Post by mag on May 24, 2009 21:46:17 GMT -5
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fiona marie clark ,
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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 ?
fiona marie clark. fiona means pale. which is pretty fitting, i guess, but that's now why my mother selected it. to be honest, i don't think there is a real reason why she selected it, other than the fact that she liked it. marie is for my father's grandmother, who died just before i was born. as far as names go, mine is pretty decent. i don't mind it so much. although, i do prefer that people call me finn rather than fi. but i am definitely not one of those people who will threaten decapitation if you don't. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
december seventeenth, eighty nine. growing up i got 'it must suck to have your birthday so close to christmas.' but i never really cared that much. getting birthday and christmas presents together usually ended in me getting cooler stuff, anyway. and plus, the birthday money was always in time for the after christmas sales.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
i like boys. [/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 ?
making up words, kissing, dancing in the middle of the street, old clothing, hookah pipes, painted toe nails, aimless walks, large bowls, food, ballet shoes, roof top sunrises, picture messaging, being outside at three/six am, not sleeping for 32 hours, perverted conversations, home-brewed tea, bruises, sleeping in a bed with a bunch of people, xbox, hippies, wearing no pants, star wars action figures, live music, stories about woodstock '69, paperback novels, black and white movies, laundry smell, religious people, pillows, sleeping in cars, old smells, rubbing people's stomachs, hugs, shouting obscenities, grandpa cardigans, the sixties. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
surprises, people looking at my feet, how vhs tapes get crinkly sounds when they're old, having a lot of stuffed animals, cold feet, cats, perez hilton, harold & kumar, sounds pencils make, hearing people crack their knuckles, too much perfume/cologne, sweaty feat, failing classes, looking tired, whiney kids, people who broadcast their problems around neck aches, rain, not being able to sleep when she wants to, rings, going more than a day without showering, people with stupid names, missing anyone, people talking about their bodily functions, being yelled at, the sound my phone makes when it goes off when my phone goes off, people who treat their phone like children, hearing people chew. [/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 am terrified of needles. the thought of having a piece of metal shoved into my arm makes me feel physically ill. i can't even watch it happen on tv. the last time i had to get a needle, i cried. it sounds really stupid, i realize this, but i can't help it. i get nervous and start to shake and freak out. cats are also not on my list of things i enjoy. when i was little we had a cat who was pretty much satan. she almost took my eyeball out. needless to say, i haven't been a fan of cats since then. they're creepy. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
i'm fine with relationships, i suppose. i don't really have a whole lot of experience with them, though. i've only had about two serious boyfriends in my lifetime and neither of them have lasted the longest time. about six months, i guess. which, in my opinion, is pretty good. it's not like i'm looking for a soul mate right now, anyway. i've had a lot more little flings than i've had relationships. things always just seem to work out like that, i don't mind. i have fun. dating is dun, screwing around is fun. everything is fun. [/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 father is william clark. he's an advertising executive. he's not one of those cool guys who make the ads, though. he mostly just does the business part of it - all the boring financial junk. me and willy have a pretty good relationship. we watch espn classics together, when he's around. we can talk pretty easily, and when i spend the afternoon with him, i don't feel like ripping my hair out. which is a plus. my mother is vivienne clark. she doesn't do much of anything. she's a housewife, but doesn't really do many housewife type things. viv and i don't have that great of a relationship. we butt heads a lot, mostly because she's kind of a dumbass. when i spend the afternoon with my mother, i feel like ripping my hair out. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
i've got an older brother called nicholas. he's twenty-four years old and he's in med school. we get along pretty well. i'm probably closer to him than anyone else in my family. he doesn't live in la, so i don't see much of him. when he comes home for the holidays, we spend lots of time playing xbox together, though. for a guy, he kind of sucks at it. i always kick his ass. i am amused by it. my brother can get kind of annoying, especially since he has this annoying habit of being really over protective of me. but most of the time, we're on good terms. other than that, we don't really have that much close family. we just see grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins on holidays. no special bonds there.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
i have a dog. he's a little toy poodle named zippo. he's like, three years old or something like that. i've had him since he was a puppy. he's kind of annoying and yappy, but real cute when he sleeps. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
i'm a secret agent, really. the female james bond. my shoes are actually walkie talkies and my watch can shoot lasers and bend other technologies to my will. ohhh, how i wish that was true. but really, i'm not hiding anything. except maybe my occasional pot smoking habit. i'm not a stoner by any means, but i can't pass up a joint when it's offered to me.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is mag and i've been roleplaying for three years. i'm sixteen years old, and i found you through ad hopping. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through personal messaging, love. as you can see, i enjot using emma roberts 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.
"liesss." carly hissed, narrowing her eyes at liam. and then she laughed. was she really that dark? it wasn't something that she took all that much notice of. yes, she was pretty darn tan, but black enough to blend in africa? liam's ridiculousness made her laugh. "shiit son, shaniqua think yoo' stupit." well... that impression was very special of carling. chuckling to herself, carling smiled. she agreed with liam that it would be cool to be black. at least, it would be cool to be jamaican. they were so chill with their relaxed island lifestyle and cool as shit accents. the hendersens had a jamaican neighbour whom carly absolutely adored. she was an old woman, kind of the insane side. she had a tendency to sing to her plants and tell carling never to trust a man who called her beautiful, because according to her that meant that they only wanted one thing. usually, that was the point where carling just smiled and nodded and sybil went on to tell her that she was not joking and it was a very serious subject they were discussing. that was usually where carling was searching desperately for an excuse to excuse herself from the woman's presence. yes, carling loved the old woman dearly, but she was completely psychotic and sometimes scared carly.
"a pony would have been frickin' awesome." carling said with a grin. truthfully, carly was kind of afraid of horses. at one point, when she was about twelve she had been convinced that she wanted to ride horses. so she had convinced her father to sign her up for lessons. she lasted for about half of one before she freaked out. the horse was so much bigger than her, it could crush her so easily. from that point on, carling never really went near a horse again. she hadn't even actually gotten up on the animal, either. "but i don't think it would be better." her grin spread wider when he explained why he bought it. did that mean that he had been thinking of her while he was in france? well... obviously he had been thinking of her - he wouldn't have bought her a present if he hadn't been on his mind. but still, the thought that she had been on his mind while they had been away had made her smile. the smile spread wider as he oh-so-smoothly turned the meant for the cheek kiss into a kiss on the lips. carly had been hoping he would do that. for awhile she had been hoping that he would just make a move already; she wouldn't reject him if he had flat out showed her that he liked her instead of just flirting with her.
in the end, carling always ended up cursing his relationship with grant. if he hadn't dated her, they'd be together right now. if he hadn't dated her, there would be no stigma attached to carling returning liam's flirtations. of course, carling ignored that stigma most of the time and flirted with her best friend, but still. it would be nice to not have to feel guilty about it, which always seemed to be the case. plus, it wasn't like grant was the most innocent person in the world - she had done exactly what carling was doing. grant had known that carling had liked liam and still she had gone out with them. she had tried to look innocent, asking carling after the pair of them got together if it would be alright with her. when it would have made carling look like a bitch if she had said no. grant had backed her into a corner and that hadn't been fair, just like carling wasn't exactly being fair to her female cohort. but making up excuses for herself made herself feel better. a lot of the time she just pardoned herself with the saying 'an eye for an eye' and hoping no one reminded her that an eye for an eye made the whole world blind. carling knew that if things went farther between her and liam that it would cause tension between her and grant, but that didn't stop carling from wanting things to go farther with liam.
carling smiled, touching the necklace now secured to her neck gently. at the moment she would have to take his word for it and assume she didn't look like a fool wearing a pretty necklace with a bathing suit. "well, everyone wants to get spoiled by their grandparents this time of year." carling especially. she had never gotten particularly close with either set of her grandparents, due to the distance between them. it wasn't until very recently that carling had started going off to her grandparents' on her own, now that she was old enough to travel by herself and have her father trust she wouldn't get herself lost somewhere. when she was younger she would occasionally see her grandparents on holidays, but only if they came down to california. most of the time her father was too busy to travel to see them. which is why carling never got to know them all that well. but now, she was on pretty close terms with her paternal grandmother. they talked on the phone sometimes and it was her that carly usually chose to visit most. after all, she was the one who fed her pie whenever she was there. and carling liked pie. the girl laughed, nodding in agreement with liam. yes, snow was beautiful. and it was rather cute out when it was snowing gently, but it was still cold. and carling really didn't appreciate that. "me and maddox always destroyed mercedes in snow ball fights."
carly wrinkled her nose. was it really possible to go to paris and not have any exciting stories to tell? she had never been to the most popular city in france, but she severely doubted that it was possible. it was, after all, the home of some of the most beautiful architecture in the world. "awh, come on, lee. you didn't even meet some fabulous foreign girl who you taught english and will probably show up here any day now, proclaiming her love for you? i didn't think it was possible to go to europe and not have that happen." she grinned, shaking her bangs out of her eyes. her grin spread wider when liam offered to tell her a story. that seemed like a fantastic idea to her. "alright, tell me a story. but there has to be a unicorn.. and a prince.. and a princess.. and an inanimate object that speaks and gives sage advice to everyone." once her requirements for liam's story was set down, carling leaned into liam, settling in for story time.
"a pony would have been frickin' awesome." carling said with a grin. truthfully, carly was kind of afraid of horses. at one point, when she was about twelve she had been convinced that she wanted to ride horses. so she had convinced her father to sign her up for lessons. she lasted for about half of one before she freaked out. the horse was so much bigger than her, it could crush her so easily. from that point on, carling never really went near a horse again. she hadn't even actually gotten up on the animal, either. "but i don't think it would be better." her grin spread wider when he explained why he bought it. did that mean that he had been thinking of her while he was in france? well... obviously he had been thinking of her - he wouldn't have bought her a present if he hadn't been on his mind. but still, the thought that she had been on his mind while they had been away had made her smile. the smile spread wider as he oh-so-smoothly turned the meant for the cheek kiss into a kiss on the lips. carly had been hoping he would do that. for awhile she had been hoping that he would just make a move already; she wouldn't reject him if he had flat out showed her that he liked her instead of just flirting with her.
in the end, carling always ended up cursing his relationship with grant. if he hadn't dated her, they'd be together right now. if he hadn't dated her, there would be no stigma attached to carling returning liam's flirtations. of course, carling ignored that stigma most of the time and flirted with her best friend, but still. it would be nice to not have to feel guilty about it, which always seemed to be the case. plus, it wasn't like grant was the most innocent person in the world - she had done exactly what carling was doing. grant had known that carling had liked liam and still she had gone out with them. she had tried to look innocent, asking carling after the pair of them got together if it would be alright with her. when it would have made carling look like a bitch if she had said no. grant had backed her into a corner and that hadn't been fair, just like carling wasn't exactly being fair to her female cohort. but making up excuses for herself made herself feel better. a lot of the time she just pardoned herself with the saying 'an eye for an eye' and hoping no one reminded her that an eye for an eye made the whole world blind. carling knew that if things went farther between her and liam that it would cause tension between her and grant, but that didn't stop carling from wanting things to go farther with liam.
carling smiled, touching the necklace now secured to her neck gently. at the moment she would have to take his word for it and assume she didn't look like a fool wearing a pretty necklace with a bathing suit. "well, everyone wants to get spoiled by their grandparents this time of year." carling especially. she had never gotten particularly close with either set of her grandparents, due to the distance between them. it wasn't until very recently that carling had started going off to her grandparents' on her own, now that she was old enough to travel by herself and have her father trust she wouldn't get herself lost somewhere. when she was younger she would occasionally see her grandparents on holidays, but only if they came down to california. most of the time her father was too busy to travel to see them. which is why carling never got to know them all that well. but now, she was on pretty close terms with her paternal grandmother. they talked on the phone sometimes and it was her that carly usually chose to visit most. after all, she was the one who fed her pie whenever she was there. and carling liked pie. the girl laughed, nodding in agreement with liam. yes, snow was beautiful. and it was rather cute out when it was snowing gently, but it was still cold. and carling really didn't appreciate that. "me and maddox always destroyed mercedes in snow ball fights."
carly wrinkled her nose. was it really possible to go to paris and not have any exciting stories to tell? she had never been to the most popular city in france, but she severely doubted that it was possible. it was, after all, the home of some of the most beautiful architecture in the world. "awh, come on, lee. you didn't even meet some fabulous foreign girl who you taught english and will probably show up here any day now, proclaiming her love for you? i didn't think it was possible to go to europe and not have that happen." she grinned, shaking her bangs out of her eyes. her grin spread wider when liam offered to tell her a story. that seemed like a fantastic idea to her. "alright, tell me a story. but there has to be a unicorn.. and a prince.. and a princess.. and an inanimate object that speaks and gives sage advice to everyone." once her requirements for liam's story was set down, carling leaned into liam, settling in for story time.
[/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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