Post by VERITY GRACE JONES on Oct 5, 2010 22:12:31 GMT -5
verity grace jones
character basics
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.
FULL NAME , verity grace jones.
NICKNAMES , sometimes people call her 'panda,' because of her smoky eyes.
AGE , nineteen.
BIRTHDAY , october thirteenth.
SEXUALITY , bisexual.
GRADE , n/a.
OCCUPATION , n/a.
MEMBER GROUP , townie.
hello, my name is ARIA. i am SEVENTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through CAUTION. so, here's an example of my average post:
it wasn't like bristol to not be calm, composed. but this wasn't the time for calm or composed.
she heard gunshots, screams, running feet. bristol wanted to scream. all this noise, all this motion. it was going to drive her crazy.
all she was doing was sitting in her room, staring at the little pill bottles on her nightstand. she wanted to take some, but it didn't seem right. bristol couldn't stand this kind of feeling. this in-between. she really just wanted to reach out, grab the bottle and pour some pills down her throat. then she'd feel good again. she'd feel normal.
but something in bristol was telling her no. and she didn't like it one bit.
bristol had groaned, and then, like her groan set off a chain reaction, the screams and running feet started. gunshots were heard shortly after.
"what the fuck is going on," bristol said, her voice dripping in the anger of being interrupted that was now rushing through her. she got up from her sunken place on the bed and wandered over to the door, opening it just enough to see a few girls rush past, looking scared and rather confused. bristol rolled her eyes at them. "idiots," she murmured, and went back inside her dorm for a moment to slip her sock-covered feet into a pair of combat boots before walking down the hall in the opposite way from where the other girls were going.
bristol knew this probably was a bad choice. but bristol was brave, and curious. besides, she thought it was most likely an elaborate prank thrown by some cinnamons. nothing serious. (she was wrong.)
she wandered around the dark hallways for a while, just looking for something. she wasn't sure what she was looking for, but there had to be something that everyone was scared of. there had to be a reason. bristol wanted to find it. it wasn't for any reason other than the fact that she was curious. besides, the adrenaline that was starting to pump through her veins was doing wonders. it was making her feel high. making her feel normal again. maybe those pills wouldn't be needed after all.
but once she turned a corner, suddenly she caught sight of a tall boy, and in his hand was a gun. a shiny gun. bristol had seen one in real life before; her grandpa used to keep them around his house because he hunted deer. she'd never been afraid of those guns, but she was definitely afraid of this one.
letting out a squeak of surprise, bristol turned around on her heel, and started to run away. yes, bristol steinbacher was running away in fear. the pitch black hallways weren't easy to navigate, and bristol was running into walls at each corner, tripping over things left in the halls, slipping and sliding on the waxed floors and in her un-tied boots. she was a mess, and would most likely wake up tomorrow with bruises covering her body. that is, if she woke up at all.
bristol didn't know where to go, where to hide. was there anywhere to hide?
she was out of breath, so hopefully she was far enough away from the dude with the gun that he wouldn't try to follow her. bristol hoped that he hadn't even seen her.
but now she was panting, standing in a hallway. she looked around, squinting her eyes to see in the dark. she could barely make out shapes. it didn't help that she didn't have her contacts in, so in the dark everything was even more blurry than usual. but there was no time to dwell on that. for now, she just needed to stop panting and get to a safe place. if there were any safe places left that is.
she heard gunshots, screams, running feet. bristol wanted to scream. all this noise, all this motion. it was going to drive her crazy.
all she was doing was sitting in her room, staring at the little pill bottles on her nightstand. she wanted to take some, but it didn't seem right. bristol couldn't stand this kind of feeling. this in-between. she really just wanted to reach out, grab the bottle and pour some pills down her throat. then she'd feel good again. she'd feel normal.
but something in bristol was telling her no. and she didn't like it one bit.
bristol had groaned, and then, like her groan set off a chain reaction, the screams and running feet started. gunshots were heard shortly after.
"what the fuck is going on," bristol said, her voice dripping in the anger of being interrupted that was now rushing through her. she got up from her sunken place on the bed and wandered over to the door, opening it just enough to see a few girls rush past, looking scared and rather confused. bristol rolled her eyes at them. "idiots," she murmured, and went back inside her dorm for a moment to slip her sock-covered feet into a pair of combat boots before walking down the hall in the opposite way from where the other girls were going.
bristol knew this probably was a bad choice. but bristol was brave, and curious. besides, she thought it was most likely an elaborate prank thrown by some cinnamons. nothing serious. (she was wrong.)
she wandered around the dark hallways for a while, just looking for something. she wasn't sure what she was looking for, but there had to be something that everyone was scared of. there had to be a reason. bristol wanted to find it. it wasn't for any reason other than the fact that she was curious. besides, the adrenaline that was starting to pump through her veins was doing wonders. it was making her feel high. making her feel normal again. maybe those pills wouldn't be needed after all.
but once she turned a corner, suddenly she caught sight of a tall boy, and in his hand was a gun. a shiny gun. bristol had seen one in real life before; her grandpa used to keep them around his house because he hunted deer. she'd never been afraid of those guns, but she was definitely afraid of this one.
letting out a squeak of surprise, bristol turned around on her heel, and started to run away. yes, bristol steinbacher was running away in fear. the pitch black hallways weren't easy to navigate, and bristol was running into walls at each corner, tripping over things left in the halls, slipping and sliding on the waxed floors and in her un-tied boots. she was a mess, and would most likely wake up tomorrow with bruises covering her body. that is, if she woke up at all.
bristol didn't know where to go, where to hide. was there anywhere to hide?
she was out of breath, so hopefully she was far enough away from the dude with the gun that he wouldn't try to follow her. bristol hoped that he hadn't even seen her.
but now she was panting, standing in a hallway. she looked around, squinting her eyes to see in the dark. she could barely make out shapes. it didn't help that she didn't have her contacts in, so in the dark everything was even more blurry than usual. but there was no time to dwell on that. for now, she just needed to stop panting and get to a safe place. if there were any safe places left that is.
