Post by leandra abigail williamson on Dec 1, 2009 4:53:11 GMT -5
leandra abigail williamson.
e i g h t e e n. f e m a l e. s w e e t. m i d d l e c l a s s.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!no length is too short, but no length is too long, as long as you cover the basics, of where they were born, likes and dislikes, family life, and anything that is important to their development as a charrie. also, please provide info on how they relate to the main plot. feel free to include things like turn-on and offs, or dreams and goals.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be Jurate, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Taylor Swift. i've been doing this for two years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
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[/quote]Cassandra rushed along the road, a blue silhouette amont all the greyness, it seemed that most people didn't really like to stand out, or be seen, and Cassie kind of felt remorseful of that. Why blend, why be a sheep when you can be yourself. To Cassandra it was all about ebing yourself, and she was a bold girl, she liked to know that he personality showed, and it was a really special thing for her. Looking around, most people just walked along, with their heads down and none of their personalities showed, of course there was a rare one or two who stood out like Cas did, and she admired them for their bravery. Well, Cassandra didn't believe that she her delf was brave, just more outgoing than most, and that was a charming quality right? She liked to think so. Cassandra was just one of those rare people who enjoyed who they were, and followed no one else.
Her small figure pushed past the crowd that were so busy with their own lives, she didn't pay anyone a second glance as they rushed away, hurrying to get home, and while Cassandra had her holidays, and wasn;t rushing home from school, she was still rushing. She imagined what other people were thinking, looking around. She glanced at a woman in a suit, a skirt and a blazer, and wondered if she was thinking of her work? Maybe her children? Cassandra seriously had no clue, but when you think about it people like that aren't very hard to guess. She stopped for a second, ran a hand through her disheveled hair. Her blue eyeliner was very bright under her black lashes, she was wearing a blye top with skinny jeans and a whole lot of accessories, she wondered how she could carry it all, but all in all it wasn't all that bad. She believed that if you wanted to stand out, you needed to put up with a lot, even though Cassie rarely cared what she actually looked like.
Her green eyes darted around, when she spotted the bus stop. She didn't why she needed to stop and look, after all she knew this town like the back of her hand. Her lips made a small put as she pushed her way towards the bus stop, and when she got there the bus wan't there yet. She dropped her bag on the floor, but still careful to look after it so no one would steal it. She leaned agains the shelter, looking at all the people before her. Then after about a minute, she saw a person putting their arm out, and she rummaged quickly through her bag to find her oyster card. Once again she wondered why the hell she carried all this stuff, it was as if her whole life was in that bag, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. A triumphant smile covered them them when her fingers finally brushed agains the plastic of the card, and with a swiftenss, she pulled it out.
When the bus finally came, she and anotherperson seemed to be the only ones getting it. Cassnadra shrugged, even it was quite strange, and pressed her card to where it would usually beep. She smiled at the driver, who looked like he was in his thirties maybe, and watched ghim smile back. She was quite surprised, becuase most drivers very very depressed, and never smiled back. She looked around the bus, and the only seat available seemed to be next to a boy about her age, or next to a gray haired lady. To be honest, Cassie had not probalem at all with old people, it;s just that she couldn't have any proper conversation with them, but this boy seemed to look her age, and maybe they would have something in common. So, as the door of the bus closed shut, she made her way to the empty seat next to the boy, and to be honest she didn't recognise him, which was not a surprise. This is a muggle city, and it was full of.... well muggles.
'Hey, do you mind if I take this seat?' She asked with a smile that reached her lips. Cassnadra was generally a happy girl, always miling amking people laugh, and always avoiding depression even though some of her favourite bands were Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold and Sonic Syndiacate which were mostly screamo, and depressing, but to Cassie, unlike some people, music didn;t change her mood. She could lisgten to something about death and be happy, with a smile on her face. It depended more one events rather than some beats in her ear. 'I'm Cassandra,' She smiled at the boy, being brave enough to talk. To be honest it took a lot to make this girl embrrassed, and starting up a converstion with a random person wasn't one of them. She still had a while to go, and she wasn't about to be bored out of her mind sitting and doing nothing.
Comments││ Sorry it took so long!
Outfit││CLICK.
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ eight-three-four
Status││ UNfinished
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
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