Post by Tara on Oct 15, 2008 15:04:51 GMT -5
ooc name: Tara
character's name: Emmeline Vance
character's age: 20
character's former house: Gryffindor
occupation: Auror
how can we contact you?: aim; pbxjelly
how you found us: my site
maybe we'll find: better days
sample:
The sun had only just began to rise and Anika was less than happy that she was already awake. It was against her practice to wake up anytime before at least 10 o'clock when school wasn't in session. And now, it was summer and she wanted to get her beauty rest. But today that wasn't going to happen. Anika, unlike normal, had gone to bed early after drinking a little too much and not caring about time. So now she was paying for it with her early morning. It was about six o'clock and Anika was in her usual spot down by the duck pond. She loved to watch the mother duck as she quacked out orders to the baby ducklings. It was amazing how much control she had over the babies, that was the only time humans actually had any sort of control over their kids. Except when it came to Anika. She was the type that didn’t always like to follow rules, but anything her mother or father said, Anika jumped to it. As a kid she’d always wanted to be just like her mum, and she was daddy’s princess, as she got older, it didn’t change like normal. Instead it got worse. But for the first time she wanted to disobey them, she didn’t want to get married!
A thin cigarette hung from Anika’s lips as she allowed her brain to wander and come up with all the circumstances that could possibly be worse then having to choose a husband. And then the worst came to her…her parents choosing. Not that Ani thought her parents did have good taste, it was just that she would rather know she may possibly like the person, then somehow end up with a guy she couldn’t stand. Though she knew some people were going to end up like that, she swore she wouldn’t be one of them. After a long drag, and a cloud of gray smoke, Anika sighed in defeat. It was a choice she hated, but was resigned to. There was no way she was going to let someone else tell her who she was going to marry, so she was going to work extra hard to find the right person.
Finishing her cigarette, Anika laid back on the grass, and looked at the sky. To the east the sun was coming up over the horizon, and yet in the west, the moon still was visible. It always amazed her that both could be so clear at the same time. They were such opposites, and yet they co-existed. And again her mind went to her upcoming marriage. She needed to do something to get her mind off of this fact. They had already been here for several days with people she had grown up with her entire life, and she had done nothing but think about the horror she was in store for. Covering her eyes, she focused on her favorite play Romeo & Juliet. Yes it was cliché but she couldn’t help it. Just the story of two people who were from such different families could fall in love, unconditionally. Enemies becoming lovers, it was classic. Though she would rather fall in love with someone she had always been comfortable around, it would be such a rush to realize someone you couldn’t stand before, was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
A small laugh escaped. Sitting up again she reached into her light brown pack, and grabbed her collection of Shakesperian plays. The pages were all dog-eared from all the times she had read the different plays. Though her mind was on Romeo & Juliet, that wasn’t where she turned the page to. Instead she decided the best way was to avoid romance as much as possible. Instead she turned to her favorite historical play, Henry IV, part I. As soon as she began to read, she was entranced, and was back in the historical England. The war between Prince Hal’s forces, and those of the Scottish, the bloodshed. It was all plenty to distract her. She had laid back down on the soft green grass, and while she read her hand strayed to the grass beneath her, playing with, folding, and ripping single pieces of grass apart. She stopped momentarily to light another cigarette and was back in the world painted by the words of the greatest playwright ever, and a cloud of smoke.
character's name: Emmeline Vance
character's age: 20
character's former house: Gryffindor
occupation: Auror
how can we contact you?: aim; pbxjelly
how you found us: my site
maybe we'll find: better days
sample:
The sun had only just began to rise and Anika was less than happy that she was already awake. It was against her practice to wake up anytime before at least 10 o'clock when school wasn't in session. And now, it was summer and she wanted to get her beauty rest. But today that wasn't going to happen. Anika, unlike normal, had gone to bed early after drinking a little too much and not caring about time. So now she was paying for it with her early morning. It was about six o'clock and Anika was in her usual spot down by the duck pond. She loved to watch the mother duck as she quacked out orders to the baby ducklings. It was amazing how much control she had over the babies, that was the only time humans actually had any sort of control over their kids. Except when it came to Anika. She was the type that didn’t always like to follow rules, but anything her mother or father said, Anika jumped to it. As a kid she’d always wanted to be just like her mum, and she was daddy’s princess, as she got older, it didn’t change like normal. Instead it got worse. But for the first time she wanted to disobey them, she didn’t want to get married!
A thin cigarette hung from Anika’s lips as she allowed her brain to wander and come up with all the circumstances that could possibly be worse then having to choose a husband. And then the worst came to her…her parents choosing. Not that Ani thought her parents did have good taste, it was just that she would rather know she may possibly like the person, then somehow end up with a guy she couldn’t stand. Though she knew some people were going to end up like that, she swore she wouldn’t be one of them. After a long drag, and a cloud of gray smoke, Anika sighed in defeat. It was a choice she hated, but was resigned to. There was no way she was going to let someone else tell her who she was going to marry, so she was going to work extra hard to find the right person.
Finishing her cigarette, Anika laid back on the grass, and looked at the sky. To the east the sun was coming up over the horizon, and yet in the west, the moon still was visible. It always amazed her that both could be so clear at the same time. They were such opposites, and yet they co-existed. And again her mind went to her upcoming marriage. She needed to do something to get her mind off of this fact. They had already been here for several days with people she had grown up with her entire life, and she had done nothing but think about the horror she was in store for. Covering her eyes, she focused on her favorite play Romeo & Juliet. Yes it was cliché but she couldn’t help it. Just the story of two people who were from such different families could fall in love, unconditionally. Enemies becoming lovers, it was classic. Though she would rather fall in love with someone she had always been comfortable around, it would be such a rush to realize someone you couldn’t stand before, was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
A small laugh escaped. Sitting up again she reached into her light brown pack, and grabbed her collection of Shakesperian plays. The pages were all dog-eared from all the times she had read the different plays. Though her mind was on Romeo & Juliet, that wasn’t where she turned the page to. Instead she decided the best way was to avoid romance as much as possible. Instead she turned to her favorite historical play, Henry IV, part I. As soon as she began to read, she was entranced, and was back in the historical England. The war between Prince Hal’s forces, and those of the Scottish, the bloodshed. It was all plenty to distract her. She had laid back down on the soft green grass, and while she read her hand strayed to the grass beneath her, playing with, folding, and ripping single pieces of grass apart. She stopped momentarily to light another cigarette and was back in the world painted by the words of the greatest playwright ever, and a cloud of smoke.
