Post by SHYE CLAUDIA FINLEY ! on Mar 9, 2009 21:40:13 GMT -5
SHYE CLAUDIA FINLEY
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i want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
i heard people die while they're trying to find them![/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Shye Claudia Finley.
NICKNAMES: None.
SEX: Female.
AGE: Fifteen.
GRADE: Freshman.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
ETHNICITY: Scottish.
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Miley Cyrus.
HAIR: Auburn.
EYES: Blue.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: Five five, a hundred eleven pounds.
BODY TYPE: Average.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Her smile!
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES:
- Food so long as it isn't spicy or vegetables.
- Bothering people.
- Reading.
- Making
frenemiesfriends, dur.- Being outdoors.
- Having fuuuun~
- Compulsively lying.
- Getting into trouble.
- The weekend.
- Hats! :D
DISLIKES:
- Quiet people.
- Most of her fellow Freshmen.
- Vegatables.
- Ugly clothes.
- Boring anything.
- The quiet.
- Rainy days.
- Restrictions and authority.
- Spicy food.
- Birds.
STRENGTHS:
- BEING OBNOXIOUS~
- Projecting her voice.
- Stuffing back any self-conscience feeeelings~
- Being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
WEAKNESSES:
- Respecting people - authority, elderly, everyone.
- Paying attention. ADHD much?
- Being nice ALL the time, ugh.
- Studying. :|
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- Poking people to ask them questions.
- Talking too loudly indoors. Inside voice, please? NO!
- Clicking her tongue.
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS:
Kyle Shawn Finley - 45 - Baker - alive.
Carson Jane Finley - 43 - At-home mom - alive.
SIBLINGS:
Harmony Rosa Finley - 7 - Student - alive.
OTHER FAMILY:
They're either dead or Shye has never met them, honestly.
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: WITH LOVE, LOVE, LOVE[/blockquote]
STEREOTYPE Wild child.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:The blond gave a hasty nod as her way of accepting his reply to never betraying her. It, oddly enough, made her feel an itsy bit better about all of this. An itsy bit, because she was still itching to feel her fist collide with Ivy's face. "Thank you," she said, carefully, avoiding looking at him for a bit to stare at the tea left in her cup. He'd said it so nicely, after all, rather like her mum when she was trying to convince Kirsten that she wasn't dying - usually in response to some very dramatic showing of insanity - and Kir had never been very good at responding to open sincerity like that. Mind, she wasn't very good at mature emotions, at all, not even after having gone through so many of them when her father left.
Moment later she glanced up at him, then at Ivy and Danny - who was giving her something? A weapon? - before retuning her gaze to Nicky once more. Mostly to watch him tear up his napkin - goodness, that gesture reminded her awfully of Briseis. And then, just like someone had hit a switch, Kirsten froze. Froze, all angry thoughts towards Ivy momentarily pausing, coffee eyes locking on the boy with her. Had she stopped breathing? She couldn't quite tell anymore. And her toes felt sort of numb, but she figured she was imagining that. REWIND, PLEASE. Except, no one was rewinding! Everything was still playing and although Kirsten wanted to take the remote and rewind the mess herself, she was still rather frozen and unable to.
He totally hadn't said that, had he? No. No, he hadn't. He couldn't have. Nicky had only even remotely touched that idea because of what Kirsten had said, surely. Swallowing hard the moment any movement returned to her, she let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, shook her head, and found herself focusing rather intently on the back of Ivy's head. Dragging her tongue over the front of her teeth before glancing at her friend out of the corner of her eye, she gave a veeeery large shrug, and shook her head once more. Gah, she was squirming on the inside. How was she supposed to RESPOND to that!? "IfiguredsheknewIlikedyou ."
Yeaah, fast, like pulling a bandaid or something.
"But right, yeah, jealous. Ha. Ivy's jealous of both of us, probably, because we're like... a billion times more amazing than she is. She just wants to be the Queen of the World with you as her King, or something." Was she talking too fast, too nervously? Perhaps. Was she implying somewhere in there that Nicky was the king to her queen? Ha ha. Pfft, no. Not at all. She was just freaking out a bit, was all. Freaking out a bit and downing her tea in one go. Totally normal, mhm..
