Post by JOSIE MAY RONALD on Aug 2, 2010 13:55:30 GMT -7
| [th][bg=e4e4e4] JOSIE MAY RONALD  JOS ▲ TWENTY ▲ VENDOR |
[/font][/size][/td][/tr]"old folks say, ya poor little fool.
down the street i'm the girl next door.
i'm the fox you've been waiting for."
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EASY GOING▲ FLIRTATIOUS▲ OPINIONATED▲ AMBITIOUS▲ CONFIDENT
[/font][/color][/center]"hello there! i'm daniel fitzpatrick, i guess you could say i was the one who dreamt up never say never tour in my sleep. i suppose you could call this a "screen through", to see who i'm dealing with for the next while. i hope you don't mind me asking you a few questions. if you do mind... well i'm very sorry but it's mandatory."[/color]
"first off, what's your name?"[/color]
hiya, my name's josie may ronald but you can call me...josie. or whatever else you want, some of my friends call me jos or jojo or even jose, but eh, you're free to choose. i prefer josie though, it's just...simple. i don't necessarily know why my parents named me josie but my older brother used to tease me when we were younger and he would say that my 'rents didn't want me, therefore i was nameless until they saw that "josie and the pussycats." movie and decided on well...josie. i honestly have to say i believed that story until i was around twelve, but i know better these days.[/font][/blockquote]
"okay great! how old are you and when's your birthday?"[/color]
i'm twenty years old and my birthday's on december twenty third, if you were thinking about getting me something.[/font][/blockquote]
"er.. just checking, are you male or female? no offense, i just think it's safe to say you don't always know these days!"[/color]
haha, i'm very much a female. i was born with all the right parts and i'm happy with them.[/font][/blockquote]
"why are you here? more so, are you a band member, media personnel, merch, roadie or vendor?"[/color]
i'm a merch for the glamour kills clothing company and it's not a bad job. probably one of the best i've had so far, i'm having a blast meeting new people, being on tour will all these bands and coaxing people into buying cool clothes.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your sexual orientation, no need to feel shy!"[/color]
i love penis, thanks for asking. there are moments that i'll flirt with a girl, just for the fun of it but it doesn't really move past that.[/font][/blockquote]
"where did you grow up?"[/color]
i was born and raised in manhattan, new york and i have to say it's like the best place on earth. well to me, it is. but i guess i'm only able to say that because of how relaxed my parents were when i was growing up. i didn't have a curfew, hardly got in trouble for staying out late and sneaking into clubs so manhattan was my little playground until i moved away when i was nineteen. after the tour, i'm thinking i'm going to relocate to like...south africa or something, somewhere completely different from back home.[/font][/blockquote]
"tell me a bit about your family."[/color]
hmm, i love my family. my relationship with my parents is really good, i guess it's because of the freedom they gave me when i was a teenager. i wasn't restricted from anything, so i didn't grow up resenting them or hating them so i guess that's...good, in some way. i know other parents don't agree with that like way of raising your kids but, i'd like to think i turned out fine? i'm also on good terms with my older brother, he's actually the one i go to for advice and shit and i look up to him because he's all ambitious and a harvard law student and whatnot. basically, he knows what he wants to become and what he wants to do so yeah, respect him for that 'cause i'm at a loss when it comes to my future.[/font][/blockquote]
"how would you describe your childhood?"[/color]
childhood was good, bit different from others though. i think i was nurtured and taken care of by my parents until i was six. that's when they stopped teaching me about the essential things in life that a six year old should know like, how to deal with bullies...what vaginas and penises were for and all that stuff. i basically had to learn from just life experiences and what my friends and my brother told me. like, they would answer little questions i had about some things but that was the extent of it. they would usually wave the bigger things off and be like, "no worries, josie, you'll learn soon enough." and i had to go along with that. then as i aged into like a teen and stuff, they still stuck with that method of parenting. i remember i would tease them and be like, oh i want a tattoo and they'd simply just say, wait till you get older and it gets all wrinkly or gross or something that would put me off the idea.[/font][/blockquote]
"are there any huge events in the past few years that you would say define you today?"[/color]
i don't know, i would probably have to say leaving new york when i was eighteen instead of going to university.[/font][/blockquote]
"imagine you win the lottery, what's the first thing you do with the money?"[/color]
i'd buy a plane...y'know the types that are used to ship a lot of packages and stuff. then, i'd load the plane with like food, clothing, toys, first aid kits, all that good stuff and i'd fly to africa, asia then india and just like give away stuff to people in need. i would say donate it to a charity but i wanna be the one actually, physically helping out.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your general synopsis on love. while we're at it, how's your love life?"[/color]
i'm weird when it comes to love. i'm the most indecisive person i know and it's not like i can't decide what to wear or anything, it actually applies to my love life. i'm not scared of love - that's one thing that i'm sure of. i just like to with play boys, i flirt with them and open up to them to the point where it'd only be sensible to start a relationship then i just get all cold and distant. i don't dump them, i just let them drift away. it's not like it's for my entertainment or anything, but it's honestly just like a cycle that i can't get out of.[/font][/blockquote]
"are you comfortable with your body?"[/color]
yes, i am. i've always been comfortable with my body but i wasn't exactly that girl that would wear the skimpiest outfit just to show it off. i could hole up in a huge sweater and be happy knowing that i'm not hiding my bod but it just felt like a huge-sweater kind of day.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your favorite memory?"[/color]
i don't know, i'd have to say prom. well, i actually only went to my prom for about half an hour, i think. my date and our friends decided to skip it and go drinking in the woods. haha, sounds 'kinda weird, yeah? we had a good time though, just talking and downing bottles of vodka. afterwards, we all went skinny dipping and i actually ended up losing my prom dress in the river, i guess i didn't understand the concept of skinny dipping. so, i was the only in my bra and underwear and i had to go home like that too. fuck, if i had strict parents, that night would have probably been my last.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your least favorite memory?"[/color]
sixteen years old, had my first encounter with drugs in the back room of some lame club. i got in with a fake id and i had to like stuff my bra with a gazillion tissues. so, people were always smoking weed around me when i grew up...like my brother, my friends even my parents at times. but i never did it because i found it incredibly gross and i just wasn't into it. that night though, i decided to like have my first experience with drugs and i didn't smoke weed or even pop pills or anything, i actually jumped right for the big guy - cocaine. i was an idiot, i know, don't need to hear it but god, i was so fucked up. i remember being completely out of my mind, i was like laughing and screaming at...monsters that i could only see and nobody would help me out. i ended up crashing at some odd hour in the morning at a friend's place and never again, have i touched that drug.[/font][/blockquote]
"do you have any regrets?"[/color]
no, i don't think it makes sense to do anything in life if you're just going to end up regretting it later on.[/font][/blockquote]
"thank you very much for your time, you've been very helpful. i officially welcome you to never say never tour!"[/color]
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things you enjoy,[/color]
foreign boys, alluring accents, old photographs, fashion, love affairs in movies, black and white movies, anything to do with marilyn monroe, eharmony commercials, fashion magazines, long showers, bubbly soap, western romance novels, charmers, daredevils, laptops, traveling, anything portable, money, sex, boys with egos, rain, night life, cooking, designing clothes, alcohol. [/font]
things you can't stand,[/color]
hospitals, authority, hangovers, crowded clubs, uptight people, lazy weekend mornings, public bathrooms, diners, awkward silences, solitude, game stations, standing still, vomit, taste of vodka, major life changes, pop tarts, hot weather, snotty children, judgmental people, eating out, drugs. [/font]
your hobbies,[/color]
drinking, throwing parties, reading, cooking, painting, traveling, writing. [/font]
your fears,[/color]
being the child in her family that ends up unsuccessful and knocked up, dying in a car or plane crash, being written off as "just another girl." by any guy she meets, losing a family member, getting a terminal sickness, being abandoned. [/font]
your aspirations,[/color]
start her own clothing company, become a household name, move to an entirely different continent. [/font]
your quirks,[/color]
can never make up her mind, always keeps everything to herself, always has to do things her way even if it doesn't seem rational to.[/font]
your strengths,[/color]
designing clothing, cooking, painting, keeping down alcohol, coaxing others into talking about their problems, voicing her opinions, staying calm in stressful situations.[/font]
your weaknesses,[/color]
anything that has to do with sports or athleticism, finishing things she starts, staying in long term relationships, keeping her mind focused on one thing, dealing with psychos. [/font]
your secrets,[/color]
i've only had sex a total of five times in my whole life, so despite how many boys i hang around or get involved with, i sleep with like...well, virtually none of them. also, it sounds fucked but the only time i'd ever want to become some guy's girlfriend is if another girl was pursuing him - not because i loved him or anything, i just like being the girl that wins. [/font]
anything else,[/color]
she's a master cook ~ doesn't exactly know where she gets it from, but yeah, she's a pro in the kitchen.[/font]
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hey my name is mia! i am fifteen years old and have been roleplaying for two years. i found this site from advert. i'm in the eastern timzone, so remember that for when you want to plot with me! my other characters are none, so check them out too. i definitely looked in the rules and found this little message: admin edit.
The rhythmic clicking of her heels against the tile floor quickened as Minxe Ventura paced about her kitchen with numerous items tightly sheltered in her arms and a stiff, ironed apron tied around her slim waist. Loose curls of blond hair bobbed up and down as she made her way over to her kitchen counter and haphazardly dropped everything down. Bringing a hand up to her forehead and wiping away an invisible slick of sweat, the leggy blond examined the view before her; a small packet of spaghetti, various vegetables, spices and two empty pots. Although she didn't seem like it - especially at this moment with her current choice of attire for the kitchen, the young woman was quite skilled when it came to cooking. It was something that she had grown up watching her mother do, and those little mother-daughter cooking sessions that are usually only seen in feel-good family commercials were actually quite common in her household when she was a child. "Hm.." She hesitated for a fleeting moment before jumping into the task that she had set for herself.
At this point, every movement and decision she made regarding the preparation of the meal was completely from memory, it seemed as though it had been ages since she had even tasted her mother's infamous spaghetti recipe - which in truth, it was. Despite her having to pause numerous times in order to recall certain ingredients or steps, the preparation of the meal was going relatively well. In a short matter of time, Minxe had found herself stationed in front of her stove and stirring a pot of thick, red sauce and humming softly to herself. She let her mind roam from her family matters back home in new york, her dancing and then on him. The person that this whole kind gesture was for. Ah, Pierce. Although she had planned to go shopping or lounge around her apartment for the majority of the day, once he had called and requested that she come over with takeout, she just couldn't resist seeing him again. She also couldn't resist replacing his request for takeout with a home cooked meal, something that she only did for the special men in her life. Despite her barely knowing anything about Pierce except for those little, certain things that were obvious to her eyes, such as his apparent interest in her as well as her burlesque club, she considered him quite special.
Although the young woman had a strict personal rule about associating with any of the men that frequently visited the club, there were certain people - such as Pierce, who she was more than glad to make an exception for. Considering she barely knew him, there weren't many sensible reasons for her attraction - which was purely sexual at the moment, towards him. He definitely wasn't one of those creepy, old men who couldn't or just plainly didn't acknowledge the fine line between leering and admiring. Also, he was an attractive police officer, Minxe couldn't explain her attraction to men in uniform for the life of her - maybe it was just one of those odd, fetishes that some women had. A stifled laugh escaped from her lips once the thought of sexual fetishes crossed her head, leading her to mentally adding another point for Pierce; the sex was great. Smiling to herself, Minxe gently tapped her plump, bottom lip with her index finger and spun away from the stove in that giddy school girl manner - something that she very, rarely did. Even though the relationship between herself and Pierce wasn't one to squeal over, in the sense that it wasn't as though they were an exclusive couple or anything along those lines, there was still that unexplainable 'glow' about her.
At this point, every movement and decision she made regarding the preparation of the meal was completely from memory, it seemed as though it had been ages since she had even tasted her mother's infamous spaghetti recipe - which in truth, it was. Despite her having to pause numerous times in order to recall certain ingredients or steps, the preparation of the meal was going relatively well. In a short matter of time, Minxe had found herself stationed in front of her stove and stirring a pot of thick, red sauce and humming softly to herself. She let her mind roam from her family matters back home in new york, her dancing and then on him. The person that this whole kind gesture was for. Ah, Pierce. Although she had planned to go shopping or lounge around her apartment for the majority of the day, once he had called and requested that she come over with takeout, she just couldn't resist seeing him again. She also couldn't resist replacing his request for takeout with a home cooked meal, something that she only did for the special men in her life. Despite her barely knowing anything about Pierce except for those little, certain things that were obvious to her eyes, such as his apparent interest in her as well as her burlesque club, she considered him quite special.
Although the young woman had a strict personal rule about associating with any of the men that frequently visited the club, there were certain people - such as Pierce, who she was more than glad to make an exception for. Considering she barely knew him, there weren't many sensible reasons for her attraction - which was purely sexual at the moment, towards him. He definitely wasn't one of those creepy, old men who couldn't or just plainly didn't acknowledge the fine line between leering and admiring. Also, he was an attractive police officer, Minxe couldn't explain her attraction to men in uniform for the life of her - maybe it was just one of those odd, fetishes that some women had. A stifled laugh escaped from her lips once the thought of sexual fetishes crossed her head, leading her to mentally adding another point for Pierce; the sex was great. Smiling to herself, Minxe gently tapped her plump, bottom lip with her index finger and spun away from the stove in that giddy school girl manner - something that she very, rarely did. Even though the relationship between herself and Pierce wasn't one to squeal over, in the sense that it wasn't as though they were an exclusive couple or anything along those lines, there was still that unexplainable 'glow' about her.
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY NIKKI ESPECIALLY FOR NSN! TOUR, STEAL AND DIE.
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