Post by *INDIANA ROSE DAY! on Jan 3, 2010 1:48:50 GMT -5
And yes my name is,
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It will all fall into place,
And I just have to know, who are you? indiana rose day
So how many years have you walked this earth? twenty
Whats the exact date you began to breath? january thirteenth
Curiosity isn't a burden, whats your sexuality? straight
Hm... I can pin point it but what sex are you? female
Woah! So how did your character come to be? origional
So who are your friends and whats your partake? potential victim merch seller
You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? lizz mohin
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This is who I am,
What do you like, love, or desire exactly?
coffee, staying up late, alcohol, cigarettes, roller coasters, being wild, themed parties, sex, facebook, twitter, san francisco, marijuana, hooka, being vegan, traveling, green tea, her family, being drunk, partying, making out, shameless flirting, cuddling, fashion, perfume, skinny dipping, sour patch kids, the opposite sex, driving, horror movies, dancing, being naked, tattoos, piercing, fabric softener, soft skin, city life, old films, thunder storms, pictures, texting, feeling loved, video games, lacy underwear, being spontaneous, experimenting, reading, beer pong, interacting with people, drinking games, make up sex, monty python, being right, harry potter, reading, Toco Bell, high heels, iphone, laughing, soy ice cream, cleaver jokes, concerts, music, pay day, showering, me days
And you seem to hate alot, what do you dispise?
badly applied makeup, extremely hot weather, smell of gas, bruises, the twilight series, hangovers, melodramatic people, myspace, being yelled at, chocolate, milk, farmville, anything about meat, fangirls, frugal people, headaches, animal cruelty, waiting in line, delayed flights, people who complain about her being vegan, crazy peta people, horses, scammers, rude kids, people who don’t keep promises, early mornings, arguing, tomatoes, wheat, glutton, coca-cola, ed hardy, people who never try, humidity, bad drivers, being sick, guns, cancer, stepping on gum, body oder, bad breathe, rude sales people, internet pop ups, religion shoved down throat, private school, parents complaining, McDonalds, anime kids, obvious answer questions, ignorant people, having food allergies
We all feel like a surge of energy lies within us.
appearing like she cares, being strong willed, holding her own, getting what she wants, can be hardworking
And I know that you can be that positive, so your weak?
having a short temper, never being on time, can’t just have one sip of alcohol, very opinionated
Attitudes can kill too, what is your personality?
indiana is the type of girl who rolls out of bed hangover as fuck, slams at least two red bulls on top of grabbing a coffee on the way to work once she realizes her shift started a good hour ago. she has the princess attitude that will fuck some shit up if you so happen to piss her off. there is no hiding what you get with this girl, she is who she is and she will let the world know.
in the simplest terms available indy is that in your face bitch with a mouth that needs some censoring. all her life people have been telling her how she needs to tone it down a bit, or try to be more respectful. any attempts to control this firecracker only seem to work long enough for her to please who she needs to please. after that indy is back to her normal spirited self, which drives her parents crazy. they are the two people who try to control her as much as they possibly can, which only makes her want to be even more rebellious. her whole life she can remember her parents making strict rules to keep her in line because they felt she would grow up to be a dead beat. this only causes her to purposely break the rules just to restate that there is no controlling her and she will do what she wants. indy has always been the handful in the family and always will be. if was a normal occurrence in the day household to receive a call about how indy had used colorful language to express her feelings to a teacher or physically attack another kid when she got mad. at twenty years old she is still getting in trouble for her mouth and being a fighter. if it is at all possibly, avoid irritating her because her fuse is extremely short and she is known to get snappy no matter who you are. usually she will give a simple warning asking you to stop or how you are pissing her off, but that is the only warning. her next gesture usually ranges from her telling you off to throwing a fist until she receives her way. horrible traits she has, yet they are what make up indy. all her friends know to avoid getting her opinion because she can be brutally honest with no regret on what she is saying or feeling remorseful after. lets just say she has lost plenty of friends and created even more enemies with her mouth. just expect the worst when you make her mad. words are not her only tactic; she is known to get physical. everything starts off with her mouth flapping away without thinking of one word as she gets in your face to prove her point followed by a whirlwind of blows and finally being pulled away. worst case scenario for this girl is when she gets so heated, and full of anger that she blacks out, loosing herself. basically don't make her mad or pick a fight unless you care to deal with the consequences that come.
now indy is not always an ugly girl, yes her mouth is still fowl and she has that princess attitude, but she is a bundle of happy unnatural energy. this girl consumes an ungodly amount of caffeine throughout the day, on top of smoking cigarettes like they are candy, and it always comes to a surprise when she finally gets to sleep at night. however, when she is awake you can count on having a good, spontaneous day with this girl because she just can’t seem to sit still long enough to think a complete plan out. whatever interesting and fun comes to mind is pretty much what she does. thankfully she can usually complete a task all the way through, usually. indy is an opportunist at heart and when a better offer comes along you can sure as hell bet that she will jump on that train. sometimes she has been known to jump on the bandwagon for a ride and a stepping stone to a better opportunity. the problem that occurs is that she doesn’t feel too bad using other people to get ahead in the game. everyone is doing the same right? right. currently life is treating her good and she is happy with her current placement. indy likes to interact with the public, especially selling items because she has that very cheesy car salesman personality with a flirty edge that comes naturally. she has a way of grabbing people’s attention and pulling them in to the merch booth so she can be her normal chatty cathy self while hoping to win over hearts. it is all for business purposes though, or at least most of the time. she wants to make the band money, which means she needs to hustle those young naïve kids into buying a little something. once indy has pulled you in she has an uncanny way of not taking no for an answer and creating a better deal just to get you to spend some money. there is no doubt that she is a hard worker when she is working, it is just getting her to work. she is the worst person when it comes to being on time because she lives in her own time bubble. in her eyes the day revolves around her schedule, not what is actually happening in reality. needless to say she has been fired from countless jobs for being late, yet it still hasn’t stuck in her mind. sometimes she will try, but some how she will get distracted and still is late. on rare occasion does she roll in on time.
the reason behind why indy is always late is simple, she is out partying every night that she can or at least hitting up the eighteen and over clubs. this girl is wild when she gets any drop of alcohol into her system because on beer or shot is never enough. alcohol tastes too good for her to stop and her number gets blurry faster than she can keep count. needless to say she has woken up numerous times without a memory of the night before and is usually filled in the next day on how crazy she really got. basically alcohol and indiana day do not mix at all, yet she still continues to drink like it is going out of style. this habit of hers has lead to countless embarrassing moments, especially with the fact that her clothes begin peeling off as she gets more and more drunk. by the end of the night if she is not in bed with some guy she barely knows, or knows really well, she is usually passed out partially clothed. indy knows the way she drinks is not good at all, and she has honestly put and effort towards drinking less, it just requires a lot of self control. when she is trying to control her drinking she is not having as good of a time because she feels pressured. if she truly wants to limit how much she drinks that night she will bring along a friend that either doesn’t drink or drinks a little to baby-sit her. sucks for them, but she always pays them back. at least it is one less morning she has to wake up wondering what happened the night before and if she did anything worth regretting. and yes, she has attended aa meetings, they just seemed like whiny bullshit to her. in her eyes she is still young and getting the wild side she has out before she truly needs to grow up. tour is not helping her drinking habit at all. with no one really to control her, she has stopped trying to control herself. new cities, new boys, new parties, that sounds like living to her. it makes it hard to fall in love and find someone when she can’t control herself. she wants someone to call her own, yet is scared to mess anything up and hurt someone by her stupid actions.
one hot mess.
My past is nothing special,
[/center][/color][/font][/size]Dear i'd love to know who your parents are?
celeste Alexandra day—forty seven– OB/GYN
matthew james day -- forty seven—oncologist
Did you have someone to argue with when you were younger?
evolet azalea day – twenty five – dentil hygienist -- married
boston james day—twenty three – independent film director -- engaged
Any wild animals running around your house?
zuvan -- cat -- serval – brown spotted – two years old -- male
odin -- dog -- lab – brown – two years old -- male
So I wanna know about your past, present, and maybe even future?
the pre-story is a short sweet little story that doesn’t involve some dramatic meeting, nor did indiana’s parents run in to each other and be in love at first sight. it all started in the tummy of two vibrant women who met in lamaze class and became the best of friends because their babies were born around the same time. it was inevitable that matthew and celeste would be just as good as friends growing up thanks to the numerous play dates growing up. just as everyone wanted, and expected, the two were attached at the hip. the two should have been basically classified as siblings because the two experienced just about everything together. their parents thought they were the cutest little couple in the world and knew the two would be getting married when they were old enough. celeste and matthew had their up and down moments, which is inevitable considering the amount of time they spent together. kinks in their relationship started in high school when both wanted to break away and start experimenting with other people. up to sophomore year in high school the two tried everything together and both needed something fresh. there was always jealous, yet they would come back to each other in the end of a failing relationship. it was a comfort place. the two still made every decision together in life, which is why they decided to go into the medical field, yet each went into their separate fields. still, they were study buddies and when graduation finally came matthew asked celeste to marry him. not to long after did the pair have their first child evolet, then their second boston and finally they stopped at indiana rose day.
in the beginning years of indy’s life, her mother was around far more often than her father was, yet that didn’t last long. both of her parents were in the process of opening their own practice, which was consuming more if their time than they planned. celeste was only around the house more because she had a new baby on her hands, a toddler and a five year old. instead of being out of the house physically she did as much work as she could from the home office. however, that is only so productive when her job is more hands on and requires her to be present. being away from work on maternity leave did have great benefits. for one celeste was able to spend more time with her kids by taking then on outing or just playing at home. still, work was still in the back of her mind being that she was the workaholic type of person. indy’s parents were a lucky pair though, due to a misfortune, because they had a built in babysitter, grandma day. after her husbands death she was not able to afford living in a house alone so she opted to move into the guest house. this event happened way before indy was eve born, yet the first couple years of her life she seemed to spend more time with her grandmother than her own parents. such is life though and these were the earlier days, the ones that mattered yet are hardly remembered.
indiana’s parents are extremely religious, and all her life she has grown up in a house that has strong believes and ties to their faith. this meant religiously attending church on sundays, on holidays and they occasionally did a weekday night service. on top of it all indy and her siblings never experiences public school. instead they attended a private christian school from kindergarten all the way through their senior year of high school. in indy’s eyes living with such religious parents was rough because she has always been a bit of the black sheep in the family. the religion was constantly being shoved down her throat, yet she is the type of person who has to question everything, and this she questioned. it always, and still does, up set her parents that she doesn’t just accept what she has been taught. to make matters worse indy’s choice in working as a merch seller for a band, traveling around with other band people and partying, is shame in their eyes. her parents know she is smart and would prefer her to attend college, yet school is just not her thing.
all through school indy did what she does best, party. for her it was difficult though because she had so sneak out of the house and create bogus stories that her parents would believe. the only problem was her older sister evolet who was totally straight edge and followed every rule their parents had set. she acted as the parent police when their parents fell for the false story. needless to say indy had to work for every wild drunk night that she had. there was a handful of times that she had no problems. partying was one past time, and attending shows was another. she would attend almost every local shows that featured local and touring bands. some of her best moments were at the venue with friends and bands. the music crowd was who she primarily hung around with. music was her life and distraction from the real world, yet she has never been musically talented. she envies people who are able to play music well because that is exactly what she wishes she could do.
-gah crappy history but it will work for now-
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Who are you exactly,
[/size][/font][/center]And so who are you really? hannah
So your how old again? eighteen
You've been roleplaying for how long? sixish
How many other characters do you have? none
What would you like your member title to be? member title desired
Oh! whats the secret password love? none
Hm... anything else I should know? so....
A look of amusement was captured on London’s face as she lie on her back in the middle of the hotel room letting all her attention focus on the ceiling fan. She had convinced herself that if you follow one blade a full revolution or more the whole fan slowed down; at least it appeared that way. Right now she was testing and retesting this discovery of hers out of complete boredom. She had nothing else to do this late in the evening other than smoke weed, listen to music which was playing from her open laptop, and make irrelevant determinations. Long ago she had stopped texting Nicholas, and she wasn’t to sure where the rest of her band mates were. For all she knew they could have been hiding out in the bedrooms, but that was high implausible because she couldn’t recall anyone coming in or leaving. The next problem London seemed to be having was that her stomach was on a grumbling rampage. It had been hours since she had consumed any substance other than water, and on top of it all the munchies were swooping in quickly. There was only one solution to this obstacle in her evening, food. Rolling over to side, facing the computer, she put a pause to her music then slowly got up from her spot on the floor. For a moment she stood in place to stretch her arms over her head waking up the muscle of hers that had fallen into a tingly state. Letting her arms collapse back to her side London glanced down at the floor as she slid her feet into a pair of cozy brown moccasins. Before leaving she needed money and finding her purse was proving to be a problem. She couldn’t exactly remember where she had dropped the thing earlier in the day. Without it there was no money, which meant no food and that was out of the question. Beginning to search around London hadn’t gotten to far time wise into looking and she was ready to quit. She was lost on every possible place she could have put it. With a huff she placed her hands on her hips thinking hard and out of the corner of her eye she caught the black bag sitting on the ground next to the couch. Of all obvious places that was one that she must has skimmed over in her lazy search. Grabbing a dollar from her wallet she was now prepared and out the door. There had to be a vending machine hidden somewhere in the crappy hotel and she was on a mission to find it.
Unbundling the old dollar from her hand London held each short side in order to rub the piece of parchment against the machine corner to iron out the crumples. She felt a sense of satisfaction overcome her when the once balled piece of paper was now a limp, yet functional piece of currency. Smiling over her petty accomplishment London fed it into the machine with excitement. Only moments after surrendering her dollar it was spit back out causing her excitement to be knocked down a few notches. She couldn’t believe her money was rejected because it was perfectly good. “no,no,no.” taking the dollar she flattened it out quickly before sending it right back into the machine. This time she shoved her hand over the hole, once the dollar was in, to make sure it wasn’t spit out again. Second time a charm, and back up goes the enthusiasm. Now time for the generally difficult part, deciding. She actually found it quite easy to pick because while she was making her money usable she had time to weight out her prospects. Chips were her first choice, like a bag of Doritos, then her sweet tooth kicked in making her crave some Hot Tamales, in the end her attention was sucked in by a bag of Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies. “A-5” it was smooth sailing from here, on the munchies curb-athon. “what no ! noooo! What did I ever do but feed you the green?” London stared intensely at the vending machine with her brows furrowed as her eyes were glued to the bag of cookies stuck on the other side of the glass. She wanted them bad and standing here was only making her crave for the sugar spike higher. To a person who was not under the influence, and in her situation, going back to the room to get more money would have been the logical way of thinking. However, London had smoked way to much and was convinced she could figure out a way to get the food without causing harm. Shifting her weight onto one foot she crossed her arms against her chest and started the theories in her head. They were pulled from the most conservative sections of her brain as well as the spontaneous parts. At one point, in the couple minutes that she stood there, she took one step forwards to be close enough to push all the buttons before stepping back to the thinking position. The logic behind pushing all the buttons was to possible trick the system into thinking that there was money already fed in and in return she would get a free snack. That theory was a failure as she received the same ‘insert change’ light blinking every time her bony fingers prodded. All this time she was wasting. She could have been to her room, got some more money and down the road to the convenient store buying food..
Unbundling the old dollar from her hand London held each short side in order to rub the piece of parchment against the machine corner to iron out the crumples. She felt a sense of satisfaction overcome her when the once balled piece of paper was now a limp, yet functional piece of currency. Smiling over her petty accomplishment London fed it into the machine with excitement. Only moments after surrendering her dollar it was spit back out causing her excitement to be knocked down a few notches. She couldn’t believe her money was rejected because it was perfectly good. “no,no,no.” taking the dollar she flattened it out quickly before sending it right back into the machine. This time she shoved her hand over the hole, once the dollar was in, to make sure it wasn’t spit out again. Second time a charm, and back up goes the enthusiasm. Now time for the generally difficult part, deciding. She actually found it quite easy to pick because while she was making her money usable she had time to weight out her prospects. Chips were her first choice, like a bag of Doritos, then her sweet tooth kicked in making her crave some Hot Tamales, in the end her attention was sucked in by a bag of Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies. “A-5” it was smooth sailing from here, on the munchies curb-athon. “what no ! noooo! What did I ever do but feed you the green?” London stared intensely at the vending machine with her brows furrowed as her eyes were glued to the bag of cookies stuck on the other side of the glass. She wanted them bad and standing here was only making her crave for the sugar spike higher. To a person who was not under the influence, and in her situation, going back to the room to get more money would have been the logical way of thinking. However, London had smoked way to much and was convinced she could figure out a way to get the food without causing harm. Shifting her weight onto one foot she crossed her arms against her chest and started the theories in her head. They were pulled from the most conservative sections of her brain as well as the spontaneous parts. At one point, in the couple minutes that she stood there, she took one step forwards to be close enough to push all the buttons before stepping back to the thinking position. The logic behind pushing all the buttons was to possible trick the system into thinking that there was money already fed in and in return she would get a free snack. That theory was a failure as she received the same ‘insert change’ light blinking every time her bony fingers prodded. All this time she was wasting. She could have been to her room, got some more money and down the road to the convenient store buying food..
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