleasure ripple through her all over again. She panted, her eyelids nearly sliding shut as she watched him recover and worked at doing the same, her arms moving to hook loosely around his neck. Her entire body was loose and weak, muscles spent and exhausted, and she had to work to keep herself from sliding to the floor. intolerable wit (4:38:17 AM): Alec: ::He heaved a much needed breath of oxygen from the hot, sex scented air in the small utility closet. There wasn't much room, but they were both spent and exhausted from their covert exploits, so Alec grasped her for support and slid his back down the length of the wall until he collapsed on the floor with her in his arms. He exhaled once his head fell back against the wall, eyes closing as he fought to regain normal breathing.:: this pink ribbon (4:43:24 AM): max: ::She nuzzled against his neck, tracing a fingernail lightly along his barcode once she'd regained some of her bearings. Her eyes remained in a half-open state, and she shifted a bit, relaxing against his chest.:: intolerable wit (4:46:38 AM): Alec: ::He raked a hand through his own tousled, sweat streaked hair, before bringing it to rest around her back in a gentle half-embrace. His fingertips danced at the stray locks of dark hair which tickled his hand, stroking the soft strands absently as he listened to the pounding of music outside the closet door.:: this pink ribbon (4:49:43 AM): max: ::It took her a short while longer before she gained enough of her breath to speak, and when she did, her voice was a breathy rasp.:: Feel like going back out there?, ::she asked, her tone innocently curious, though she didn't really want to and she doubted he did, either.:: intolerable wit (4:50:50 AM): Alec: "Not exactly," ::He answered quietly, throat raw from their noisy exclamations.:: (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 10th, 2008
3:00 am	max/alec fic for jam_pony_ficathon. prompt: domestic. WIP. Max knew as she was waking that it was going to be an interesting morning. Sunlight streaming through the windows. She was naked, lying face-down on a soft but firm surface. The room was unfamiliar, and yet she knew she'd been here before. There was a very familiar scent in the air, one she knew well, and it was unnerving to smell it combined with her own. She sat up, pulling the sheet over her as she tried to process the events of last night in her mind, one thing at a time. She had been in heat. She had run into Alec. They'd had sex. And now she was just waking up and she was still in the bed and he was in the other room making... Max frowned, sniffing the air. Was that...coffee? He was making her coffee. And this was usually the time where she was slipping out of bed to awkwardly pull on clothes and doing her best to leave without a sound. This was usually the time where she started loathing herself and her genetics and her life but something about this felt different. Getting out of bed and pulling on a spare T-shirt she found on the floor (she wasn't even looking for her own clothes, what was this?) Max decided it'd be in both her and Alec's best interests if she figured out what it was. He was at the counter, rummaging in the cabinets for a couple of mugs and wearing only a pair of boxers. She had to smirk to herself, of course he wouldn't be modest, especially after this. Alec turned, a look of mild surprise on his face, possibly at her state of dress, or more likely because she wasn't ripping him apart for what had happened. She would have been insulted if she hadn't been wondering about the same thing. He recovered quickly, offering her an awkward smile and a mug of what looked like dirty water. "Morning." "Morning," she replied, keeping her voice neutral. Her eyes searched his, trying to determine how he felt about this, trying to get some answers, some clarity. But there was none to be found, he was remaining as neutral and passive as she, and that was frustrating because he was always the one with something to say, with some snarky, inappropriate comment on the situation. Was she supposed to take that role now? It would be appropriate, given that she was the one who'd initiated this, but she was more interested in getting to the bottom of the situation than doing what he wasn't. She sighed, then took a sip from the mug Alec had handed her. Maybe the caffeine would help her brain kick into gear. Only it was all she could do not to spit the sip back out. The coffee was burnt and nasty with grains floating in it - it was like drinking sludge. She grimaced, managing to swallow it down without gagging, and looked at him. "What is this?" His eyebrows raised, giving her a look of mild surprise. "It's coffee." "This isn't coffee." "Well, that's what the can said." "I think the can was mislabeled, then, because this is disgusting." He shrugged, taking another sip, or attempting to, anyway - he didn't look like he was enjoying the taste of the coffee any more than she was. "The sex was better." Her words nearly caused Alec to spit his coffee back into his mug, if he hadn't been about to do that already. She smirked from behind her mug. Alec managed to swallow, setting his mug down on the counter before turning to her with an awkward shrug. "Well, I was always more skilled in the bedroom than I was in the kitchen." That could be up for debate. Max didn't actually speak her thoughts, instead she looked around. "Where's the coffee maker?", she asked, waving the mug around - if there were any grounds left, maybe she could make it consumable. He shook his head. "No coffee maker. I boiled it, then strained it with that...strainer over there." His thumb jerked towards the sink where the colander was sitting, lumps of grounds caught in the holes. "It was a labor of love, you ungrateful woman." He paused, glancing at her cautiously. "You really take me for granted, you know." She had nothing to say to that, and so she looked down, suddenly feeling guilty. It was the truth, but she didn't really do it intentionally, not to hurt him. But now that he'd said it out loud, she wondered if that made a difference. If that made it right. Even if he didn't seem to mind. He was still looking at her, as if he were searching for something, and she didn't know what it was, but he seemed to. It frustrated her that he could read her so easily and it was all she could do to try to keep up with him. "Use my body, insult my coffee, run me ragged. I should be offended." There was a pause. "I'm not. But I really should be." Max glanced up at him, cautious, but there was nothing to be cautious about. He wasn't attacking her, just stating the facts in that blunt way he always did that always seemed to get under her skin. She sighed, running a fingertip along the rim of her coffee cup. "Look, I..." She felt almost as if she should apologize, but she didn't really feel guilty and from the looks of it, neither did he. "Thanks." His eyebrows rose again, as if he'd expected something entirely different from her, the same look he'd been giving her all morning. "Don't worry about it. I won't tell if you don't." She continued to fiddle for a moment, staring at her hands and the mug before sparing him another look. "I, uh...don't wanna make this any more awkward, but shouldn't we..." His brows furrowed, confused. "Shouldn't we...?" She huffed, getting frustrated. "Shouldn't we talk about this?" Green eyes went wide, looking at her with even more confusion, if that were possible. "You want to talk about the two of us having sex last night?" He shook his head slightly, fixing her with a pursed lipped expression. "It was your heat, Max, what's there to talk about? You're off the hook, if that's what you're worried about." She had to laugh at that. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." She shrugged, placing a hand on her hip and fixing him with a no-nonsense expression. "No, I mean, I'm not trying to make this anything it's not, but, well...what do we do now? About us?" He pursed his lips, and she could practically see the wheels turning in his head. "Ah," he started, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. "Look, Max, I was kinda expecting you to come out of the bedroom this morning and rip me a new asshole, call me an opportunistic jackass - perv wouldn't have shocked me either." He laughed, still awkward. "I've had a lot of one night stands, they're fun while they last, but you don't actually attach yourself to the other person. It's just sex, you know? You don't dwell on it, it doesn't get awkward." She nodded. She got it, she'd never really been the type to go for the one night stand relationship herself, save for the ones that had been a result of her going into heat, but she understood it. But she couldn't help but think that this felt different, even if it was just because they were friends. "Yeah. Only, I don't know. I've had a few before too, but this feels a little different than your typical one night stand." He stared at her, looking skeptical. And a little unsure. "It does?" Max shrugged, busying her fingertip with the ring of her mug again. "Like I said, we're friends. We work together, we see each other every day. To just try and pretend that this never happened would likely put a strain on things after a while." "And God knows we've got enough tension between us as it is," he said, waggling his eyebrows with a little smirk. She couldn't help it, she laughed again, shaking her head as she swatted at him. "Exactly." They were quiet for a long moment after that. It wasn't as awkward as it felt like it should have been. Alec cleared his throat and shrugged before speaking up. "Well, we could always do it again just to be sure." She knew he was expecting her to hit him after that. But it actually didn't sound like a terrible idea. "Might help make things a little clearer." He chuckled. "Max, I was just kidding." "I wasn't." He froze, turning to stare at her, bewildered and likely wondering if she'd really just said that and he didn't have time to do much else before she was stepping close to him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling his body flush to hers, rolling to her toes so she could press her mouth to his and kissing him hungrily. Alec broke away, staring down at her, the stunned expression still in his eyes. "Not that I'm complaining, Maxie, but we are sure we worked all that heat out of your system last night?" And then that little detail didn't seem too important to him as he bent down to kiss her back, his tongue swooping inbetween her lips to taste the inside of her mouth, a kiss that had her blood rushing and her head spinning all over again. But even as he kissed her she could tell he wanted a real answer, confirmation that this was one hundred percent in her control this time. So she broke away, giving them both an opportunity to gasp air, and gave him a look that was predatory, almost dangerous, though all she wanted to do was play. "If we hadn't, you wouldn't have made it out of bed this morning." He regarded her for a moment more, still testing the water, and she knew why but she really wished he would stop it with all the second guessing. "Fair enough," he muttered against her lips, brushing his against hers lightly before he grasped her hips, propelling her up and settling her down so that she was seated on the edge of the counter top. He spread her knees apart, just enough so he could nestle between them, and found her mouth with his own again, lacing her lips with his tongue. His hands remained at her hips, heat spreading through her from his palms and fingertips. It occurred to her that they were only two steps away from being naked and getting this show on the road, and so she wriggled a bit, trying to get out of the t-shirt she'd borrowed, but he stopped her with a firm hand at her hip. She whimpered in protest as he detached his lips from hers and chuckled, his breath hot against her neck. "Patience, Maxie," he muttered, pulling back to fix her with a dark look as he trailed a hand lightly along her thigh, his fingertips skimming along her body, over the curve of her waist before grasping her right breast. He smirked, holding her gaze for a second longer before dragging his lips along the length of her neck. She drew in a quiet gasp as she tilted her head, allowing him better access to her throat. Her eyelids fluttered to a half-open state and she tried to grasp onto some kind of semblance of reality, because this all felt so surreal and yet it was very much happening. And it was so not them, this was so not her, she didn't do these situations and when she did, she didn't do them well. She overthought and worried and ultimately blew it. And yet it felt right, despite how wrong it should have felt with him, and she was finding herself arching into his touch, pulling herself closer and dragging her fingernails lightly along his bicep as her lips found his shoulder. Her other hand tugged at his boxers, trying to pull them off, but he just shifted, twisted his body so that he was still between her legs, but just out of that particular hand's reach. "Tease," she accused in a throaty whisper, groaning as he twirled her nipple between his fingertips. She thrust her hips forward, insistent, and with that she nearly fell, would have fallen if Alec wasn't there with a steadying hand at her backside and an arm around her waist. Manticore had done especially well with his reflexes, she couldn't help but think. "Thought we were past the name-calling," he said with a grin, pressing his lips to hers in a hard kiss before spinning her around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter. He set her down for a moment, just enough time to settle himself on the edge of the counter, and once he was steady he grabbed at her wrists, scooting back to give her more room as he pulled her up to join him. "What, and lose our common ground?," she grunted as she pounced, her legs draped on either side of him. He laughed and she could feel the muscles of his abdomen tremble beneath her fingertips as her hands trailed over his stomach to the waistband of his boxers and lowered himself to his back, shifting to help her rid him of them. "You're right, that would just make the situation even more awkward." Max snickered, shaking her head. "Always the smart-ass," she said, reaching down and then up to pull the shirt over her head. Only he wasn't anymore, his expression switching to something solemn as he looked at her, his eyes going a little glazed, looking at her with a lust-drunk stare. He locked eyes with her, reflecting reverence and something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It made her uncomfortable - the sudden gaze he had trained on her. Looking at her with respect and admiration and as if she were something beautiful. Something precious. He needed to stop looking at her like that or doing this again wasn't going to have the effect she'd hoped it would. So she leaned down, her mouth hot and fierce as she kissed him, trying to make this what it was supposed to be. She could feel his hands skim over her back, spreading warmth through her body all over again, and she tried to ignore how nice it felt as her hands found his shoulders and gripped. Max broke away again with a sigh, pulling apart just enough to shift back and position herself before lowering over him. She dared to look at him again, and that same look was in his eyes as he reopened them, and she could have sworn the green had darkened at least two shades than they had when this had started. He skimmed his hands up her thighs, resting one firm at her hip and the other at the small of her back, pressing gently and coaxing her forward, encouraging her to start moving. So she did, her rocking slow and sinuous, slow almost to the point or torture. Her initial intention had been to make it hard and fast, like it had been last night, like everything was about them, but it felt better to do this, stretch it out and make it last. And she was tired of fighting how she felt about things all the time. Even if she still wasn't sure how she felt about him. But he was there with her, guiding her with a palm pressed to the small of her back, coaxing her into harder thrusts. His hands were strong and steady, but gentle at the same time, and she trusted that if she were to lose her balance and slip off of the counter top that he would catch her before she fell. She wasn't too concerned with the idea of falling, though - she was too busy losing herself in this haze of ecstasy. Pleasure was spreading through her slowly, reaching to the tips of her toes and fingers, and she had to shut her eyes before it got to be too much, because she didn't want this to be over before her head had a chance to clear. His hand was moving then, skimming up her body to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her down. Her eyes fluttered open, fixing him with a questioning look. But he had no answers for her, he just kept looking at her like he had been before, and it made something stir inside of her even as he drew her forward into a long, slow, kiss. No, no, no, no. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he wasn't supposed to be looking at her like that, they weren't supposed to actually be getting anything out of this besides sex. That had been why she'd started this, hadn't it? But she was starting to forget that she was worrying, reverting back to her old behavior, as he kept kissing her, kept touching her, as she kept moving on top of him. It felt good, sinfully good, to lose herself in the moment again, and for a moment she could forget how things were really going to be different this time. And the more she thought about that, the angrier she got. This wasn’t fair, what he was doing. This was supposed to be an escape, this was supposed to make things easier, somehow. But he could never make things easy for her, he had to throw a wrench into her plans and screw with everything. And now he was screwing with her head and her heart and she wasn’t going to have it anymore. She increased her pace, pulling away from him, steadying her hands on his shoulders as she rose herself up and down, her pace fierce and heated and angry. His eyes blinked open, staring up at her in confusion, and she just glared back down. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
10:48 pm	aritcle Every year, college students from all over the world apply to the Disney College Program in hopes of getting offered a paid internship at the Happiest Place on Earth. A position in the College Program promises a once in a lifetime experience in which you can learn transferable job skills, earn college credit, and network with one of the most recognized companies in the world. It also offers free admission to the parks and the opportunity to meet and befriend people from all over the world. Students attend a presentation, fill out an online application, and are interviewed either in person or on the phone, and within about three weeks, they receive an envelope letting them know whether or not they’ll be heading to Orlando to live and work for five to seven months. Last January, I was one of those people. I had spoken to several people who had done the College Program during the process of applying and then after being accepted and I knew several people who would be a part of the program the same time that I would, but when my family and I arrived in Orlando via the auto train, I was still unsure of what I should expect. My first day involved a lot of going from station to station and filling out paperwork. I was also assigned to my apartment (a three-bedroom with five roommates in Chatham Square) and told about the meetings I would have to attend tomorrow. At that meeting, I was given the basic rules of the program and living in the apartments and later that day I found out where I’d be working. The third day involved a three-hour long class called Traditions, where we learned the history of Disney and the origins of the Disney College Program. When you apply for the program, they have you pick five positions you would be interested in working. My dream field would have been Entertainment, but unfortunately, I missed the audition date, so that option was out. Instead, I went with Character Attendant, Operations, Costuming, Merchandise, and Hospitality and ended up getting chosen for Operations. Operations hadn’t been my first choice (that had been Character Attendant), but I thought maybe I would be working on a ride, which would have been a lot of fun. Or working as a parking attendant, which was a possibility that I was dreading. When they handed me the pamphlet saying I’d be working as a hostess at Pleasure Island, I had no idea what that meant. Little did I know that it would mean that I’d be working in a far different environment than I’d been envisioning. Pleasure Island, as it turns out, is the nightclub section of Downtown Disney. Downtown Disney offers a wide variety of shopping and entertainment (Comment on this)
Friday, January 18th, 2008
7:30 pm	application - kingdom college - jessica rabbit OOC NAME; carlee AGE; 22 AIM; this pink ribbon EMAIL; revvedupgirl@gmail.com TIME ZONE; (GMT +/-) eastern. IC DISNEY CHARACTER; Jessica Rabbit CHARACTER NAME; Jessica Elizabeth Hartigan AGE; 20 BIRTHDATE; 10/3/1987 HOMETOWN; Los Angeles, California. SEXUALITY; Heterosexual. MAJOR; Criminal Justice, with a minor in Voice. CLUBS, FRATERNITY/SORORITY, SPORTS, ETC.; Zeta Theta Beta sorority sister, currently nothing else. PB; Danneel Harris (one, two.) [OOC: I know Jessica's eyes are green instead of brown, but I can get color editing done if needed.) PERSONALITY; Jessica is self-assured, cynical, streetwise, sensual, a bit manipulative, and very loyal to those she loves. People look at her and automatically assume she's trouble, or more beauty than brains, based on her appearance, but she is not one to be taken advantage of. She's very smart and observant and knows how to handle herself in tough situations. She's very outgoing and revels in the attention that she gets, though on the surface she'll appear very stand-offish and aloof, shrugging the praise and attention off. She strives to do her best in whatever she does, never wanting to take the easy way out, doing whatever it takes to make sure she (and others) get what they deserve. When it comes to parties, Jessica likes to have fun, but she prefers to keep control, limits herself when it comes to drinking and refuses to do drugs. She has good instincts and knows how to take care of herself. Being built the way she is, she gets plenty of inappropriate attention, which she generally ignores unless she knows she can work the situation to her advantage (such as getting a direct answer from someone, or when she's performing). Despite this, she never plays with the emotions of those she cares about - love is something she takes very seriously, and she doesn't want to be someone's cheap fling or one night stand. (Which is not to say she hasn't made mistakes in the past, but she's more careful now.) She makes sure she looks her best every day, even when she's just going to class, but despite her concern over her own appearance, she doesn't care about appearance when it comes to other people. Who you are on the inside matter much more to her than how you look on the outside. She would do anything to help those she cares about. FEARS, STRENGTHS, & WEAKNESSES; FEARS; Heights, poison, being poisoned, drugs, side effects of drugs, being raped, losing her father. STRENGTHS; Good judge of character, good at keeping her head in tough situations. Knows how to handle a gun and a few other forms of self defense. A very talented singer. Ambitious. Doesn't judge based on appearances. WEAKNESSES; Confident to the point of being conceited, competitive to the point of stepping on people to get what she wants. (Her intentions are generally good, but sometimes she takes it too far.) Manipulative. Also has a weakness for affection, her family and friends, and a good sense of humor. HISTORY; (At least 5 paragraphs. Talk about their childhood, and what school was like for them. Discuss their means of attending college, i.e. scholarships, parents paying, the character paying, or student loans. Remember to keep key facts of a character's canon past. Example: Cinderella still would have a stepmother and two stepsisters. Note: If canon for the character applying for fails to mention the fate of parents, whether or not he/she had siblings, etc. feel free to create a family past of your own choosing.) Jessica was born in Los Angeles, California on October 3, 1987 to an musician mother (Kathleen Irving-Hartigan) and a detective father (Detective Edward Hartigan, LAPD). She was immediately daddy's little girl, being doted on and spoiled by him, though both her parents adored her. When she was younger, she stayed home with her mother, who would play piano and sing in addition to playing with her. As she got a little older and learned how to speak, Jessica would try singing along and imitating her mother's moves, much to the delight and amusement of her mother and to the chagrin of her father. In addition to telling her fairy tales, her father would tell her detective stories, both fictional and real-life stories from being on the job, which Jessica found fascinating, hanging onto every word. Despite having parents with very different and exciting careers, Jessica's upbringing was fairly typical. She attended a public school and did very well, making a good amount of friends and mingling well with the various social groups. She went through the normal little girl phases of taking dance, art, and music lessons (the latter given to her by her mother). As she entered middle school, Edward decided he wanted her to take self-defense lessons as well, knowing how dangerous the world could be. He wanted her to be able to defend herself, should the need for her to arose, and so she began taking self defense classes, which consisted of tae-kwon do, kickboxing, and when she turned fifteen, how to handle a gun. Edward was right to be worried for his daughter's well-being, because when she entered high school, she started getting a lot of looks and attention that she'd never gotten before and wasn't sure what to make of. She went with it, not sure what else to do, and didn't change herself, though it annoyed her that people were starting to look at her differently. Her opinion was "I'm still me, why does how I look now make a difference?" She remained the bold, outgoing spirit she always was, which some of her peers saw as being overly flirty and sensual. As it turned out, her classmates weren't the only ones who saw her that way - towards the end of her sophomore year, her biology teacher made a move on her. When she refused him and threatened to tell, he laughed her off, saying no one would believe her over him before attempting to attack her. Jessica was totally shocked and disgusted that someone she'd trusted as an authority figure would abuse his power like that. She fought him off and ran home to tell her father, who immediately pressed charges. Jessica had always been intrigued with the justice system and how it worked, and after her case was closed and her former teacher was put behind bars, she asked her dad what it took to become a detective. Edward was delighted that his daughter wanted to take the steps to right the wrongs in the world, and both he and Kathleen were relieved to see that the experience hadn't traumatized her. Instead, she became bolder, if that were possible. She learned to laugh off whatever judgments were made about her, taking the lewd looks and comments with a grain of salt, and was active in school, doing very well in her classes and joining the cheerleading squad and choir. She also continued music lessons with her mother. When it came time to apply for colleges, Jessica seriously considered her options. She wanted to become a detective and study criminology, but she still wanted to continue studying music and developing her voice. She decided to make Kingdom College her first choice, because it offered programs in law enforcement and music. She was thrilled when she got the acceptance letter and a partial scholarship, because it meant that her college expenses wouldn't be too taxing for her family (her family is fairly comfortable financially, but college is expensive and they are by no means millionaires). College has been a great experience for her thus far, she's doing well in her classes and a member of a sorority (Zeta Theta Beta). Life's short and she intends to enjoy hers. SAMPLES SAMPLE JOURNAL ENTRY; (This must be in first person and as your character. At least two paragraphs.) Whew, what a week. It seemed like every professor was required to give out at least an hour of homework a night. Including music classes. In Voice, they want us to learn a song in Italian by the end of the month, which is only a few weeks away. It shouldn't be terribly hard, but in addition to the work in some of my other classes? It's a handful. Money's been getting kind of tight lately. Not that I'm starving, or that my clothes are threadbare and I'm a step away from being naked, but it'd be nice to be able to go out and splurge every once in a while. There's parties on campus (which are a given if you're in a sorority, I guess), but there's also clubs right in the city, just a monorail ride away. Of course, you need money to get into those sort of things. And while I know I'm not left wanting for the important things, I doubt Daddy would be too happy about me spending money he sent me for school essentials on shopping and going out. I think that getting a job might be in order. I wonder what's available... THIRD PERSON SAMPLE RP; (This must be at least 200 words long, written in third person, and as your character.) Jessica was walking down the streets of the Downtown District by herself late in the evening. The nightlife was just starting, and she could see couples as well as lonely boys and girls dressed to kill starting to make their way into the clubs. Maybe that's an idea, I could work at one of the clubs. Too bad I don't have a bartending license, I bet they make good money... She kept the idea of working at one of the clubs in mind, but wanted to explore other options as well. So she kept on moving, looking at stores and restaurants and making notes of what places were looking for help when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She frowned, puling her bag closer to her body and looking around for who had tried to get her attention. Not seeing anyone right away, she kept moving, but was now more alert, keeping an eye out for whoever it was. It wasn't until she got back to the monorail station until she felt someone tap her again, and she whirled around, grabbing the person's wrist and holding it with a grip that was deceptively strong for someone of her height and build and looking with them with a non-threatening, but dangerous stare. "Can I help you?" (Comment on this)