Post by sadie smith . on Aug 16, 2009 19:11:17 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] eighteen, may sixth
height ,[/color] 5'6
body type ,[/color] curvy/slim
sexuality ,[/color] heterosexual
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] taylor swift
group ,[/color] high school student[/ul]
being loud, going shoeless, being cold, brain freezes, text messaging, public displays of affection, sewing, dancing, making ugly faces, bear hugs, her siblings, sunglasses, acoustic music, spending time with her best friends, the prospect of her future, being independent, cracking her back, old western movies, cooking, going to shows, waking up early, going to sleep late, reading, spending afternoons at home in pjs, talent search tv shows, cold showers, midnight swims, long car drives, mid-afternoon naps, being tackled, animals, children, biting my fingernails, laughing a lot, smiling too much, being over-emotional at times, getting confused, and walking around bare foot.
dislikes ,[/color]
being rude, not smiling, gossip, manipulation, saying no, being talked about, smelly people, cherry flavor, quiete people, prissy people, fish, dead things, racism, being judged, judgmental people, sleeping in, mornings, eggs, hate, unintelligent people, unsympathetic people, splinters, red nail polish, Gatorade, coffee, soap operas, cooking, being mature.
fears ,[/color]
well, i'm afraid of drowning because swimming isn't my strong point and i'm pretty sure it's not a fun way to die, spiders because they're posionous and the way they walk creeps me out, horror shows since seeing all the ways people die and stuff is not the most comforting thing in the world, falling in love because then i'm more likely to get hurt, becoming the crazy cat lady because i have a liking for cats and i'm prone to not fall in love, the dark because anything can happen in the dark, and guns.
habits ,[/color]
biting her nails, daydreaming, making ugly faces, cracking her back, smiling hugely, cussing, getting in fights, being right
flaws ,[/color]
cussing, nerdish ways, trusting, naive, forgiving easily, and always wanting to be right.
personality ,[/color]
There are a few things you need to know about corie before you attempt to get to know her. The first is that she has far too much energy. It's endless, ridiculously so. She's one of those people who can't sit still for long. She gets bored incredibly easy, which is why she doesn't stick to one thing for long. She has the attention span of a gnat. Rambunctious, boisterous and hyper-active are all words that could easily describe the eighteen year old. Not to mention somewhat annoying, irritating beyond belief and... quirky. There are a bunch of little things about her that most people tend not to notice. Like her obsession with the sixties and intrigue with people like Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters (not that she would openly admit this obsession) or her tendency to be more than a little germaphobic. She smiles too much and laughs too loudly, but it's those kind of things that make corie, corie.[/ul]
Her humor is also a thing that sets her apart from the crowd. She's been told she has a very... unique sense of humor for a sixteen year old girl. Being sarcastic and neurotic apparently isn't all that common among teenage girls these days, depressing as that may be. A day isn't complete without a roll of the eyes and a sarcastic remark mumbled under her breath. It's part of what makes corie tick. Some would classify her humor as rude - she gets a huge kick out of watching people fall, spill stuff all over themselves and other "boy"like pieces of comedy. To some, corie acts like more of a boy than she does a girl. Not that that's a bad thing, or particularly true either. She just enjoys humorous things, and to corie that includes watching people make complete asses of themselves.
Though she has a generally sweet disposition, corie gets cranky extremely easily, especially when she's lacking in sleep - which happens more often than not. It's not that she walks around like a bitter bitch, ripping everyone's head off if they look at her wrong - she just takes offense to things said negatively about her more seriously than she would if she was rested and content. She gets moody, too. One minute she'll be laughing and happy, and the next she could be pissy and pouty. Her emotions are like a Rubix cube. You never know how it's going to turn out, no matter how hard you try to keep it right.
siblings ,[/color] none
other family ,[/color] none
history ,[/color]
beginning from early in life, my life wasn't going to be picturesque. my mother got pregnant from a one nigt stand and by the time she woke up the next morning, the guy had already left. of course, she probably slept through the day because of the drugs she took. anyway, my mom didn't know she was pregnant until she was four months along, and she couldn't get an abortion. but, even after learning about the little life growing inside her, my mother, carrie, went out and partied hard with all the drugs she could take before passing out. from the beginning you could tell that my mother could give a flying fuck about me and my safety. she was lucky i wasn't harmed. so, when the time finally came. it all went surrpisingly smooth. i was born healthy and when the nurse asked if my mother wanted to hold me, she refused. but, instead of being logical and giving my a better life, she decided to keep me.[/ul]
by the age of five, i hardly knew what love was. something made up in fairytales. because my mom definitely made sure to tell me everyday that i wasn't loved. my mother hated everything about me. probably because i looked nothing like her and didn't want to become an addict, like her. it was a wonder why no one called protective services on my mother. i made sure to stay after school at a friend's house or to go to the library, or something. i never came home before eight at night. if i did, my mother would be there. when i got home, she would be gone partying and i would make myself dinner and then go to bed. i would always lock my door and i installed a bolt lock on it, just in case. don't you love that a five year old would have to do that?
but it was all safety, you see. my mother's boyfriend liked little girls. and you could count me as little. if he was high or drunk and my door wasn't locked, bad things would have happened. it was like that until i was fifteen. i grew up having to fend for myself and gradually learned to hate mommy dearest. by age fifteen, i tried to run away twice, but been returned back to my mother. my mother just disregarded it and would make me do everything and anything for her. eventually, i got a job. i didn't care about the money, but i kept more than half of my paycheck for myself and gave the rest to my mom so she would get off of my back and go buy drugs. instead of trying to force them on me.
i hate my mother, yet it feels like i'm repeating history by going out and partying and being so naive with every boy i meet. the only time my act is together is when i'm working in school. i got good grades and kept them up so i could get the money for a scholarship or save up money or something to get away from my mom. and finally, at seventeen, my chance came. i saved money up to come here. that was as far away from texas as you could get. and i forgot to tell my mother.
age ,[/color] seventeen
years of experience ,[/color] three
gender ,[/color] female
anything else ,[/color] nahhh
role playing sample ,[/color]
--------Being here in santorini greece really changed a person's perspective. instead of always wanting to be away from family, or begging to have a long trip to somewhere tropical, you realize that in some ways, the perfect life isn't all it's cracked up to be. instead, it was really boring. bailee missed her family and all their quirks that drove her mad. she missed being able to walk from her school to her house and then back again in less than ten minutes. she even missed that everyone in town knew her, and she them. here, it seemed all the hustle and bustle of the city streets never ceased and it always amazed bailee at how little people noticed one another. they could run right into each other, say their apologies and help pick up dropped items without ever so much as looking each other in the face. and really, why would you? everybody here had places to be, people to meet, things to do, and attractions to see, the possibilities were endless! and that might have been the reason that bailee probably didn't have many good friends for the first month and a half. now though, bailee knew how to navigate the streets with ease and not worry about the people around her. she had many friends now and tons of things to do. but it was always nice to watch the people near her, or to stop and watch the world go by. especially for bailee. basically, she wanted to take time to smell the roses. she wasn't going to stay here forever. after all she had a family, a life back home. either way, bailee found a reason to love santorini a little more every day. she found little things she liked or tiny details most people overlooked and sometimes shops that amused her. so, that was the main reason why she had loved strolling the streets on her days off of school. sure, bailee had a full workload this semester, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. so, she had taken the day off to explore santorini a little more.
--------So, that was basically the reason why she'd gotten up at six o'clock this morning. bailee's alarm woke her up at the crack of six, and she pretty much had a heart attack. she hated the sound her alarm clock made because it always sounded like a bomb going off. but, even if she left it on for ten minutes, her college roommate wouldn't even move, much less wake up. sometimes, bailee was jealous of that, but she couldn't help the genetics in her family. bailee got up and layed out some casual clothes for the day. it was going to be a solo date today, so she really didn't feel like dressing up or putting on a ton of makeup. instead, she took a twenty minute shower and then put her hair into a high ponytail. the curly waves were already drying and she knew that unless she styled it wet, it would be a big mess of friz and curls all day. the ponytail would suffice. staring at her reflection, bailee put on a tiny bit of foundation and lip gloss. then she threw the lip gloss in her pocket and off she went. the mornings in santorini were the best part of the day by far. there was hardly anyone up and the sun was already shining. she could hear seagulls and the whistling of nearby boats. bailee made her way around to the places she hadn't been and basically got lost in the city. she had to ask for directions multiple times, and usually had to use the only greek words she knew. by the time that lunch had actually come around, bailee had already found, shopped at, and wrote down the addresses of four little shops she liked. bailee had finished off one ham sandwich and two bottles of water before she had even gotten back to a main street. but that didn't dull the gnawing feeling that overtook her stomach at the smell of fresh baked bread and pastries. at the first sign of a restaurant, bailee ran for the door and noticed the great curving calligraphy that seemed to be the trademark of the eatery.
--------She walked in and immediately the hostess welcomed her in raspy english, with a thick, overbearing accent. the woman obviously thought that bailee was a tourist, and to a certain extent she was. but over the school year and for six months ahead of college, bailee had learned many everyday phrases and conversation pieces to use with the locals. she quickly responded in well-rehearsed greek and the lady gave a smiling approval of bailee's greek skills. as the woman walked her to a booth near the window, bailee quickly asked for outdoor accommodations. the woman lead her around a few tables and out the back doors. bailee smiled at the woman and stopped for a moment to take a look around at the terrance. she paused to look at one guy sitting in a booth by himself, and gave him a once-over. he looked familiar, but nothing was clicking in her mind until she remembered that they were in the same class tomorrow. how could she forget! that class must have been her worst subject and she was already forgetting about it. bailee followed the hostess with her mind on other things now, and didn't see how close she was getting to the other tables until she knocked a glass right out of a waitress's hand. the glass shattered at the stunned young woman's feet and bailee shouted to her in greek before trying to use napkins or whatever was available to dab at the water. the waitress came back and sweeped up the shards of glass before assuring bailee that she wasn't hurt and that the water would be taken care of. finally, bailee turned to see whom ordered that water. and of course, it was ivan from her class tomorrow. she smiled sheepishly and walked up nervously, saying i'm really sorry. i hope nothing dropped on you. i'll pay for it. i'm so clumsy! i'm so stupid. i hope you aren't angry!.
--------So, that was basically the reason why she'd gotten up at six o'clock this morning. bailee's alarm woke her up at the crack of six, and she pretty much had a heart attack. she hated the sound her alarm clock made because it always sounded like a bomb going off. but, even if she left it on for ten minutes, her college roommate wouldn't even move, much less wake up. sometimes, bailee was jealous of that, but she couldn't help the genetics in her family. bailee got up and layed out some casual clothes for the day. it was going to be a solo date today, so she really didn't feel like dressing up or putting on a ton of makeup. instead, she took a twenty minute shower and then put her hair into a high ponytail. the curly waves were already drying and she knew that unless she styled it wet, it would be a big mess of friz and curls all day. the ponytail would suffice. staring at her reflection, bailee put on a tiny bit of foundation and lip gloss. then she threw the lip gloss in her pocket and off she went. the mornings in santorini were the best part of the day by far. there was hardly anyone up and the sun was already shining. she could hear seagulls and the whistling of nearby boats. bailee made her way around to the places she hadn't been and basically got lost in the city. she had to ask for directions multiple times, and usually had to use the only greek words she knew. by the time that lunch had actually come around, bailee had already found, shopped at, and wrote down the addresses of four little shops she liked. bailee had finished off one ham sandwich and two bottles of water before she had even gotten back to a main street. but that didn't dull the gnawing feeling that overtook her stomach at the smell of fresh baked bread and pastries. at the first sign of a restaurant, bailee ran for the door and noticed the great curving calligraphy that seemed to be the trademark of the eatery.
--------She walked in and immediately the hostess welcomed her in raspy english, with a thick, overbearing accent. the woman obviously thought that bailee was a tourist, and to a certain extent she was. but over the school year and for six months ahead of college, bailee had learned many everyday phrases and conversation pieces to use with the locals. she quickly responded in well-rehearsed greek and the lady gave a smiling approval of bailee's greek skills. as the woman walked her to a booth near the window, bailee quickly asked for outdoor accommodations. the woman lead her around a few tables and out the back doors. bailee smiled at the woman and stopped for a moment to take a look around at the terrance. she paused to look at one guy sitting in a booth by himself, and gave him a once-over. he looked familiar, but nothing was clicking in her mind until she remembered that they were in the same class tomorrow. how could she forget! that class must have been her worst subject and she was already forgetting about it. bailee followed the hostess with her mind on other things now, and didn't see how close she was getting to the other tables until she knocked a glass right out of a waitress's hand. the glass shattered at the stunned young woman's feet and bailee shouted to her in greek before trying to use napkins or whatever was available to dab at the water. the waitress came back and sweeped up the shards of glass before assuring bailee that she wasn't hurt and that the water would be taken care of. finally, bailee turned to see whom ordered that water. and of course, it was ivan from her class tomorrow. she smiled sheepishly and walked up nervously, saying i'm really sorry. i hope nothing dropped on you. i'll pay for it. i'm so clumsy! i'm so stupid. i hope you aren't angry!.
