Post by KORINNE LEIGH BROCKDALE on Mar 15, 2009 3:19:14 GMT -5
KORINNE LEIGH BROCKDALE
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it's a beautiful day in suburbia
best not let it get the best of you[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: korinne leigh brockdale
NICKNAMES: kory, kor, rinne, kb
SEX: female
AGE: seventeen
GRADE: senior
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
ETHNICITY: polish and german
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: kristen bell
HAIR: dirty blonde
EYES: blue
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'4" and around 105 lbs
BODY TYPE: petite
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: one tattoo; carpe diem written in old english right above the middle of her belt, a few inches below her belly button
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES: music (who doesn't?), literature, reading, writing, photography, acoustic guitars, lattes, starbucks in general, homey environments, warm blankets, comfortable couches, sunny days, rainy days, animals, texting, the internet, diet coke, green tea, strawberry banana milkshakes, smoothies, baking, driving, curling up with a good movie, shopping, dancing, partying, fashion magazines, nostalgia, old cartoons, comic books, superhero movies, glasses, diversity, concerts, romance, chivalry
DISLIKES: cockyness, arrogance, animal cruelty, meat, energy drinks, long lines, thunderstorms, ignorance, pain, valentine's day, being ordinary, broken guitar strings, writer's block, defective camera batteries, poorly written books, poorly made movies, comic haters the 'big man on campus' type, alarm clocks, static, overdone makeup
STRENGTHS: attentiveness, honesty, loyalty, self-control, patience
WEAKNESSES: boys, shopping, romantics, insecurities, sometimes doesn't think before she acts
HABITS/QUIRKS: touching her collar/collarbones, tugging at the hems of all her shirts, if someone mispronounces a word, she'll correct them on impulse, humming, playing with her hair, kicking the back of one heel with her other foot
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: patrick brockdale, 47, orthodontist, living
mackenzie young-brockdale, 43, clinical psychologist, living
SIBLINGS: bryce brockdale, 20, college student/musician, living
OTHER FAMILY: leigh young, 76, retired, grandmother, living
carson young, 78, retired, grandfather, living
patricia brockdale, 80, retired, grandmother, living
nicolas brockdale, 82, retired, deceased
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: RECKLESS LOVE ![/color] she chuckled, shaking her head slightly. she saw him reach down to grab his nike drawstring bag, and out came two marshmallow blaster guns. man, where do you find this stuff?[/color] she asked as he handed one over to her. then he took the marshmallow bag and opened it with one hand. she wasn't surprised when he stuffed one into his mouth right off the bat. after he had taken a handful, she did the same, taking as many as she could in her hand since she didn't have pockets, or a jacket like he did. he jumped behind one couch, and she went to jump behind a lounge chair. before she could, though, she felt a marshmallow nail her right in the back of the head. prepare to meet your doom.[/i] the statement made her laugh as she jumped behind the chair, taking careful aim at beau. he was ducked behind the couch, so it wasn't that easy to get a clear shot, but she thought she had one, and so she fired, ducking immediately after. she wasn't sure if she had gotten his head or his shoulder, or nothing at all. blindly, she reached up and shot another one, not even knowing where it went. the entire time peyton was stifling giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. hey,[/color] she called, peeking over the top of the chair cautiously. how many shots d'ya think it'd take for me to get it in your mouth while you're doing a handstand?[/color] she had remembered his statement from last night on the phone, and she was actually pretty curious to see how many shots it would take for her to get it. that was one thing about peyton, when she got curious about something, she really wanted to see it happen. this marshmallow thing was the perfect example.
STEREOTYPE drifter
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:marshmallow gun wars weren't a common occurence in the navarro household. they were probably one of the only things that weren't common. being best friends with beau, peyton had pretty much had everything from pillow fights to stuffed animal wars to guitar hero battles that lasted for hours. beau and peyton had a friendship that some people would be jealous of. there was that sibling kind of bond between them. the sibling bond included the whole prank playing, as well. beau was a joker, so that was a given. they tended to cause a little bit of chaos wherever they went, and if they went into peyton's basement, then they were going to raise a little hell down there. as soon as beau had mentioned the marshmallow guns on the phone the night previous, peyton had been getting a little excited to see how the whole war was gonna play out. if their dads had already embarked on their comeback tour, they probably would have used the entire house. however, in that process, things may have been broken, and peyton wasn't in the mood to sit at the kitchen table and glue things back together. she would bubble wrap the entire house if it meant she and beau could run wild and act like complete children. in the basement, she heard beau come down when she was getting the marshmallows. of course, being macho, he moved the couch with practically no effort. peyton's face dropped for a second, expecting a fail! to come out of his mouth or something, just because it was beau. instead, he had a humble, almost adorable 'i dunno' look on his face.
you're somethin' else, y'know that?
she was careful as she stood up, still having her marshmallow gun aimed at him. hold on, lemme try something.[/color] setting the gun down on the floor, peyton took her hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair back into a loose pony tail. she went over to the wall and balanced herself, going into a handstand. to make sure she wouldn't fall, she let her feet rest gently on the wall, just to support herself. she could do a handstand without support, but most of the time she couldn't stay in them for very long. definitely not long enough for beau to aim and shoot a marshmallow in the general direction of her mouth. go for it![/color] she laughed, feeling all the blood rush to her face. oh, this was definitely gonna give her a headache later. it was totally worth it, though. peyton never really thought about the later consequences. if it was fun at the time, then it was probably worth the consequence. she would never forget when she ran out into the cold last winter in her bathing suit to grab a snowball at beau's house. she came down with a cold, and had it for weeks after the incident. to the day, peyton still insisted that the entire thing was worth it, even if she was blowing her brains out of her nose every day for about a month. mucinex and sudafed had become her best friends, and she swore to herself that she would never open another container of vicks as long as she had lived and breathed on the planet. it was the foulest thing she ever had to use to get rid of her stuffy nose. she would have rather eaten a freaking jalapeno pepper. it may have burned her mouth and throat, but it would sure as hell clear out her sinuses for the rest of the week.
STATUS done
TAGS TOAST'S FACE! (:
WORD COUNT 905 without codes
OUTFIT lazy peyton
MUSIC candy - tiffany giardina, lmao
NOTES gee, i wonder why the bathing suit and snow story sounds so familiar, lmfao. we should so get marshmallow guns for florida xDD[/quote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND
YOUR NAME: RITAHHHH! or rita :] that works too
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