Post by elliot corrine zane. on Oct 16, 2009 15:43:05 GMT -5
YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER
stranger, well its nice to meet you sir. i guess i'll go.[/color][/font][/center]
[/blockquote][/blockquote]"be careful, this may or may not contain random facts. reader discretion is advised xD
well, i guess i could start with saying hey. yeah, that'd definitely be a good start. i'm not even sure why the hell i'm doing this thing, but i'm guessing it's necessary? oh well. i'm elliot corrine zane. but friends often call me elli. though, don't call me that if you barely know me, or other nicknames you could come up with. i don't know.. i just think it'd be.. kind of awkward? no? bah. so yeah, i'm a gryffindor, and proud of it. no more questions, thank you. i'm seventeen years old which obviously makes me a seventh year. and i think the only really good thing that there is to being in seventh year is being allowed to do magic freely and graduating in not so long. wonderful. i was born august first nineteen ninety-five in manchester. i still live there with my parents and siblings and great grand mother. i don't even know how she could survive but not my grandparents. strange. but i love her. she's a crazy old witch :] anyway. i'm a girl, because i think it's important precising it with the name i have, and i don't believe in any god whatsoever. i mean, of course there must be some great force which formed the universe. but i don't think it's the religious kind of force. more like star wars kind of force. and to answer to the question i feel that is coming, i am absolutely not a fan of star wars. but my brother is. i don't know what's with him and his muggle cinema obsession, seriously.
people say i look like some girl on the net. what's her name again? .. frieda rose. well, i like that name. at least, it's not a boyish name. >_> SO. um.. well, i'd say i'm rather skinny. well, all my family is made like that. except from my dad. yeah, strangely, my dad's fat, and none of his kids got that gene. i guess my mother's genes were stronger. yay for me. so, i'm skinny, but not tall AT ALL. i'm smaaall. smaller than my youngest sister who heritated of our mother's size. i think i'm something like five foot three inches.. or five foot four inches. but not much more than that. i have long blond hair which i absolutely hate to cut. i think i've cut them about three times in my entire life. kind of proud of them, in fact. i guess we could say i'm kind of tanned. it always depends on the light. i can look really tanned or really white. so yeah. oh and i have brown eyes. shut up, brown eyes are beautiful, mkay? i have to main goals in my life. one, graduate with great marks. two, have an interesting job. not a boring job during which i'll be stuck behind a desk all day long. that would be a nightmare really.
there are three things in life that make me happy. well, there are more than that. but you know, those are the main ones. first is the wonderful desserts my great grandmother makes. second is doing magic, generally. it's seriously the only moment i feel powerful. you know, because, otherwise, i'm smaller than everyone and nobody seems to notice me. so using magic makes me feel powerful and noticeable, so it makes me happy. third is little birds singing every morning. it warms me up inside and just simply makes me smile. if there are three things that make me happy, there are surely three things that make me want to bite someone's head off. first, there's liars. i totally hate people who lie. they basically make me want to vomit. i never, ever lie, unless it becomes really, really, really necessary, which happens only on VERY rare occasions. second, there's purebloods who think they're more powerful and more intelligent only because they're purebloods. god they annoy me so much. DUDE, I THOUGHT IT HAD BEEN SETTLED WHEN HERMIONE GRANGER TOTALLY PROVED THE CONTRARY. third, there's my father. he's just so over protective and it gets super annoying. i mean.. it's not like i didn't have anything to defend myself now. i am allowed to use magic. i can fucking defend myself, god. people often use these ten words to describe me: honest, selfless, curious, adventurous, funny ( when i'm not trying to be ), lively, brave, determined, kind and smart. i can't really tell you if any of them are true. but well, i guess they are. otherwise people wouldn't be talking about me like that, right?
my father's name is jameson georges zane and he is forty-five years old. he works for the ministry but i'm not really certain of what he actually does there. and i could care less. my mother's name is delphine carolina zane and she is forty-two years old. she's a stay at home mom, as far as i know. she cooks, she cleans, she washes, she does our rooms, she takes care of the youngest kids of the family who are my two sisters, the twins. maria jillian and arianne veronica zane who both are six years old. and then, there's my brother, justin william zane, who's thirteen years old. meaning that he's in third year, here, at hogwarts. i think he's in hufflepuff. i mean.. the kid is such a coward and so stupid. so he can't really be in either gryffindor or ravenclaw, right? and i am absolutely positive on the fact that he is NOT in slytherin. so only hufflepuff left.
when i was one year old, we apparently already knew that magic lived inside of me. but the only moment that i remember using magic was when i was six years old, on the day my brother was celebrating his second birthday. my mother had gave me only one thing to do, get the little monster dressed while she was preparing all the other things that needed to be prepared before the people came. obviously, my father was at work. and so, while i was trying to help him with either his shirt, his pants or his shoes, the boy had found toys to throw at me. and he floated right up to the ceiling. my parents had already told me i was a witch and so i was almost certain that it came from me. my mother thought it had been an accident, but i knew better. even though they thought it was an accident, they grounded me for a week. but seeing the fear on my younger brother's face was totally worth that after what he had made me endure.
so, i guess that is all. there's not much to say about my life, seriously. so we'll stop here."
ohhai, my name is ANNIE and i'm FOURTEEN years old. i've been roleplaying for THREE YEARS because i'm that awesome. you can reach me at PM OR MSN. just in case you were wondering, the password is AVADA KEDAVRA. and i decided to put credit for banner here. so it goes to HESTERFACE, @ CAUTION 2.0.
i am restless and i keep trembling, everyone watch
me as i descend, into a feeling that's overwhelming me, i finally stopped,
stopped making sense, i can't stop talking to myselfthe girl slowly pulled sleeves down even though they already were down to the middle of her small, delicate hand. standing on the tip of her toes, she tried to see over other people’s shoulders, wandering why the line over to the bathroom didn’t seem to advance at all. did one of the little girl’s she had seen at the front of the line have an accident? or were the old ladies simply taking all the time they could? delphine rolled her blue eyes and moved out of the line quickly, sticking her hands in her front pockets, touching, in one of her pockets, the packet of chewing gums she had bought earlier and, in the other one, her keys along with her iphone of which it’s earphones were stuck in her ears. she prefered that to the loud noise of babies crying, mothers trying to calm them down, teenage girls giggling and many other people. oh how she hated this place. first, because everybody seemed to be wearing the very same shirt, whether it was boys or girls. second, because she had never felt comfortable around crowds. third.. well, there wasn’t really a third one but she was certain that she’d be able to find another one in no time. quickly, she made her way through a group of people around her age she was sure she had seen before, probably in high school or at the university since those had been the places she had spent most of her time these past two years except from her apartment. she replaced a lock of her brown, curly hair behind her ear and looked down at her shoes as she walked past them, hoping that, like that, nobody would be able to recognize her. well, until today, it had always worked. and it seemed that her trick was still good. either that or they had absolutely no idea who she was. it wouldn’t have surprised her. she wasn’t really the type of girl who would be noticed. her pale lips slowly moved as she quietly sang along to the song that was now playing on her iphone. she passed in front of so many people, so many stores, but never stopped walking. she swiftly stepped aside whenever a salesman or saleswoman came to her and walked faster passed them, making them understand that she wasn’t interested. she never was. she probably was the salesmen’s and saleswomen’s worst nightmare ever. she barely ever bought anything, unless it was food or chewing gum. which, by the way, she couldn’t live without. she pulled the packet out of her pocket, opened it and made one piece of chewing gum fall in her hand before throwing it in her mouth. as she looked back up, her eyes fell on a sign of the food court. a smile appeared on her lips and she took that direction. she could sit there as long as she wanted without anybody bothering her, as long as she took a table that had only two places. as soon as she spotted one of those tables, she practically ran to it so she’d be sure to have it.
in her excitement, delphine ran into a poor man who was drinking a coffee and she obliviously made him spill it over his beautiful shirt. her already large eyes widened in horror as she watched the man take a step back and scream words that she could barely hear. she quickly took the iphone out of her pocket and pressed pause. though, as soon as she did that, she wished she hadn’t. quickly, she took the earphones out of her ears and quickly muttered sorry over and over again. she ran to a table nearby and grabbed napkins, then running back and giving them to the angry man. by then, she had become red like a tomato and was on the verge of crying as she watched him. the man told her that she should be watching where she went and she simply nodded. he pushed her lightly with his shoulder as he walked past her, muttering insults. she was biting her bottom lip so hard that she wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been bleeding now. as she stared down at her shoes, she allowed her fringe to fall in front of her eyes to hide the fact that they were slowly becoming watery. in a quick movement, she wiped the tears away before they even started to roll down her cheeks. she looked back up and saw that the table was still free. slowly and making sure she didn’t bump in anybody this time, she went over to the table and dropped on the chair, pulling her backpack off of her fragile, delicate shoulders and putting it down on top of the table. sighing deeply, delphine let her head fall forward on her bag. she breathed in to regain her composure and then looked back up, sticking her earphones back in her ears and taking her iphone out. she pressed the play button again and leaned back in her chair, pulling her knees up to her chest. the girl sighed once again and she put the iphone down on the table in front of her, then letting her arms drop on either side of her. why did it always have to happen to her? why did she have to be so fucking clumsy? and why did she always have to act like it was the end of the world right after whatever had happened because of her? i mean, really, cry just because a stupid jerk was too stupid to understand that she hadn’t seen him and that she was sorry? of course, her mental health had always been kind of fragile. but seriously, she had to regain control if she wanted to survive. you know how high school was with all it’s bitching? well she hadn’t been able to socially survive through that because of her fragility. ut it had to be different for university. and it would be.
she looked around, quickly looking away when she saw people she knew. she didn’t want to be recognized, not now. it wouldn’t be a good time, not when she was still shaking because of this little yet terrible ( to her ) event. she brushed her hair behind her ear and crossed her legs indian style. delphine reached forward, grabbing her bag and opening it slowly. she pulled out her notebook to which a pen was attached, then pushing her bag away to make space for her to be able to write. she laid the book down on top of the table and opened it to the second page. yeah, it was only the second time she was writing in it. usually, she’d write every single day. but lately it had seemed like she didn’t quite have the time. she detached the pen from the notebook and nibbled the end, thinking about what she could possibly write..- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAGGED MISS VASILYA OLENA BELIKOV
CREDITS me for sucky template, banner to @ CAUTION 2.0, lyrics to the awesome hey monday from their song 'run, don't walk' <33
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OUTFIT clickey timezz :3
MUSE many things
NOTES i hate my starting posts D:
