Post by tessataylor on Mar 24, 2012 23:21:35 GMT -5
H E L L O H E L L O , I S A N Y O N E H O M E ? !
TESSAMARIETAYLOR !
H E L L O H E L L O , J U S T P I C K U P T H E P H O N E
[/color] AND SOME PEOPLE THINK I LOOK UNCOMMONLY LIKE BROOKELLE BONES BUT I JUST DON'T SEE IT![/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]TESSAMARIETAYLOR !
H E L L O H E L L O , J U S T P I C K U P T H E P H O N E
WELL HEY THERE, MY NAME IS TESSA MARIE TAYLOR, AND I COME FROM SYDNEY. AUSTRAILIA BUT I WAS BORN IN MELBOURNE. RIGHT NOW I'M SIXTEEN YEARS YOUNG, AND YOU BETTER MARK MAY 18TH, 1996 ON YOUR CALENDARS KIDDOS! IF YOU HAVE TO KNOW, RIGHT NOW I AM UNMARRIED, AND I'M SWINGING FOR THE BOYS. AND YES... AND I AM NOT A VIRGIN. BUT ANYWAY... IN SCHOOL I GUESS I'M CONSIDERED A EMOTIONAL
WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?
AT A PARTY, OF COURSE. I'M NOT AN ALCOHOLIC OR ANYTHING, BUT I'LL DO ANYTHING TO HAVE FUN, ESPECIALLY IF IT INVOLVES HELPING OTHERS TO LOOSEN UP. SO, YEAH, I MAY HAVE A FEW DRINKS. I MAY HAVE SEX WITH A FEW STRANGERS FROM TIME TO TIME, BUT IT'S WORTH IT IF I'M HAVING A GOOD TIME WITH FRIENDS, RIGHT? I MEAN, I'M ONLY SIXTEEN ONCE. I MY AS WELL MAKE THE BEST OF IT WHILE I CAN.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU CALLED BABY/BABE?
HMMMM, THAT'S KIND OF HARD TO SAY. I'VE HOOKED UP WITH A LOT OF GUYS AT PARTIES BEFORE, BUT IT NEVER LASTED MORE THAN A NIGHT. I GUESS I WOULD HAVE TO SAY THAT THE LAST PERSON TO CALL ME BABE WAS WILSON EDWARDS, MY LAST REAL BOYFRIEND, BUT OUR RELATIONSHIP ONLY LASTED TWO WEEKS. HE WAS SIXTEEN AND I WAS THIRTEEN.
HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU DATED?
HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE I DATED? PROBABLY ABOUT FIVE. I'M NOT A FRAID TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT I THINK, AND MOST GUYS DON'T LIKE THAT. THEIR LOSS, I GUESS. THE ONLY TIME I CAN GET A GUY IS AT PARTIES, WHEN I'M DRUNK. OTHER THAN THAT... I DON'T REALLY HAVE THE BEST OF LUCK WHEN IT COMES TO RELATIONSHIPS.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU CALLED?
MY SISTER, ANNA. SHE'S ANNOYING, STUBBORN, SELF-ABSORBED... MUST I CONTINUE? SHE GIVES ME NOTHING BUT GRIEF, AND THANK GOD THAT SHE DOESN'T GO TO RIVERSIDE, OR I JUST MIGHT DIE. INSTEAD, SHE GOES TO SOME PERFORMING ARTS ACADEMY IN LA, AND LATELY, SHE HAS BEEN THE ONLY ONE WASTING PRECIOUS TIME CALLING ME---AND JUST TO TELL ME ALL OF THE REASONS WHY I'M A FAILURE, TOO. I HATE HER SO MUCH.
DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY IN FIVE WORDS.
FUN. BOLD. QUIRKY. FRIENDLY. CARING.
DESCRIBE YOUR ALTER-EGO IN FIVE WORDS.
BITCHY. OVER PROTECTIVE. INSECURE. DESPERATE. UNSURE.
WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?
I DON'T READ BOOKS; I READ MAGAZINES.
WHO IS YOUR FAMILY MADE UP OF?
LET'S SEE... I HAVE A MUM, A DAD THAT'S NEVER THERE FOR ME, A SISTER, AND A DOG. THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MY FAMILY, ALRIGHT?
IF YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY, WHEN DID YOU LOSE IT?
I LOST IT AT MY BEST FRIEND'S BEACH HOUSE IN THE EIGHTH GRADE. I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHO I LOST MY VIRGINITY WITH. I WAS DRUNK.
WHAT WAS THE LAST COMPLIMENT RECEIVED?
"YOU REMIND ME A LOT OF KE$HA." SHE'S MY FAVORITE SINGER, BY FAR. I ALWAYS LISTEN TO HER MUSIC.
FAVORITE MUSIC?
WE ARE WHO WE ARE- KE$HA OR RAISE YOUR GLASS- PINK. BOTH OF THOSE SONGS ARE EASY TO DANCE TO.
FAVORITE PLACE?
MY ROOM.
POLITICAL STAND?
I DON'T CARE ABOUT POLITICS.
RELIGIOUS VIEWS?
I AM A CHRISTIAN, BUT EVERY SINCE I HAVE ARRIVED AT MY AUNT'S HOUSE, I HAVE GONE TO CHURCH MUCH LESS. I PROBABLY GO TO CHURCH ABOUT ONCE A MONTH, IF EVEN THAT.
SO THE PERSON BEHIND THIS PERSON'S ALIAS IS KAYLEIGH. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR AROUND THREE YEARS. I FOUND THIS PLACE THROUGH CREDIT OF CAUTION, AND I'M REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO ROLEPLAYING! MY OTHER CHARACTERS HERE INCLUDE NONE NOW HERE'S A ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE FROM ME TO YOU!
"Tessa, wake up! We're going to be late!"
Suddenly, a fist was pounding at her bedroom door, and her Aunt was trying to thrust it open, to no avail---she had locked it before she had gone to bed the night before. "I swear, Tessa Marie, if I find out that you've been drinking alcohol in there---" She suddenly sat up in bed, and her eyes narrowed to slits--a sign that her parents would have taken as dangerous. But not her Aunt. Probably because A) she barely knew her and B) her door was locked, so she could have been giving her Aunt the finger, and her Aunt still wouldn't have known.
"Oh my fucking god, I'm up," she said, making her way through a pile of blankets that had fallen to the floor, attempting to unlock the door in the process. "And you can search my room for alcohol; you won't find a drop. I only get drunk when my friends want me to." She smiled at her Aunt, but her Aunt just stared back, probably not used to this sort of defiance. Her kids were all grown up now; they were either lawyers or doctors, and making more money than what she would know what to do with. The youngest was a Freshman at Harvard, studying to be a laywer.
"Well, you should learn not to have so much 'fun,'" her Aunt said. "Before it kills you. And clean up this room, and yourself. Maybe you'll be able to make a good impression for a change." Her Aunt then stalked off, leaving her alone to get dressed. It only took her five minutes to get dressed in her favorite outfit; a colourful polka dotted pink and blue tank top with a black vest and black beret to match. It took her another thirty to put on makeup, straighten her hair, and send some texts to her friends in Austrailia; most of them pretty bad. She was fun, bold, and caring toward her friends, but quite the opposite when it came to her family.
"Are you ready yet?" It was her Aunt, obviously. "We have to go! We're already three minutes late; I promised one of the next door neighbors that she could car pool with us for the first few weeks." Great. Her Aunt was probably going to try and organize a play date or something, and if there was anything she hated more than her family, it was noisy adults. That noisy adult also being her relative didn't give her Aunt any brownie points, either. "Coming," she said in a sing-song voice. After a 55 minute drive to Riverside, she wouldn't have to look at her Aunt in the face until Christmas. Only 55 minutes. She could handle that. With one last sweeping look at her temporary bedroom, she dragged her suitcase to the bottom of the stairs. "I'm ready," she said, sighing. "I'm ready to begin some of the 'best' years of my life!"
Suddenly, a fist was pounding at her bedroom door, and her Aunt was trying to thrust it open, to no avail---she had locked it before she had gone to bed the night before. "I swear, Tessa Marie, if I find out that you've been drinking alcohol in there---" She suddenly sat up in bed, and her eyes narrowed to slits--a sign that her parents would have taken as dangerous. But not her Aunt. Probably because A) she barely knew her and B) her door was locked, so she could have been giving her Aunt the finger, and her Aunt still wouldn't have known.
"Oh my fucking god, I'm up," she said, making her way through a pile of blankets that had fallen to the floor, attempting to unlock the door in the process. "And you can search my room for alcohol; you won't find a drop. I only get drunk when my friends want me to." She smiled at her Aunt, but her Aunt just stared back, probably not used to this sort of defiance. Her kids were all grown up now; they were either lawyers or doctors, and making more money than what she would know what to do with. The youngest was a Freshman at Harvard, studying to be a laywer.
"Well, you should learn not to have so much 'fun,'" her Aunt said. "Before it kills you. And clean up this room, and yourself. Maybe you'll be able to make a good impression for a change." Her Aunt then stalked off, leaving her alone to get dressed. It only took her five minutes to get dressed in her favorite outfit; a colourful polka dotted pink and blue tank top with a black vest and black beret to match. It took her another thirty to put on makeup, straighten her hair, and send some texts to her friends in Austrailia; most of them pretty bad. She was fun, bold, and caring toward her friends, but quite the opposite when it came to her family.
"Are you ready yet?" It was her Aunt, obviously. "We have to go! We're already three minutes late; I promised one of the next door neighbors that she could car pool with us for the first few weeks." Great. Her Aunt was probably going to try and organize a play date or something, and if there was anything she hated more than her family, it was noisy adults. That noisy adult also being her relative didn't give her Aunt any brownie points, either. "Coming," she said in a sing-song voice. After a 55 minute drive to Riverside, she wouldn't have to look at her Aunt in the face until Christmas. Only 55 minutes. She could handle that. With one last sweeping look at her temporary bedroom, she dragged her suitcase to the bottom of the stairs. "I'm ready," she said, sighing. "I'm ready to begin some of the 'best' years of my life!"
THIS WAS MADE BY THE ONLY EXCEPTION AT CAUTION 2.0, STEAL & DIE !
