Post by alaska ryleigh-noël darlington on Jan 31, 2010 22:15:18 GMT -5
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AGE ,[/color] a bazillion
CONTACT ,[/color] pm
PLAY-BY ,[/color] mia wasikowska
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NAME ,[/color] alaska ryleigh-noël darlington
NICK NAMES ,[/color] al
BIRTH DATE ,[/color] eighteen & February 28
EDUCATION ,[/color] high school senior
HOMETOWN ,[/color] briggs
SEXUALITY ,[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP ,[/color] briggs high
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FAVORITE FOOD ,[/color] wonka bars
THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ,[/color] my composition notebook, my clicky pen, myself
FAVORITE SONG ,[/color] alice by avril lavigne
FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING ,[/color] pineapple
LAST TEXT FROM ,[/color] linnie
RANDOM THOUGHT ,[/color] it’s not easy being green
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HISTORY,
Yeah, so I was basically known as the Willy Wonka girl on my block, at least the Johnny Deep one you know? My Dad, the dentist, and the candy-free freak. I mean I love him and all but he wouldn’t let me have candy…that’s probably why I work at a candy shop. Eventually he let me, but it took a while. I guess he figured out, that I was sneaking it once and a while and just gave in. I’m Daddy’s little girl I guess. Anyway, the name’s Alaska Ryleigh-Noël Darlington. First name? No clue why my parents named me that. Ryleigh-Noël was my parent’s friend‘s name, the one who introduced them and was at the wedding. Most people call me Al or Darlington but mostly Al when it comes to friends and my Dad.
My Mom calls me AllieBell. Really, though I don’t know what she looks like. My Dad told me that when I was little, he took me to the hospital that’s what he said. But, I don’t remember her. I mean, I have a necklace and all with our family picture in it. He goes to visit her, but then he wouldn’t let me go anymore…maybe that’s why he let me eat chocolate… I really don’t know. But chocolate is absolutely amazing, my favorite is definitely Wonka Bars.
Ummm…more about me? I was born in California. On February 28…I guess my Mom was in the hospital ever since then, my Dad really only told me the nickname she gave me, nothing else. So, I grew up with him raising me. Whenever there was a problem I was the one who always wanted to fix it. The little boy I used to baby-sit had this truck and his older brother broke it. At first I was thinking of the most complicated way to fix it, I guess I’m like my Dad in that way, I over-analyze a lot of stuff. But I figured it out, I’m pretty good with tools, just found another screw and put it back in, his brother got the screw out and did something with it, you should have seen his face, it was so sad. I loved him like he was my own brother, I don’t have any siblings, only child, oh fun.
Okay, so I’m straight yeah, but love just isn’t my thing. I don’t believe that love can ever really happen. You wanna know why? I guess maybe because love means giving yourself to the person, you know? Including emotions, telling secrets. I hate it, it’s not fair. I tend to guard my secrets and everything, I don’t like any of that stuff. My Mom kind of broke my Dad’s heart because of the hospital. I don’t want to end up like that. Leaving someone or someone leaving me, I just wouldn’t be fun for either of the people involved. I do wanna be famous some day though. For my writing, I’m really good. My Dad said he let my Mom read one of my stories, I guess she says that one day I’ll be published, I don’t know how long that’ll take, but I have dreams and stuff you know. Maybe I don’t believe in love because I figure they’ll stop me from my dreams. I really don’t know, I guess I’ll figure out one day.
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doesn’t believe in love, ambitious, over-thinker, resourceful, stubborn, open minded, creative, accident prone, guarded
THE ETC,[/color]
secretly an amazing singer and artist, knows her mother left for another family but her dad doesn’t know that she knows
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,
She ran down the forgotten alleyways. Awaiting her doom. She had to get there. She had too. Her heart was pumping and her head pounding. It was dark, and only she could see. Her eyes worked like an owl’s. Useless in the morning and usable at night. She didn’t look back. She saw the fence. And she jumped. Her head hit the ground painfully. She woke up… her head was on a soft pillow.
“ASHLEY! ASHLEY! WAKE UP!” Her Mom called from downstairs.
Ashley slung her pillow over her head trying to drown out her Mom’s loud voice. “I’m nocturnal.” Ashley whispered to herself. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself out of bed. Her room was still dark; her Mom hadn’t come in to open the curtains yet.
Ashley walked into her bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her hair was wild and crazy just like it should be. Ashley was hurrying so her Mom wouldn’t come in and open the curtains. There was a knock on the door. “Ashley, wake up!” Her Mom yelled again.
“I’m up Mom! Don’t come in!” Too late, her Mom had opened the door and went straight for the curtains. Ashley ran into the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it. “Thanks for respecting my privacy Mom.” Ashley rolled her eyes again.
“This is MY house Ashley Cameron! Not yours! You live under my roof, you live by my rules!”
“Okay Mom, jeez. You don’t have to get all dramatic about it.” Ashley was getting a little annoying with her mother. “Now can I please have my room to myself?”
“Yes, now that you’re up, you may.” Her Mom walked out of the room.
Ashley walked out of the bathroom and ran towards the curtains. She quickly shut them, her eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness.
Ashley went to her drawer and pulled out her dull all black uniform that she was forced to wear to school everyday. It’s not that she didn’t like the color black, it’s just that she was forced to wear it everyday. She was just annoyed because she liked her own style. At her school, the student weren’t allowed to change the uniform in anyway. Sure, they could pick out the color, but no random bits of cloth, no chains, no nothing, unless it was approved by the school. Any choice that was brought to the headmaster was always declined, so there wasn’t really a point in it at all.
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