Post by Ysabel Holden on Jul 3, 2011 17:18:07 GMT -5
ysabelclaireholden
CHECK YES JULIET, ARE YOU WITH ME?
RAIN IS FALLING DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK, I WONT GO UNTIL YOU COME OUTSIDE
RAIN IS FALLING DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK, I WONT GO UNTIL YOU COME OUTSIDE
heyy, my name is ysabel claire holden, but feel free to call me izzy. i entered this world on june eleventh nineteen ninety four, making me about seventeen years old. i am obviously a heterosexual female and people tend to tell me i look a lot like daveigh chase. oh yeah, and i'm a junior. so, know you know a bit about me, let's get on with the interview!
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CHECK YES JULIET, KILL THE LIMBO, I'LL
KEEP TOSSING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK FOR US TONIGHT
KEEP TOSSING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK FOR US TONIGHT
can you tell us a bit about your personality?
well, i'm kinda shy, i don't really like talking about myself. oh, this is going to be difficult. i guess i'm the last person anyone would expect to get into any kind of trouble. i'm that quiet girl that makes straight a's- except in math, i'm not too good with it- but never raises her hand to answer a question. i just keep my head down, i don't like a big fuss being made over me, and hate being the center of attention. i'm a pretty creative person, i do a lot of painting and writing, but i don't let many people in on my talents.
i'm just a really private person, and i would rather keep it that way.
can you tell us some of the things you enjoy?
as i said before i do a lot of painting and writing- they're my favorite things to do. nothing really relaxes me more than just getting out everything inside onto paper or a canvas. i also love to read, i'm rarely without a book on my person- anything from realistic fiction, to fantasy, to classics. i'll read anything once. i surprisingly like school, well most of it anyways. i love my english, history, art, and french classes. i also like spending time with my friends, like any teenager, really. and i do love to window shop.
hmm, what about the things you despise?
i definitely don't like math, it's the only subject in school that gives me any sort of trouble. it's just too limiting, things are either right or wrong- there's no room for personal interpretation. i don't like my mother very much, i'll talk more about her later. i also don't like it when everyone comes to me with their problems. it's not that i don't like helping when i can, but sometimes it seems that i'm having to help so many people at once- i just get overwhelmed.
do you have any goals in life? any dreams?
i'm not entirely sure, especially with... well, we'll get into that later. i have wanted to be a housewife since i was a little girl, staying at home and raising the kids. although i've thought about everything from majoring in art or english in college to going to culinary school. i haven't really made up my mind yet. is that a bad thing? i hope not.
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LACE UP YOUR SHOES, AYE OH AYE OH,
HERE'S HOW WE DO; RUN BABY RUN, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK, THEY'LL TEAR US APART
HERE'S HOW WE DO; RUN BABY RUN, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK, THEY'LL TEAR US APART
tell us about your past, was it fun being you?
well, i guess my past was just about average it seems. well, except perhaps my mom cheating on my dad. that's why they're divorced and i'm living here in springsdale. but yeah, apparently my mom had been cheating on my dad for twelve years before she finally decided that she was going to up and leave him. well, more like us, my dad, brother, and i. after she left we moved from chicago to springsdale- it's where my dad grew up and he had a friend offer him a job here. i was nine when we moved here.
it was quite an adjustment, coming from the big city to such a small town, but i fit in the best that i could. i focused most of my energy into school, it seemed like it would be one of the most constant things in my life- next to my dad and my older brother. my life after the move was pretty quiet, nothing terribly eventful. my dad never remarried, i don't think he's even had another girlfriend, if he has he didn't tell me or my brother. but, yeah, now i'm here, a junior.
and what about your parents, are they cool?
my dad is pretty cool to hang around. he's got this boring office job but he still knows how to have fun and just be my dad. we're pretty close since my mom's mostly out of the picture- he went through everything with me since she wasn't there anywhere near frequently enough.
my mom... well, she's a bit of a slut. i know it's a bad thing to say about her, but it's true. she's been married and divorced three times, and i have a feeling she didn't just cheat on my dad. she visits occasionally, but i don't look forward to her visits. her clothes smell like smoke and her breath smells like stale beer- all masked heavily in cheap perfume.
have any siblings? what are they like?
i have my older brother, isaac. he's twenty-two and still lives at home, but he's pretty much my best friend. he's really athletic, he was the star of the track team when he was in high school. he's not the smartest, but he's doing online college and actually doing really well. i'm so proud of him. i tell isaac everything, even what i've yet to tell our dad...
what is your dirty little secret? we all have one.
oh gosh, do i have to? you see, only isaac knows... well, all right... three months ago my dad, isaac, and i went on vacation to california and i met someone. his name's jacob, and we had, well, a fling. but thing is, i'm pregnant with his baby. we were really careful and everything, but it still happened. i'm three months pregnant, and the only person i've told is isaac. jacob doesn't know, and my dad doesn't know.
what are your worst and best memories?
my absolute worst memory was the divorce and move from chicago to springsdale. it was a lot for a nine-year-old to take at one time. not only are mom and dad not in love anymore, mom doesn't want to have custody of her kids. sometimes i still get upset about it. also a pretty bad time for me was freshman year. a good-looking senior asked me to the prom as a joke- i had gotten a pretty dress, had my hair done, only for him to ditch me for his real girlfriend once we got there.
enough of the pity-party, though. one of the best things i remember was my sixth birthday- my parents were still together and it was before the fighting had started. my mom had tried so hard to make me a cake, but it hadn't turned out- so we wound up buying a huge cake in a bakery. the people that worked there all sang to me- i can't remember ever feeling happier. although, of course, i have a bunch of memories with isaac- like going the wrong way on mall escalators and pulling innocent practical jokes on our father.
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IF YOU GIVE THEM THE CHANCE, DON'T
SELL YOUR HEART, DON'T SAY WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BE, RUN BABY RUN, FOREVER WILL BE
SELL YOUR HEART, DON'T SAY WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BE, RUN BABY RUN, FOREVER WILL BE
behind that screen, what's your name?
my name is jaqi- pronounced like jackie but i like it better with the "q" in it.
and are you a guy or a girl?
i am a female, does that make me special?
awesome! and how can we contact you?
pm only, please.
how long have you been roleplaying? just curious.
i lost track somewhere along the way, i started when i was twelve and i'm almost seventeen now, so... four or five-ish years.
great! now, can we have a little sample of your work?
Dean didn't really have much a reason to be in the library that evening after supper- he had already finished all his homework that afternoon. Granted, professors weren't giving all that much just yet, homework generally increased in volume gradually, and took a dramatic up-turn by the time the Easter holidays came around. The spring holidays were never as much fun as the winter ones. Though Dean still felt as if he ought to be doing something productive, so he had come to the library to just do some casual studying.
Under normal circumstances Dean might have been in the Room of Requirement, working on the same piece of music he had been wrestling with since the summer before he started fifth year, but something of a block had come to him. Dean figured that it was his muse crying out for a break, so he had chosen something to do that didn't require much creativity. He hadn't been at his table with a NEWT Defense Against the Dark Arts book but maybe ten minutes before his attention span began to waver, so he got up, pushing his chair in behind himself.
Absently, Dean began pacing amongst the shelves, pretending to be looking for a specific book, while in reality he was hoping to come across a familiar face. He didn't need to look long before he saw...
Under normal circumstances Dean might have been in the Room of Requirement, working on the same piece of music he had been wrestling with since the summer before he started fifth year, but something of a block had come to him. Dean figured that it was his muse crying out for a break, so he had chosen something to do that didn't require much creativity. He hadn't been at his table with a NEWT Defense Against the Dark Arts book but maybe ten minutes before his attention span began to waver, so he got up, pushing his chair in behind himself.
Absently, Dean began pacing amongst the shelves, pretending to be looking for a specific book, while in reality he was hoping to come across a familiar face. He didn't need to look long before he saw...
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