Post by came on Nov 27, 2011 4:34:35 GMT -5
H E L L O H E L L O , I S A N Y O N E H O M E ? !
CAMERONJAMESCOOPER !
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 CHACE CRAWFORD BUT I JUST DON'T SEE IT![/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]CAMERONJAMESCOOPER !
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 CAMERON JAMES COOPER, AND I COME FROM BOSTON BUT I WAS BORN IN BOSTON. RIGHT NOW I'M EIGHTEEN YEARS YOUNG, AND YOU BETTER MARK MARCH 23RD ON YOUR CALENDARS KIDDOS! IF YOU HAVE TO KNOW, RIGHT NOW I AM SINGLE, NOT LOOKING, AND I'M SWINGING FOR THE GIRLS. AND YES... AND I AM NOTAVIRGIN. BUT ANYWAY... IN SCHOOL I GUESS I'M CONSIDERED A POPULAR
WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?
WELL IF YOU HAVE TO KNOW; BTW YOU'RE ACTING LIKE MY MOM...AND I DON'T LIKE MY MOM. I WAS AT A PARTY WILLIAM WAS HAVING.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU CALLED BABY/BABE?
UMM...AWKWARD QUESTION. BUT I CALLED NORA BABE BECAUSE SHE'S A FRIEND.
HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU DATED?
WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD AND TRY TO GUESS THAT. 10, NO. 17, NO. I'VE ONLY DATED 5 GIRLS IN MY WHOLE LIFE AND I AIM TO KEEP THE NUMBER DOWN.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU CALLED?ELIZABETH. IT WAS NORA ALL THE WAY. BUT YOU CAN'T CHECK MY PHONE CAUSE IT HAVE FOUR PASSCODES ON IT.
DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY IN FIVE WORDS.
LONER, SWEET, CALM, CALCULATING, SMART
DESCRIBE YOUR ALTER EGO IN FIVE WORDS.
JEALOUS, VINDTICTIVE, IDIOTIC, HABITUAL, CRUEL.
LAST BOOK YOU READ?
THE SERIES OF a SONG OF fIRE AND ICE.
WHO IS YOUR FAMILY MADE UP OF?
MARTHA COOPER, LAWYER, MOTHER.
CAMERON JAMES COOPER THE 1ST, BUSINESS MAGNATE, FATHER.
BENJEMIN COOPERM BROTHER, SIXTEEN.
IF YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY, WHEN DID YOU LOSE IT?
SOPHMORE YEAR TO A COLLEGE GIRL.
WHAT WAS THE LAST COMPLIMENT RECEIVED?
"GREAT WORK ON YOUR ESSAY MR. COOPER." AND IT WAS FROM MY AP HISTORY TEACHER.
FAVORITE MUSIC?
SLOW AND CLASSICAL MUSIC FOR SOOTHIN ME DOWN.
R&B MAINLY THOUGH.
FAVORITE PLACE?
OVERLOOK HILL.
POLITICAL STAND?
REPUBLICAN
RELIGIOUS VIEWS?
NONE REALLY, AND THAT'S GETTING TOO PERSONAL.
SO THE PERSON BEHIND THIS PERSON'S ALIAS IS DAVID. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR AROUND TWELVE YEARS. I FOUND THIS PLACE THROUGH CAUTION 2.0, AND I'M REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO ROLEPLAYING! MY OTHER CHARACTERS HERE INCLUDE NONE YET. NOW HERE'S A ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE FROM ME TO YOU!
It seemed as though the entire beach had erupted in crimson flame. Although the nearly cloudless sky above was a stunning shade of baby blue, it was completely hidden by a massive layer of thick, black smoke. The remnants of the airplane were scarred haphazardly around the shoreline, most of which were burning in the inferno. The fuselage had broken into two segments; the larger of the two, which contained the cockpit, rested on the beach, ablaze. The latter had broken off during the plane’s descent, crashing into the blue ocean, about a mile offshore. One of the twin jet engines had exploded upon impact, while the other, which had not been completely destroyed, continued to spin, churning the blanket of smog.
The scene was tremendously loud, which could be attributed to not only the roar of the surviving jet engine, or the crackling of the burning wreckage, but the screaming and the crying of the individuals who had not been killed in the crash. Nearly thirty of the original sixty travelers, all teenagers bound for a summer oceanography camp off the coast of Australia, populated the smoldering beach. The majority of which had sustained injuries and, at present, it seemed as though nobody had any background in first aid.
Dorian St. Pierre lay unconscious at the epicenter of the inferno, which had once been the plane’s fuselage. Dorian had sustained a deep gash above his right eyebrow when he had been thrown out of his seat upon impact. But besides this laceration, Dorian had, miraculously, no other visible injuries. Feeling a strange heat on his cheek, Dorian woke and instantly began chocking, due to the unbearable amount of smoke inside the fuselage. The twenty-three year old's head pounded, as if he had been hit over the head by some unknown object. Still coughing and gagging, Dorian peered through the smoke, looking for an exit. His salvation came by way of a broken window, which had obviously been broken by another survivor for a similar purpose. Getting to his feet, Dorian felt his way towards the exit, his eye useless and watering due to the smoke.
Coughing profusely, Dorian finally found the makeshift exit and made his way outside, which was just as saturated with smoke as the interior of the fuselage.
The entire beach was ablaze. People were scattering away from the wreck, some finding their way out of the inferno and some coming up out of the waters offshore. Most were injured, some with minor scrapes and some with life threatening injuries. The skyline was obscure with smoke and nearly everyone was screaming or coughing profusely. It was terrible. The entire scene was heart wrenching.
Coughing roughly, Dorian made his way up the beach, away from the burning wreck. He grabbed his head. He had a splitting headache, probably because a suitcase had bashed into his head on impact. Dorian turned to look at the inferno, taking it all in. Gasping, for the first time Dorian truly appreciated the magnitude of the disaster. The very fact that some of them had survived was a miracle. Students continued trickling out of the plane and all of them appeared to be badly burnt. “Some people could still be trapped inside…” Dorian thought to himself.
THIS WAS MADE BY THE ONLY EXCEPTION AT CAUTION 2.0, STEAL & DIE !
