ArynMae20That's cool, I had to get some sleep anyways :P
Oh my god that's crazy! I'm pretty adapted to the cold, and honestly couldn't imagine not having it. I guess we're all prepared for it over here :p But there are these stupid people who decide that it's a good idea to wear crop tops while it's below freezing outside, like today there was some random freshman walking around in a tight crop top and leggings and I was just like "Are you fucked?" (Pardon my language, but really!)
Well I'm planning on going to med-school and becoming some sort of doctor. I'm really into neurology so what I want to do is go into neuroscience and study Alzheimer's. I just think it's such an awful disease, and honestly I could never imagine just losing all my memories or forgetting my family members, and not even realizing that it is happening.
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Yay, it makes me really happy to hear you say that xD
Holy Wow! So I'm assuming you don't take many vacations? :p I have a friend who has military parents and she moves quite a bit. Honestly I couldn't imagine it, I've lived in this house for almost a decade and before that I lived in the house my dad grew up in, haha. So I'm pretty deep rooted! Although I am considering moving to Toronto and going to school there in a few years, I love that city and I really just want to experience the city lifestyle.
We've had a really cold winter this year so we do still have snow, but today was actually really nice and even a little warm and some of the snow melted so there is grass! *happy dances* After Christmas winter just becomes miserable and long. But then spring comes and then summer not long after! And yes, summers are amazing! Not as warm as Florida or Cali are, but it's still nice and you can still get a nice tan *cough burn cough*!
Holy Wow! So I'm assuming you don't take many vacations? :p I have a friend who has military parents and she moves quite a bit. Honestly I couldn't imagine it, I've lived in this house for almost a decade and before that I lived in the house my dad grew up in, haha. So I'm pretty deep rooted! Although I am considering moving to Toronto and going to school there in a few years, I love that city and I really just want to experience the city lifestyle.
We've had a really cold winter this year so we do still have snow, but today was actually really nice and even a little warm and some of the snow melted so there is grass! *happy dances* After Christmas winter just becomes miserable and long. But then spring comes and then summer not long after! And yes, summers are amazing! Not as warm as Florida or Cali are, but it's still nice and you can still get a nice tan *cough burn cough*!
Okay, done! Hope ya like it :)
Ooh, I love Montreal! But where I stayed it was kinda dirty and there was a lot of homeless people. But there was good shopping!
I've never been to North Carolina (lets get real, I've hardly been anywhere :p), but I'm sure it's great! Haha, where were you before?
Ooh, I love Montreal! But where I stayed it was kinda dirty and there was a lot of homeless people. But there was good shopping!
I've never been to North Carolina (lets get real, I've hardly been anywhere :p), but I'm sure it's great! Haha, where were you before?
The song came to an end and Charlie Summers smiled, an expression of aloof pleasure as she let the last chord strum off and end in a soft hum. There was a moment of breathless silence as she sat there, looking down at her beat up guitar, before her small entourage broke into applause. This broke Charlie from her daze as they flocked towards her guitar case. The sound of coins clinking together as they dropped into the velvet lined case made Charlie's blue eyes light up. “Thank you, thank you.” Her chorus of gratitude rung out in the air as she tried to address every person who gave her some amount of money. She smiled at a middle-aged man who dropped in two twenties, his balding head nodded as he looked towards her. “You're good.” The appraisal made Charlie laugh. “Thank you so much.” She beamed, leaning over to gather the cash out of the guitar case. She stuffed coins and several bills into her bag and started to pack up.
“I mean it, Miss. You shouldn't be out on this street, you should be in some sold out concert hall.” Charlie looked up to see that the man was still there, he wore an official looking suit and was holding a leather briefcase. Laughing bitterly, Charlie shook her head. “I wish. But times are tough, and this is a hard business. I perform where ever I can.” She had gotten her things packed and slinging her old satchel around her chest she looked over towards the guy who was now pulling something out of his jacket. “Listen, I see something in you. I could make you a star, you'd be the name everyone knew. You'd be sensational.” His deep voice told Charlie everything that she had ever wanted to here. She tucked a piece of blond hair behind her ear, looking down timidly as she reached out and took the business card he offered her. “You mean it?”
The man clapped his large, meaty hands together. The sound was sharp and erupted through the now empty street. “Of course I mean it! You've got... something special.” His eyes trailed her body. “The only thing is, sweetheart, fame doesn't come free. It's not gonna be cheap, my services.” Charlie sighed, and there was the catch. Money. After she had left her house at the age of seventeen and moved into the city with a friend, Char hadn't had much cash. It was a struggle to pay the bills every month and she'd never be able to pay for something like this. It must have shown in her body language, because a few seconds later his voice piped up again. “But there might be another way. If you just do me a few... favors, I might be able to help you out with the money issues.” Charlie's head shot up, she wasn't stupid and she knew just what these “favors” would be. Rolling her eyes Charlie looked down at the cheaply made card. “You're kidding me, right? Fuck off ass hole.” Chucking the card to the ground, she quickly grabbed her guitar case and shoved past the man, whose suit she noticed was not so high end after all. “Pervert.” She mumbled under her breath and she stalked away.
The cool night air was blessed against her sticky, sweating skin. That was not far from the first time she had been approached with such a proposition, yet every time something in her clicked with hope. Maybe this time it was real. Maybe this time she would luck out. Yet, she never did. Feeling defeated, Charlie slowly walked home. She enjoyed these evenings, when the streets were barren and it was just her and the wind that blew silently around her. She enjoyed the city life. Fast-paced, noisy, and always bringing something unexpected. However, she sometimes missed the silence that living in a rural area could bring, and she relished the moments when she was just alone in the quiet with only her thoughts for a companion. Sighing in relief, she saw the large, isolated building that was her home. Her brown, heeled boats, that came to her ankles and were decorated with some zippers and laces, tapped lightly against the pavement as she hurried towards the apartment. She wore a light, floral patterned skirt that brushed midway to her thigh and the only thing covering her legs was a pair of thin, black nylons. This was worn with a white, knitted sweater and a brown scarf. Fixing said scarf, she approached her building's steps and slowed when she saw a woman sitting tragically on them.
Charlie was confused for a second. The woman looked completely out of it, with her head bent and her hair shrouding her face. There was something slightly endearing about her, even though she was doing absolutely nothing to draw attention to herself. “Uh, um...” Charlie wasn't sure if she should let the woman be, or if she should ask what was wrong. She wanted to go inside, to get into some pajamas and curl up on her couch and watch criminal minds re-runs until she fell asleep. But this woman obviously needed help and Charlie wouldn't forgive herself if she just left her out here alone and looking so distraught. 'Alrighty.' Charlie thought to herself, sitting down on the steps next to the woman. Timidly, Charlie tapped her on the shoulder, she looked to be very prestigious and Charlie wasn't the most comfortable around authoritative people. Licking her dry lips, she looked at this woman and with a voice that wavered sighed, she asked: “Uh, are you... alright?”
“I mean it, Miss. You shouldn't be out on this street, you should be in some sold out concert hall.” Charlie looked up to see that the man was still there, he wore an official looking suit and was holding a leather briefcase. Laughing bitterly, Charlie shook her head. “I wish. But times are tough, and this is a hard business. I perform where ever I can.” She had gotten her things packed and slinging her old satchel around her chest she looked over towards the guy who was now pulling something out of his jacket. “Listen, I see something in you. I could make you a star, you'd be the name everyone knew. You'd be sensational.” His deep voice told Charlie everything that she had ever wanted to here. She tucked a piece of blond hair behind her ear, looking down timidly as she reached out and took the business card he offered her. “You mean it?”
The man clapped his large, meaty hands together. The sound was sharp and erupted through the now empty street. “Of course I mean it! You've got... something special.” His eyes trailed her body. “The only thing is, sweetheart, fame doesn't come free. It's not gonna be cheap, my services.” Charlie sighed, and there was the catch. Money. After she had left her house at the age of seventeen and moved into the city with a friend, Char hadn't had much cash. It was a struggle to pay the bills every month and she'd never be able to pay for something like this. It must have shown in her body language, because a few seconds later his voice piped up again. “But there might be another way. If you just do me a few... favors, I might be able to help you out with the money issues.” Charlie's head shot up, she wasn't stupid and she knew just what these “favors” would be. Rolling her eyes Charlie looked down at the cheaply made card. “You're kidding me, right? Fuck off ass hole.” Chucking the card to the ground, she quickly grabbed her guitar case and shoved past the man, whose suit she noticed was not so high end after all. “Pervert.” She mumbled under her breath and she stalked away.
The cool night air was blessed against her sticky, sweating skin. That was not far from the first time she had been approached with such a proposition, yet every time something in her clicked with hope. Maybe this time it was real. Maybe this time she would luck out. Yet, she never did. Feeling defeated, Charlie slowly walked home. She enjoyed these evenings, when the streets were barren and it was just her and the wind that blew silently around her. She enjoyed the city life. Fast-paced, noisy, and always bringing something unexpected. However, she sometimes missed the silence that living in a rural area could bring, and she relished the moments when she was just alone in the quiet with only her thoughts for a companion. Sighing in relief, she saw the large, isolated building that was her home. Her brown, heeled boats, that came to her ankles and were decorated with some zippers and laces, tapped lightly against the pavement as she hurried towards the apartment. She wore a light, floral patterned skirt that brushed midway to her thigh and the only thing covering her legs was a pair of thin, black nylons. This was worn with a white, knitted sweater and a brown scarf. Fixing said scarf, she approached her building's steps and slowed when she saw a woman sitting tragically on them.
Charlie was confused for a second. The woman looked completely out of it, with her head bent and her hair shrouding her face. There was something slightly endearing about her, even though she was doing absolutely nothing to draw attention to herself. “Uh, um...” Charlie wasn't sure if she should let the woman be, or if she should ask what was wrong. She wanted to go inside, to get into some pajamas and curl up on her couch and watch criminal minds re-runs until she fell asleep. But this woman obviously needed help and Charlie wouldn't forgive herself if she just left her out here alone and looking so distraught. 'Alrighty.' Charlie thought to herself, sitting down on the steps next to the woman. Timidly, Charlie tapped her on the shoulder, she looked to be very prestigious and Charlie wasn't the most comfortable around authoritative people. Licking her dry lips, she looked at this woman and with a voice that wavered sighed, she asked: “Uh, are you... alright?”
I'm almost done, I just have one last paragraph to finish up!
Haha, oh my god I totally do that too! Before I start RPing with someone I'll always go look at their posts to see what they write like. Oh, and thanks :D
Yep... little old Nova Scotia. I honestly love it here, it's so quaint and some places are absolutely beautiful!
Haha, oh my god I totally do that too! Before I start RPing with someone I'll always go look at their posts to see what they write like. Oh, and thanks :D
Yep... little old Nova Scotia. I honestly love it here, it's so quaint and some places are absolutely beautiful!
Yaay!
So, I'm just not gonna bother replying to you over PM because that would be kinda pointless since we've got this :P But yeah, that was a lot of writing haha. You're a really good writer, by the way. I love your description! Also, thank you! I love the name Charlotte but I like the nickname Charlie even more! It certainly suits her.
Anyways, I'm gonna go write my post! I'll just be a couple of minutes :)
So, I'm just not gonna bother replying to you over PM because that would be kinda pointless since we've got this :P But yeah, that was a lot of writing haha. You're a really good writer, by the way. I love your description! Also, thank you! I love the name Charlotte but I like the nickname Charlie even more! It certainly suits her.
Anyways, I'm gonna go write my post! I'll just be a couple of minutes :)
Name: Eloise Jane Marvin
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Of course she is wearing a typical uniform, and her hair is usually up in a high ponytail. She has an average build/height and weighs about 120 lbs.
Biography: Eloise doesn't know who she really is, she only knows what she has been told. Which is the same as what has been explained to all the other experiments. Greatness, eminence, high repute. A cause of great importance and she was one of those chosen for it. This should have been a great honour to her, and it was, at first. She was ready to serve however needed, still is to some point, but after her memories were wiped and the experimentation began all of this pride and alacrity slowly decreased on a downhill spiral that kept on going as they performed heinous tests on her. Soon enough Eloise had nothing but fear, pain and loss, consuming her entire being until there was nothing left but blackness.
Personality: Eloise doesn't remember real past, but what she remember since having her memories wiped is not for the feint of heart. These memories have fueled the fire towards her timid, introvert ways. Trust doesn't come easy for her, nor does common sense and boundaries. After her memories were wiped all that was left was an understanding for everyday functions, now most of that has been stripped away as well. She is a sniveling mess most of the time, and cruel and distant the rest. However, she use to be kind and compassionate, she loved people and trusted everyone. She wanted to be helpfully, she wanted to prove herself and her worth. But after being probed and cut and tested like a piece of meat she changed, as any person would, for the worst. Now Eloise can barely function, and the only productive emotions she can muster are hate and rage, because at least with these feelings she is able to do something other then wallow in pitiful sadness all of the time. Something in Eloise is broken. Her hope, her innocence, her belief in humanity. Now, in a twist of perfect irony, all she wants is death. But there is still some of that drive in her, and that need to fight it's just shoved way, way back waiting to make it's appearance.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Biography: Eloise doesn't know who she really is, she only knows what she has been told. Which is the same as what has been explained to all the other experiments. Greatness, eminence, high repute. A cause of great importance and she was one of those chosen for it. This should have been a great honour to her, and it was, at first. She was ready to serve however needed, still is to some point, but after her memories were wiped and the experimentation began all of this pride and alacrity slowly decreased on a downhill spiral that kept on going as they performed heinous tests on her. Soon enough Eloise had nothing but fear, pain and loss, consuming her entire being until there was nothing left but blackness.
Personality: Eloise doesn't remember real past, but what she remember since having her memories wiped is not for the feint of heart. These memories have fueled the fire towards her timid, introvert ways. Trust doesn't come easy for her, nor does common sense and boundaries. After her memories were wiped all that was left was an understanding for everyday functions, now most of that has been stripped away as well. She is a sniveling mess most of the time, and cruel and distant the rest. However, she use to be kind and compassionate, she loved people and trusted everyone. She wanted to be helpfully, she wanted to prove herself and her worth. But after being probed and cut and tested like a piece of meat she changed, as any person would, for the worst. Now Eloise can barely function, and the only productive emotions she can muster are hate and rage, because at least with these feelings she is able to do something other then wallow in pitiful sadness all of the time. Something in Eloise is broken. Her hope, her innocence, her belief in humanity. Now, in a twist of perfect irony, all she wants is death. But there is still some of that drive in her, and that need to fight it's just shoved way, way back waiting to make it's appearance.
Okay, I'll have my CS done in a bit :)
Just wondering, do the experiments know that they had pasts at all? Or do they just think that their lives started the day that they woke up in a lab or something?
Same here :)
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