Post by JESSICA ROSEMARY OXX on Jan 20, 2010 1:57:46 GMT -5
JESSICA ROSEMARY OXX
[/font]" and it takes my breath away. every time. "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: jessica rosemary oxx[/blockquote]
AGE: seventeen
MEMBER GROUP: skinny hoes
GRADE: junior
BIRTH PLACE: ontario, canada
RELIGION: atheist
SEXUALITY: straight
PLAYBY: miley cyrus
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
HEY THERE, WHAT"S YOUR NAME?[/b][/size][/color]
"Oh hey! My name is Jessica, my Mom wanted to name me Hayley, but my dad decided against it. They fought about it for a while though. My Mom just thought Jessica suited... the way I look, I suppose. Honestly, I don't get it though. I don't think I look like a 'Jessica'... until now though. Since that's my name. I would've preferred Hayley though. Hayley's a pretty name. Real pretty. Kind of like, model pretty. I'll shut up now."
WELL THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING. HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY? DO YOU LIKE YOUR AGE? WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/b][/size][/color]
"It is pretty amazing, right? I am Seventeen! Big Seventeen. I suppose Eighteen is more... ecstatic. Since it pretty much is your school life over, right? No more teachers... or homework! And I'm a junior! One year left. My birthday was actually in March! So, already been and gone. But my birthday party was pretty amazing. I celebrated in my dorm, with a few of my friends. The cake was good! There was tons of food. Chips, candy... chocolate. Mm. I got sick after. Like always though, right? Oh... you didn't want to hear about the whole, sick deal? Sorry.
AWESOME. SO WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW, AS A "PERSON"?[/b][/size][/color]
"Frankly, I think I'm a quite nice person. but that's just my opinion. I'm not a very... self centered person. Okay, granted I get a bit upset when people ignore me. But being ignorant is one of the worst qualities to have in a person. Am I right? Of course. I am really nice to people though. If I have a problem with someone, I would rather tell it too them rather then let it drag out into some big sack of crap. My Mom use to say I was way too friendly. She'd often say the reason she stayed at work later than needed was because I annoyed her. Strange, huh? A lot of people get annoyed from me though. I still have friends, though. Like the friends that like me no matter how I come across - hyper-active or not. I know who my true friends are, so I'm fine if people don't like me... I suppose."
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"Okay. I'm open about my life. If some stranger said "Hey, how's your life been?" I'd tell them that it's been a rocky path, but I'm not that damaged! My Dad's been in the military pretty much since I was born, and he isn't much involved in my story anyway. But my Mom plays a huge part in my story. When I was born, the doctors told my parent/s (Mom contacted my Dad about it), that I have Hyperactive-impulsive ADHD. It's a rare case of ADHD, and is worse in the case that my attention span is low, I talk to much and have trouble listening to others and often talk over them without noticing. I've been a compulsive bulimic since I was Twelve. I don't even notice it anymore because it's been such a part of my life for so long. My Mom said that what I was doing was wrong, and I'd simply say "What am I doing that's so wrong?" She took me to therapists, and they said I was blocking it out - like I knew I was doing something wrong, and felt ashamed so I 'blocked it out'. I'm not ashamed since I don't see what's so wrong with it. When my Mom asked me how it happened, I said 'I don't know. It just started.' That, to my Mom, meant I was messed in the head. After a while she stopped bothering with it. The thing with my 'Bulimia' is that I'm not that low in weight. The only reason I'm here is because they know I throw up. The good thing? My metabolism puts on weight quick, making it hidden from the real world. When I was Fifteen, just when we moved to Portland, all the way from Ontario so that my Mom could 'start anew', I started to get really bad chest pains and fainted quiet often. My Grandma flew all the way from Ontario to take me back home to my family doctor, who then diagnosed me with Tachycardia. Tachycardia is a heart condition which increases your heart rate in rapid speed, causing it to be abnormal. This gives me occasional heat stroke, makes me tired and all faint like. I'm on prescription medication for it. I came back to Portland, Mom blamed my tachycardia on my 'eating disorder' and she sent me to Fitzgerald. That's where I met my bestfriend/friend with benefits - Christoph. We've been friends with benefits longer than we have been best friends. He was the first person I met and the first person who accepted me for who I was. Would I date him? Sure. Would he date me? Probably not considering he'd been open with the fact that he has commitment issues. "
WANNA TELL US SOME LIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"Starbucks, painting, swimming, jetskiing, any water sports, gummi bears, pink berry, strawberry flavored anything, disney channel, staying up late with chris, talking to chris, watching the note book, reading books, watching gossip girl, fashion, designers, fashion design, sewing my own clothing, playing sims 2-3, playing world of warcraft with chris, art class, playing guitar, playing piano, debating, an occasional party or two, drinking at times. And a lot more but figure me out yourself
"AND SOME DISLIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"People being mildly rude, people who ignore me, people who ignore others, ignorant people, girls swooning over chris, chris standing me up *it has happened like, once*, recently... my mom, my dad for leaving, really cold days, vegetables, some fruits, custard, bad books, studying for school, taking study notes, people who judge me quickly, people vomiting, hospitals *seen enough of them in my life*, therapists, this school, some people at this school,"
I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE. ANYTHING ELSE?[/b][/size][/color]
"Goodbye! I hope we can talk again soon. I haven't had this much of a productive conversation in a while. And this was probably one of the best conversations I've ever had in a long time. The most I've talked was like... well, this beats all my conversations! You're a nice person. Maybe we could be friends!"
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: hanna
AGE: fourteen
EXPERIENCE: a billion years
TIME ZONE: 10+ gmt brisbane
OTHER CHARACTERS: sage hunter
This dude, Sage had already figured out, that he was honestly… not really her type. She wasn’t sure if it was his pub slang pick up lines, or the way he bragged about himself – like he was a really fucking important person. Which he wasn’t. Sage didn’t see what was so special about him anyway. The dude was probably talking himself up in the hopes that she’d pay attention to him. The whole time she just wanted him to go away. That was the honest to god truth. People like Chris kind of annoyed her – regardless of the fact that everyone annoyed her. What made it more annoying was he acted as if… she was a pawn in his game. That’s how it came across anyway. He was saying stuff like ‘You’ll give in.’ Seriously. Who the fuck says that besides someone like Chuck Bass… or that brunette chick… Blair Waldorf? Yeah. Blair. Regardless of the facts, Sage really was not interested. And if she came across as interested, she felt sorry for the guy. Honestly. Sage wasn’t the person to intend to send out mixed messages. And if the guy had some kind of mental disorder, and if she was interfering or causing some kind of… mental defect, the kind that leads him to believe she’s even remotely interested, then she felt more than sorry. But honestly, besides his ass hole factor, he seemed more then sane. So probably it was just his cocky attitude blocking reality from sliding into his thick skull. The guy though… was, and Sage resented even thinking this, he was kind of cute. Only kind of. And as soon as that thought slipped into her mind, she resented even going to the stupid café’. Sage refused to go any further than that one… pity of a thought. If she weren’t in public, she might’ve slapped herself. But hey, why come off more crazy than you already were? Still, the thought of anything with… someone like him was kind of a turn off. One, she didn’t like people flattering themselves. Two, she didn’t like people in general. Three, he used pick up lines on her and four – she wasn’t interested. How simpler could it be, honestly?
Why did he even show interest in her. Sage had only been in Fitzgerald for a while. Barely knew anyone… popular – besides Dallas. Sage wasn’t even on the radar. She stopped thinking about it anyway. She wasn’t interested. All she wanted to do was leave the hell hole, go back to Staten and probably never return to Portland. If the boy still continued with his act, Sage didn’t have a clue how to make it any clearer that she wasn’t interested. Maybe they could be friends. But even that would be impossible. Sage was a picky person – she didn’t like to have friends that pushed her buttons all the time. And it was obvious that any form of a relationship between the two would be impossible. So she didn’t know why he kept trying. Usually if Sage didn’t like a person, she tried to make it clear before she did anything stupid. Like that one dude, who was mind you attractive, but treated women like objects, tried to talk Sage up. Mind you, she was drunk – and when she gets drunk, her actions are misguided. She ended up sleeping with the dude. He was the only person she regretted sleeping with. And ever since then she’s always watching her actions. And if she didn’t come off clear enough, she kept repeating herself until the dude got the message. That’s what she planned to do with this Chris dude. She wasn’t going to make conversation. She was just going to be blunt about the idea, in the hopes that he would finally get the picture.
Of course he hadn’t of left. Sage swore under her breath and looked outside the window, trying to ignore his presence. She really was in no mood for whatever shit he had to say to her. Honestly. She just wanted some alone time and bam. Out comes her favorite person. Her hands clenched the mug again, which now felt luke warm against her semi-cold skin. Sage didn’t bother to drink the coffee now, so she just pushed it aside and rested her chin on her hand. Even as she was looking out the window, she could feel his gaze on her face. Why he was looking at her, she didn’t know. But it just made it even more awkward. And as the bland Sage did when she found situations awkward, her skin heated up and she awkwardly cleared her throat. It was really awkward. She didn’t even know the kid and he was staring at her. That’s all Sage knew. That – practically a stranger, was staring at her. If Sage ever told Dallas this… he wouldn’t let her live through it. He was giving her shit about it the other day. But as per usual, she would tell Dallas – that he’s now officially higher than a weird kid. He’s also freaky too. In a non-offensive way though. His comment got her to come out of her trance. She tilted her head slightly. “Why would you think that?” She said, more bluntly then before. “…Is nothing clear? Is the fact that I’m not really interested clear?” Her gaze went back to the window. Nothing remotely interesting out there. A few people walking the streets, a few cars driving by. Other than that – nothing to capture Sage’s attention. But his whole, pretty lady comment did. “That’s a stand up from hey gurl.” Sage joked in all seriousness. “Do you want the truth… or for me to lie to you?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think you’ll prefer the lie rather than the truth. Just saying.”
Why did he even show interest in her. Sage had only been in Fitzgerald for a while. Barely knew anyone… popular – besides Dallas. Sage wasn’t even on the radar. She stopped thinking about it anyway. She wasn’t interested. All she wanted to do was leave the hell hole, go back to Staten and probably never return to Portland. If the boy still continued with his act, Sage didn’t have a clue how to make it any clearer that she wasn’t interested. Maybe they could be friends. But even that would be impossible. Sage was a picky person – she didn’t like to have friends that pushed her buttons all the time. And it was obvious that any form of a relationship between the two would be impossible. So she didn’t know why he kept trying. Usually if Sage didn’t like a person, she tried to make it clear before she did anything stupid. Like that one dude, who was mind you attractive, but treated women like objects, tried to talk Sage up. Mind you, she was drunk – and when she gets drunk, her actions are misguided. She ended up sleeping with the dude. He was the only person she regretted sleeping with. And ever since then she’s always watching her actions. And if she didn’t come off clear enough, she kept repeating herself until the dude got the message. That’s what she planned to do with this Chris dude. She wasn’t going to make conversation. She was just going to be blunt about the idea, in the hopes that he would finally get the picture.
Of course he hadn’t of left. Sage swore under her breath and looked outside the window, trying to ignore his presence. She really was in no mood for whatever shit he had to say to her. Honestly. She just wanted some alone time and bam. Out comes her favorite person. Her hands clenched the mug again, which now felt luke warm against her semi-cold skin. Sage didn’t bother to drink the coffee now, so she just pushed it aside and rested her chin on her hand. Even as she was looking out the window, she could feel his gaze on her face. Why he was looking at her, she didn’t know. But it just made it even more awkward. And as the bland Sage did when she found situations awkward, her skin heated up and she awkwardly cleared her throat. It was really awkward. She didn’t even know the kid and he was staring at her. That’s all Sage knew. That – practically a stranger, was staring at her. If Sage ever told Dallas this… he wouldn’t let her live through it. He was giving her shit about it the other day. But as per usual, she would tell Dallas – that he’s now officially higher than a weird kid. He’s also freaky too. In a non-offensive way though. His comment got her to come out of her trance. She tilted her head slightly. “Why would you think that?” She said, more bluntly then before. “…Is nothing clear? Is the fact that I’m not really interested clear?” Her gaze went back to the window. Nothing remotely interesting out there. A few people walking the streets, a few cars driving by. Other than that – nothing to capture Sage’s attention. But his whole, pretty lady comment did. “That’s a stand up from hey gurl.” Sage joked in all seriousness. “Do you want the truth… or for me to lie to you?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think you’ll prefer the lie rather than the truth. Just saying.”
