Post by TARYN DANE ROSE on Oct 17, 2010 13:01:00 GMT -5
taryn dane rose
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 , taryn dane rose
NICKNAMES , ryn
AGE , twenty one
BIRTHDAY , january ninth
SEXUALITY , straight
GRADE ,
OCCUPATION , model
MEMBER GROUP , townie
hello, my name is LYRIC. i am A MILLION years young and i consider myself an INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through BROKEN AD. so, here's an example of my average post:
"sh*t!"
Her voice rang through the clear day, breaking the almost silence and disturbing the almost peace. She ducked her head, embarrassed, and flipped her blonde hair out of her face so she could see. A red dot of blood glistened on her fingertip, but it wasn't as bad as it felt. Paper cuts always hurt worse than they looked. She wiped the blood on the corner of her towel, turning back to her book, hiding. She had been watching a guy, a cute one, surfing for God knows how long. When he had climbed out of the water, surfboard in tow, she had quickly looked back at her novel to cover her tracks. And now it seemed she had made deeper ones by calling attention to herself. Deva wasn't shy, but guys were a rocky turf for her, and she had been single for what felt like forever. She hadn't had too much experience in flirting, and she couldn't pull through on looks alone. Or at least, she thought as much.
She turned the page, but words floated around. She couldn’t concentrate now that he was out of the water and close enough to see if she stared too openly. She leaned back onto her elbow, crossing her ankles as she stretched out. Deva held the book up as an opportunity to look away and pretend to not notice if he looked her way. As she came closer, Deva sneaked another glance and nearly jumped out of her skin. The guy she had been mooning over for nearly an hour was Ross Bieber, notorious player and womanizer at the school across the way, the boys’ school. And way out of her league.
She searched desperately- but still subtly- for something to cover herself up with. Her bikini was… a bit revealing, to put it politely. Not my fault, she thought, arguing with herself. I was tanning! She considered folding her sunglasses, currently perched at the top of her head, and clipping them in between the top, but decided against it as quickly as the thought had come. Putting them there would only attract attention to her... bosom area. She continued to pretend to read her book, only looking at the meaningless words for the show. And then, all was still. Somehow, subconsciously, Deva had run out of energy to put into worrying. He probably wouldn’t even look her way. So, she relaxed a bit, and focused on her book again. The whole shebang had taken approximately one minute.
Maybe it was nerdy to read on the beach, but the water was far too cold for Deva. She wasn’t sleepy or focused enough to just lay there as she tanned, so a favorite book had had to come. The Notebook. The book is so much better than the movie, she thought to herself.
Her voice rang through the clear day, breaking the almost silence and disturbing the almost peace. She ducked her head, embarrassed, and flipped her blonde hair out of her face so she could see. A red dot of blood glistened on her fingertip, but it wasn't as bad as it felt. Paper cuts always hurt worse than they looked. She wiped the blood on the corner of her towel, turning back to her book, hiding. She had been watching a guy, a cute one, surfing for God knows how long. When he had climbed out of the water, surfboard in tow, she had quickly looked back at her novel to cover her tracks. And now it seemed she had made deeper ones by calling attention to herself. Deva wasn't shy, but guys were a rocky turf for her, and she had been single for what felt like forever. She hadn't had too much experience in flirting, and she couldn't pull through on looks alone. Or at least, she thought as much.
She turned the page, but words floated around. She couldn’t concentrate now that he was out of the water and close enough to see if she stared too openly. She leaned back onto her elbow, crossing her ankles as she stretched out. Deva held the book up as an opportunity to look away and pretend to not notice if he looked her way. As she came closer, Deva sneaked another glance and nearly jumped out of her skin. The guy she had been mooning over for nearly an hour was Ross Bieber, notorious player and womanizer at the school across the way, the boys’ school. And way out of her league.
She searched desperately- but still subtly- for something to cover herself up with. Her bikini was… a bit revealing, to put it politely. Not my fault, she thought, arguing with herself. I was tanning! She considered folding her sunglasses, currently perched at the top of her head, and clipping them in between the top, but decided against it as quickly as the thought had come. Putting them there would only attract attention to her... bosom area. She continued to pretend to read her book, only looking at the meaningless words for the show. And then, all was still. Somehow, subconsciously, Deva had run out of energy to put into worrying. He probably wouldn’t even look her way. So, she relaxed a bit, and focused on her book again. The whole shebang had taken approximately one minute.
Maybe it was nerdy to read on the beach, but the water was far too cold for Deva. She wasn’t sleepy or focused enough to just lay there as she tanned, so a favorite book had had to come. The Notebook. The book is so much better than the movie, she thought to herself.
