Post by steff on May 24, 2009 16:57:22 GMT -5
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savannah calico munroe ,
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[/color]* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?
the name is savannah calico munroe. nothing really special about it. i actually don't mind it at all, my parents had good task picking it out. calico was some artists name back when my parents were young and they were huge with the art scene, so i was named after that chick. it's all just no biggie.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
i was born in dallas, texas on april twenty five seventeen years ago. i moved here when i was thirteen, so i have learned to call this my home, but i really did love texas. it's such a beautiful place and pretty much all of my family is there, so we do go there to visit quite a bit. it was tough leaving it behind, but part of me is really glad that we did come here. i'm thankful my parents dragged me over here, to be honest.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
i am one hunded and ten percent straight! sorry, ladies. haha. i want to find a guy that can emotionally lift me up and physically hold me down. honestly, i just want a guy who's going to be there for me through thick and thin and love me for me. i want him to have a little bit of edge too; keep me hooked and entertained, ya know? and he's absolutely got to have a sense of humor.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?
i love music, photography, art, laughing, parties, eating, cooking, being around my family, being around my friends, staying up late, sleeping in late, concerts, singing, playing guitar, chatting online, getting to know new people, talking on the phone, texting, life, just everything.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
i really don't like people who are overly cocky or arrogant, horror movies, strong amounts of chocolate in food, being inside for long periods of time, sexism, racism, getting rejected, the cold weather, being tired, people who are incredibly judgmental, watching television for long periods of time, awkward moments, and drama.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?
i'm honestly scared that one day my dad is going to flip out and hurt me or my mother. i'm scared of never finding the right guy for me and not getting somewhere with my photography and what i want to do in life.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
i don't have a boyfriend. i honestly would rather be in a solid relationship with someone than just have a meaningful fling. but, that's easier said than done. i mean, i have had my fair share of hook ups and i'm not exactly proud of it, but i wouldn't take any of them back. you have to know how to have a good time, sometimes.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?
my parents are totally crazy. first off, they aren't even my real parents. i was adopted. but, whatever. my dad sucks balls. he's an architect and i don't know why my mom doesn't just divorce him already. he's such a bitch to me. he's forty-nine years old and currently working as an architect. my mom on the other hand is forty-three and she's an artist. she's so fabulous at what she does and she's a great woman. but, she sucks as sticking up for herself and sticking up for me when thomas flips a shit. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
i'm an only child. sometimes i'm grateful that no other kid is suffering with these people like i am.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
no pets for me! [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
i've forced myself to throw up before. okay, i'm done it way more than just once. i know it's bad and i keep it to myself so that people don't worry. it's not exactly anything that i would run around bragging about anyway. but, that's my biggest secret. i just hate my body. i'm a fat pig.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is steff and i've been roleplaying for five years. i'm sixteen years old, and i found you through some ad. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through pm, love. as you can see, i enjoy using miley cyrus as a play-by. oh and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know.
A long sigh had slipped through Stevie's lips as the conversation online was slowly starting to die down. But, it didn't matter how the words were no longer coming at her as fast as they were just moments before, the irritation and sadness that had darted at her body in all different directions was still there. Whether or not the three of them kept talking or sat there in silence. Eventually, with a roll of her eyes, Stevie brought that little arrow to the red x at the corner of the screen and came to a halt with the typing and clever words. Even with the screen no longer in front of her eyes, she sat there for a few minutes, staring at the computer screen that was now completely black. The conversation was replaying through her mind and there was no way that it was going to stop doing that for a hell of a long time. A few little jokes had spiraled into something bigger. If it had been anyone else saying the words that he had said, it wouldn't have mattered. But, this was Salvador King that was saying them and it was a total flip in the situation. As much as she didn't want to admit it right then, even just to herself, his opinion meant the world to her. It meant more than anyone elses. Stevie had a big problem with the way she reacted to peoples words. She had a problem when people didn't agree with her and constantly pushed it on her. When it came to people she didn't care about she was able to shrug it off and move on, but when it came to the person that she cared about immensely.. well, it only hurt her. Every friend would always say that they would support the other person one hundred percent with whatever they wanted to do, but not everyone entirely stuck with their words.
Pulling herself up from the comfortable computer chair she wandered her way over to her kitchen and poured herself a quick glass of water. As if having a small drink would wipe out the thoughts that were coming through her mind. It wasn't like she didn't understand where Sal was coming from, because she did. Stevie knew how much he cared about her and how protective he was over her. Of course she adored that Sal cared that much about her to worry so much about her well-being. Most of the time it felt great to know that she would have that person there for her whenever she needed him. She knew that she could go to him for absolutely anything, no matter what the situation or the time. It was exactly why Sal was the first one to know about her relationship with Jake Everett. Stevie had gotten a wave of his protective side and he had suddenly changed direction and told her that as long as she was happy, he was fine. But, that night it was made quite apparent that he didn't mean exactly what he had said. Part of Stevie couldn't deny that she had been expecting it. She knew that the conversation would come up again. That his sudden rush of irritation on the matter would come into play again. The other half of her was trying to deny that she actually knew he would eventually bring it up again. At first, she took the moment to listen to what he had to say because what he said to her was sticking with her. Not that she would ever admit it, but everything Sal had said to her when he first spoke to her at been running through her mind constantly. It wasn't like she was actually thinking about cutting it to an end right then and there because of what he said, but it always wasn't like it had completely wandered off away from her thoughts.
What hurt her the most was that he wouldn't even take a minute to listen to her. He was upset and nothing she said would be able to change how he felt toward Jake. It didn't matter how many reasons Stevie had to be with him, how happy she was, or how long she sat there and tried to convince him he had nothing to worry about. It went in through one ear and right out the other. She didn't want it to be the way that it was starting off like. She didn't want her best friend and her boyfriend to constantly be arguing. Of course sometimes it was all in good fun and Stevie was absolutely capable of laughing along and shrugging it off, but more than half the time it wasn't messing around. It was just all a big combination of rude, messy, and ugly. She didn't even understand what the use was in the two of them arguing with one another, but she didn't try to figure it out. Men had their reasons. Another thing that pissed her off was that Sal knew exactly how hard it was to slowly start to tell people. Stevie was fully aware that she was never going to get the reactions she wanted to get from people; it was all to huge of a surprise for that. Most if not all of the people that knew Jake and Stevie probably couldn't even picture them in the same room together, much the less in a relationship with one another. Sal knew that. He knew that it hadn't been easy for Stevie to tell him and he was still giving her a hard time about it. Letting out another soft sigh, Stevie brought the plastic cup of water up to her lips and took a small sip of it before placing the cup back on top of the counter and leaning forward, her elbows supporting her upper body up.
She shut her eyes for a few moments. That beautiful blue color suddenly disappeared behind her eyelids. Taking a few deep breaths and trying to clear out her mind was something that was near impossible to do in this situation for her, but it wasn't like she wasn't going to try. Her efforts were useless though, because just a few seconds later, fly me to the moon by frank sinatra began to fill the air around her. Opening her eyes slowly, she scrunched up her eyebrows slightly even though she had a feeling at who it could have been. Slowly, she made her way to the living room coffee table and bent down, picking up her phone. Her eyes looked over at the picture that flashed onto the screen and she stared at it for a few minutes. She even decided whether or not to answer it. Her thumb had come across the call button for a few short seconds before she finally hit the ignore button and dropped to the couch, still holding onto her phone. The last thing she felt like doing was talking to Sal. Why? So he could just push the issue even further and get her mind even more jumbled up? No, thank you. Everyone always had some curiosity though, so when her phone told her that she had a new voicemail she couldn't resist but to listen to it. Now she was faced with a tough decision. Ignore the voicemail, not go over to his house and figure out what he had to say or she could go and possibly find herself even more irritated and pissed off than she already was. Reading those two options, it would be quite obvious to see which one was probably the best one to do. But, it wasn't that easy for Stevie.
The last thing that she wanted was to end this argument on bad terms with Sal. She just wouldn't be able to sleep well at night if she was arguing with her or upset with her for whatever reason it was. This was big enough to pull at her heartstrings and get her up from the couch and sprint upstairs to her room. In a matter of minutes, she came down with shoes on her feet and keys in her hand. Yes, she was going. There was no way that she would be able to sit around the house acting like she hadn't heard the voicemail or even noticed that she had gotten the call. It wouldn't be right. Not to mention the fact that she actually did want to hear what he had to say.. Probably because part of her hoped he would confess to being wrong, apologize and everything would be back to the way it was before. That's how it would be in the perfect world, but she knew that was the last thing that would happen. It wasn't possible for something to not go even slightly wrong when she got there. As much as Stevie was trying to ignore that, she couldn't help but have that snuggled in the back of her mind. It didn't take her long at all to get to his house, since he lived just down the street and over. Parking her car on the side of the street, she turned it off and sat there for just three minutes. Maybe it was her method of getting herself prepared for whatever he had to say to her. He sure has hell better not have been lying about not wasting her time.
Finally, she pulled herself out of her car, shut the door behind her and made her way to the front door. Her right hand came up to her blond hair and she tucked a strand behind her ear before bringing it over to the door and knocking a three times. Immediately, her hand fell down to her side and her eyes remained glued to the door in front of her. Usually her face would be lit up as she waited for him to open the door, but it was safe to say that this situation wasn't like that.
Pulling herself up from the comfortable computer chair she wandered her way over to her kitchen and poured herself a quick glass of water. As if having a small drink would wipe out the thoughts that were coming through her mind. It wasn't like she didn't understand where Sal was coming from, because she did. Stevie knew how much he cared about her and how protective he was over her. Of course she adored that Sal cared that much about her to worry so much about her well-being. Most of the time it felt great to know that she would have that person there for her whenever she needed him. She knew that she could go to him for absolutely anything, no matter what the situation or the time. It was exactly why Sal was the first one to know about her relationship with Jake Everett. Stevie had gotten a wave of his protective side and he had suddenly changed direction and told her that as long as she was happy, he was fine. But, that night it was made quite apparent that he didn't mean exactly what he had said. Part of Stevie couldn't deny that she had been expecting it. She knew that the conversation would come up again. That his sudden rush of irritation on the matter would come into play again. The other half of her was trying to deny that she actually knew he would eventually bring it up again. At first, she took the moment to listen to what he had to say because what he said to her was sticking with her. Not that she would ever admit it, but everything Sal had said to her when he first spoke to her at been running through her mind constantly. It wasn't like she was actually thinking about cutting it to an end right then and there because of what he said, but it always wasn't like it had completely wandered off away from her thoughts.
What hurt her the most was that he wouldn't even take a minute to listen to her. He was upset and nothing she said would be able to change how he felt toward Jake. It didn't matter how many reasons Stevie had to be with him, how happy she was, or how long she sat there and tried to convince him he had nothing to worry about. It went in through one ear and right out the other. She didn't want it to be the way that it was starting off like. She didn't want her best friend and her boyfriend to constantly be arguing. Of course sometimes it was all in good fun and Stevie was absolutely capable of laughing along and shrugging it off, but more than half the time it wasn't messing around. It was just all a big combination of rude, messy, and ugly. She didn't even understand what the use was in the two of them arguing with one another, but she didn't try to figure it out. Men had their reasons. Another thing that pissed her off was that Sal knew exactly how hard it was to slowly start to tell people. Stevie was fully aware that she was never going to get the reactions she wanted to get from people; it was all to huge of a surprise for that. Most if not all of the people that knew Jake and Stevie probably couldn't even picture them in the same room together, much the less in a relationship with one another. Sal knew that. He knew that it hadn't been easy for Stevie to tell him and he was still giving her a hard time about it. Letting out another soft sigh, Stevie brought the plastic cup of water up to her lips and took a small sip of it before placing the cup back on top of the counter and leaning forward, her elbows supporting her upper body up.
She shut her eyes for a few moments. That beautiful blue color suddenly disappeared behind her eyelids. Taking a few deep breaths and trying to clear out her mind was something that was near impossible to do in this situation for her, but it wasn't like she wasn't going to try. Her efforts were useless though, because just a few seconds later, fly me to the moon by frank sinatra began to fill the air around her. Opening her eyes slowly, she scrunched up her eyebrows slightly even though she had a feeling at who it could have been. Slowly, she made her way to the living room coffee table and bent down, picking up her phone. Her eyes looked over at the picture that flashed onto the screen and she stared at it for a few minutes. She even decided whether or not to answer it. Her thumb had come across the call button for a few short seconds before she finally hit the ignore button and dropped to the couch, still holding onto her phone. The last thing she felt like doing was talking to Sal. Why? So he could just push the issue even further and get her mind even more jumbled up? No, thank you. Everyone always had some curiosity though, so when her phone told her that she had a new voicemail she couldn't resist but to listen to it. Now she was faced with a tough decision. Ignore the voicemail, not go over to his house and figure out what he had to say or she could go and possibly find herself even more irritated and pissed off than she already was. Reading those two options, it would be quite obvious to see which one was probably the best one to do. But, it wasn't that easy for Stevie.
The last thing that she wanted was to end this argument on bad terms with Sal. She just wouldn't be able to sleep well at night if she was arguing with her or upset with her for whatever reason it was. This was big enough to pull at her heartstrings and get her up from the couch and sprint upstairs to her room. In a matter of minutes, she came down with shoes on her feet and keys in her hand. Yes, she was going. There was no way that she would be able to sit around the house acting like she hadn't heard the voicemail or even noticed that she had gotten the call. It wouldn't be right. Not to mention the fact that she actually did want to hear what he had to say.. Probably because part of her hoped he would confess to being wrong, apologize and everything would be back to the way it was before. That's how it would be in the perfect world, but she knew that was the last thing that would happen. It wasn't possible for something to not go even slightly wrong when she got there. As much as Stevie was trying to ignore that, she couldn't help but have that snuggled in the back of her mind. It didn't take her long at all to get to his house, since he lived just down the street and over. Parking her car on the side of the street, she turned it off and sat there for just three minutes. Maybe it was her method of getting herself prepared for whatever he had to say to her. He sure has hell better not have been lying about not wasting her time.
Finally, she pulled herself out of her car, shut the door behind her and made her way to the front door. Her right hand came up to her blond hair and she tucked a strand behind her ear before bringing it over to the door and knocking a three times. Immediately, her hand fell down to her side and her eyes remained glued to the door in front of her. Usually her face would be lit up as she waited for him to open the door, but it was safe to say that this situation wasn't like that.
[/color]* CREDITS , ANYONE ?
most of the credit for this goes to take a chance on me over at caution modified by emily for this site - broken lights on the freeway .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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