Post by helen grace baxter on Jan 25, 2009 12:57:24 GMT -5
HELENGRACEBAXTER!
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Helen has been keeping it fly for eighteen years. she's been playing the game for five and playing it the best with Helen Baxter. lucky she knows the password, with is hustler.
SHE THINKS I'M CRAZY,[/center][/font]
full name: Helen Grace Baxter
age: Eighteen
grade: Senior
clique: Loner
nicknames: None
sexual orientation: Pansexual
JUDGING BY THE FACES THAT SHE'S MAKING,
[/color][/center][/font]height: 5'5"
weight: 125lbs
hair color: Dusky brunette
eye color: Blue
defining features: Blue eyes, pale skin, weird style of dress
pb claim: Zooey Deschanel
SHE CALLS ME SWEET HEART,
[/color][/font][/center]dreams:
• To do something to make her father happy
• Actually find out what that thing could be
• To make herself happy
fears:
• Loosing a friend or her father
• Dying
• Finding out that a friend actually hates her
secrets:
• Has systemic lupus erythematosus
• Her mother killed the father of Helen's half-sister.
likes:
• Alcohol
• Loud music
• Cats
• Driving
• Sleeping
• DnD
• Left 4 Dead
• Morgan Esmund
• Her father
• Iron Man
• Painkillers
dislikes:
• Acronyms
• Trucks
• Poker
• Egyptian Rat Race
• Rap music
• Tiny handbags
• Chocolate
• Her fathers job
• Rain
• Conspiracy theories
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I LOVE THE WAY SHE WAKES ME WHEN IT'S STILL DARK,
[/color][/font][/center]mother: Kaylee Dale, 40, Deceased.
father: Robert Baxter, 38, Attorney.
siblings: Susan Dale, half-sister, Deceased.
hometown: Houston Texas.
relationship status: Single
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AND SHE WATCHES THE SUN,
rp sample:
The light was gray.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
anything else?: Nope
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BUT SHE'S THE ONLY ONE I'VE GOT MY EYES ON,
[/color][/font]this application was made by margi, aka DANCE WITH THE WIND ! of CAUTION 2.0! if you take this as your own, she will spaz. as will her totally stealth GFRAN, kristi. and kristi bites. oh but of course, lyrics from the song i must be dreaming, by the maine![/center][/size]
