Post by KENADEE LYNN WALTERS on Mar 14, 2009 12:25:33 GMT -5
KENADEE LYNN WALTERS
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you are the gazer, you are the attraction
takes a little vanity to know what it means[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: kenadee lynn walters
NICKNAMES: ken, kenny
SEX: female
AGE: sixteen
GRADE: sophmore
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
ETHNICITY: half american, half spanish
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: selena gomez
HAIR: black
EYES: dark brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: five feet even and around-about one hundred pounds
BODY TYPE: petite
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: well, she's very short to start off and she has a bad scar on the back of her right knee from a four-wheeler accident
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES:
- chocolate
- candy of any sort
- goofing off
- corny jokes
- haning out with friends
- eighties movies
- david bowie and michael jackson (back in the old days)
- cartoons
- video games
DISLIKES:
- soggy cereal
- being serious
- boring classes
- sitting still for long periods of time
- christmas movies
- tennis and golf
- babysitting
- cooking
- cleaning
- being helpful to her parents
STRENGTHS:
- drawing cartoons
- making people smile
- active video games (ddr and rock band and wii)
- random trivia games
- taking care of small animals
WEAKNESSES:
- doesn't know when to shut her mouth sometimes
- gives in too easily
- tries to please everyone
- is a perfectionist in an ocd-type way
- eighties chick flicks
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- laughs at random times for no reason
- twirls her hair around her fingers very often
- squirms around when she has to sit for a long while (she has adhd)
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: philip walters, fourty-six, architect, living
dafne (de rossi) walters, fourty-three, stay-at-home-mom, living
SIBLINGS: tyler walters, eighteen, student, living
OTHER FAMILY: none really worth mention
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: night to REMEMBER[/blockquote]
STEREOTYPE girl-next-door
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: this is actually longer than my usual posts, this was just the only one i had saved on this computer."Wow...you weren't lying when you said this was bigger than Barbary's." The dark haired girl said as she stepped out of her cousin's car, looking at the front of Staten Academy. This was going to be a big change for her, seeing as she just transferred from a private all-girls school. She sighed, slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder before closing the door of the blue car and following Jason towards the building. It was slightly intimidating and not just because of it's size. There wasn't any ivy growing on the sides like there had been at Barbary's (though it was always well kept- more of a decoration than anything) and there wasn't any flower gardens in the front of the school. And there were just so many kids walking around before class. It was scary for a girl who wasn't used to something like that.
Jason led her to the office as she glanced around. She had refrained from "dressing up" as Jason had put it because she didn't want to stand out too much, though she was almost certain what she had picked out was still a little more...high-brow than the other students' clothes. It seemed the most expensive things they were wearing came from some department store in a mall. Her shoes had probably cost more than their outfits. She shuffled along, shaking her head and sighing softly to herself. Of course she had to transfer schools in the middle of her senior year. Way to go there. She felt like smacking herself for ever thinking of moving in with her grandparents. It wasn't that she thought she wouldn't fit it, she was more than certain she would, it was just strange.
"Uncle David and Aunt Renee already have you signed up to go to school here," her cousin told her. "So just tell Ms. Inman your name and ask for your scedule. I'll wait out here for you."
The girl sighed, nodding slightly as she pushed the door to the office open. Two older women sat at a desk, both looking something up on the computers. She stepped up the the desk quietly, looking at their name plaques to make sure she was asking the right person. A small smile stretched across her lips as one of them looked up at her. She cleared her throat quietly before opening her mouth. "Excuse me, but I need my schedule?" It came out as more of a question than a statement. "My name's Penelope Reids. I think my grandparents have already got everything filled out." She messed with some of her pin straight black hair as she waited for her to print out her schedule. Penny smiled once again as Ms. Inman handed her the paper and thanked her before walking out.
She glanced over at Jason as she closed the door, then looked at her schedule. "So, buddy, where is Mr. Lashbrook's English class? And do you have somewhere I can put this bag?"
"Yeah, yeah. You can put your bag in my locker. Just go down this hall, turn left at the end of it, go up the stairs, and it should be th-" He paused, seeing the lost look on her face. He shook his head, sighing, before motioning for her to follow him. "C'mon, I'll show you."
Penny nodded and walked alongside him as he led the way. She wrinkled her nose at the feeling of being like a lost puppy. Oh, that thought did not sit well with her at all. Penny Reids was many things, but 'lost' and 'puppy' weren't on that list. At all. But it described the situation so well. She mentally groaned, assuring herself after a few days that it wouldn't be that big of a deal anymore. She'd find her way around with no problem in no time at all once she got used to this school. It wouldn't be that hard, she figured. She already liked it a little because she didn't have to wear a uniform anymore, so that was a good sign...right?
"Jase, I feel so out of place," she confided in her cousin as they reached his locker and he opened it. She dropped her bag off, making sure she had a binder and pen, before sighing. She glanced up and down the hall, shaking her head. There was no way she'd get used to halls this crowded or navidating around such a big place. Oh, this was impossible. "Just show me where my class is, please."
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND
YOUR NAME: bambi
HOW'D YOU FIND US: i used to be on he is just away and got the e-ail (i think i went by a different alias then, though)
ANYTHING ELSE? nope
