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flying without wings
a {NICnac} production.
each teenager has
their outlet. whether
it be alcohol, pot,
sex, or knitting.
everyone has a way
to make their world
spin a little faster; a
way to make it seem
like they are flying
without wings.
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 FOWLE, eleanor tara
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Newbie
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Posts: 1
Member No.: 17
Joined: 18-August 07
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so impossible as they
may seem, you've got
to fight for every dream
your name: alice
your age: (optional)
your roleplay level: intermediate
your average roleplay post length: between 2-5
your activity level: four-six days
where you found us: A-List Lights?
'cause who's to know which
one you let go would have
made you complete
full name: eleanor tara fowle
birthday: october sixth 1992
age: fourteen
birthplace: mimsy, alabama
parents: caleb fowle, 52, lawyer
lidia fowle, 46, housewife
siblings: ____ ____ fowle, 20, townie
paris arabelle fowle, 17, senior
grade: freshman
eye color: gray/blue
hair: brown, long, side bangs
body shape: petite, short
height: 5"
weight: 107lbs
piercings: ears and belly button
tattoos: -none-
other: nope
polaroid:
likes: fashion
music
miso soup
tofu
rainbows
doodles
tennis
lip gloss
teeth whitening
sleepovers
parties
hairspray
cigarettes dislikes: rumors
ants
spiders
frizzy hair
meat
calories
fatty foods
life goals:
[LIST]to be an actress
to have a functional family personality: Ellie is one hardcore partying bitch. There is not much more that Eleanor Fowle likes more than a good ol' party. Except a night in with the gals, eating popcorn and watching corny horror's. Whatever Elle does, she has to have a good time. Yeah, she's a bitch, not one who talks behind the back, or starts rumors, ick, no, she just says what she thinks, to their face.
She is always off in a dream world. A misty look often crosses the face of Eleanor Tara Fowle. She is a girl who dreams, has aspirations, but is often not listening, just nodding her head, thinking about something else.
Ellie is a very happy girl. She's an optimist, things are all sunshine and rainbows. Seen Josie and the Pussycats? If not ignore this sentence, but she's like Melody. She loves puppies, and kittens. She's a lovely person, just don't mess with her.
member title: __xBUTTERFLYkisses{rainbowHEARTS
phrase from the rules: i aint no slut?
roleplay sample:
"Whoa momma. This train was huge-moungus! It was atleast eight billion trillion times bigger than her own train at home... you know. The Thomas one, which you could actually SIT IN! [yeah, it was Melissa's but shhh]. Open door, close door. It was like a game. Open the first door. Hah. About a bazillion older people, staring evilly at her. Wahhh. Close door. You get it? Good.
Why oh why had she not called on anybody to see if they wanted to share a compartment with her. Now she was stuck in this horrible big fat trunk, and Megan was completely compartmentless. She placed her trunk down, and plonked herself on top of it. This was like, SOOOO unfair. She was the nicest, lovliest, kindest, most beautiful talkative little girl. Who wouldn't want to share a compartment with a gal like her ;].
Right. That was IT! She wouldn't stand for this. No way josé would she just sit here like a.. weirdo. No, Megan was going to sit in the next compartment she opened, or else she would DIIEEE. Dun dun dun. She stood up, and dragged her trunk to the next door. SHe slid the door open and squealed, sliding it back shut. Freaky. They had a toad. A big fat icky slimy gross-o toad. She actually would die than to sit in a compartment with a bunch of icky older icky boys with an even ickier toad.
Sigh's. She trundled on, kinda loosing hope, looking through the windows of full compartments, when she came to the emptiest one yet. She slid open the door to a girl with hair that had "bouncability", two older boys, one who was shouting at the young'uns, the other was really big [well compared to her], a Macho-Man and aNOTHER girl, who was edging towards Macho-Man.
" Howdy. " Megan said, smilling. As the telly said, first impressions are the only impressions. Mhm. Megan pulled her trunk in the door, her arms were rather tired by now, so she heaved and ho'd. Eventually pulling her trunk in. Whee. She finally had a compartement. She was the QUEEN of the train, and the Queen of everything. Hah. "
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