Post by imogenrhaes on Feb 9, 2011 8:49:20 GMT -5
IMOGEN RHAES
WILL FIND A MAP AND DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE
OVER RIVERS FARMS AND STATE LINES THE DISTANCE FROM A TO WHERE YOU
nicknames ! Taytay, Gigi.
age ! Eighteen years old.
birthday ! March 22, 1992.
orientation ! Straight.
membergroup ! Visitor.
faceclaim ! Willa Holland.[/ul]
'D BE IT'S ONLY A FINGER-LENGTHS THAT I SE
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
ihate ! Whispering Woods, hunger, liars and being broke.
ifear ! Not having anyone to care for her.
mysecretis ! Sexually abused by her father at the age of fifteen.
aboutme ! Fun, can be rude, sarcastic, comes off as careless but she cares more than she lets on.[/ul]
ARK DISTANT PLACES I HANG MY COAT UP IN T
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
hometown ! Brooklyn, NY.
mystoryis ! I don't know you, but I don't like you already. If you're reading this it means you're stuck in Whispering Woods because you want to, or simply can't get out of here -- like me.
Here's the basics: Parents are as good as dead, left home at the age of sixteen, moved around with some friends. Met this really really hot guy and went out on the road with him. He ditched me in Whispering Woods, and if I ever see him again I will make him beg for mercy.
I'm desperate to leave this place, but something always happens, and I'm stuck here. I drink, smoke, sleep around and cuss like there's no tomorrow. It's your choice if you want to be associated with me, I don't follow people around, they follow me.[/ul]
ETRATES MY SILENCE AS DRUNKEN MEN FIND
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
myageis ! Eighteen.
ilivein ! NYC +1
ifoundthis ! Tumblr.
myroleplaysample ! [/ul]
I. Dakota Hartmuth tightened her arms around herself, and quickened her pace in hopes of arriving at The Leaky Cauldron before eleven at night. As she walked, the brunette girl cursed under her breath at the circumstances that had brought her to the pub in the first place. Lately, nothing seemed to be going right for the young witch. First, her American boyfriend got tired of her and changed her for some taller and blond girl - at least Dakota had a personality and a sense of humour, she laughed while they ran around screaming, claiming their furniture began floating around their living room - and then it was her father's passing away. It had been so unexpected. Jeremy Hartmuth was 68 years old when he died of a heart attack... the Healer couldn't be healed, ironic much?
She blinked away the tears her eyes threatened to spill, and sighed in relief when she spotted the pub right ahead. She glanced around at all the second-and bookshops that were all over Charing Cross Road. She made a mental note of coming again soon, and buying some books for her trip to France with her mother. Surely she wouldn't be able to enjoy Paris' night as every young adult would, but she'd be more than happy to stay with her mother while reading a book and catching up on everything about their lives. She crossed the street quickly, and made her way through the people who were out and about that beautiful night.
II. She pushed the door open to the Leaky Cauldron and stepped inside, allowing the oak door close behind her. Soon enough she was no longer cool, yet warm and happy. She removed her coat and folded it and held it on her arm whilst she made her way to the counter. She looked around, trying to see if there was someone familiar in the location. It had been four years since she left to America, and she had returned to London only a week ago. She was dying to see some of her old friends, but didn't know many ways to contact them. Some were married and busy with their off springs, and others were in all parts of Europe living it up, or busting their bottoms off working. It was hard being a adult, well, at least that's what she heard.
Dakota was a photographer, and that's what she did for a living, not that she needed the money anyways. the Hartmuths were a wealthy family, and had been for quite some time now, Dakota never lacked anything while growing up, and she was very well aware of how lucky she was. Of course, all that money also brought bad things with it. Back in Hogwarts she was classified as a daddy's girl, a snob foolish Slytherin girl who hated everyone outside her House. Dakota chuckled and rolled her eyes as she sat on a stool, remembering those times. It was all a big fat lie! She was the shyest thing to ever exist, always kept to herself, and only spoke if spoken directly at her first. Never did she raised her voice at anyone inside or outside her House, and she mostly spent her time on the Library, studying for tests and such.
III. "What can I get for ya, dear?!" asked the bartender, succeeding in snapping her out of her thoughts. She smiled sweetly and bit her lip gently before answering, "Firewhisky" the man nodded and looked down at her lap for a second. She doubted that if she asked for an Aviator Fuel, the bartender would know what she meant. Things were different here than in America, and also different in the muggle world which is where she spent the last four years of her life. Did she missed magic? Hell no. She actually felt like she had accomplished something with herself, doing chores with her own two hands instead of a wand... She now understood what hard work was, and she loved it!
The bartender gave her her Firewhisky and she grabbed the glass and downed it quickly, "One more, please" she chuckled, feeling it burning in her throat and the man nodded and served her another. She watched as Hannah Abbott walked down the stairs, coming from the Inn. She smiled at her and nodded, she was such a great woman and the landlady of the Leaky Cauldron, so she had to be extra nice to her in hopes of not getting kicked out. She wondered if Professor Longbottom (her husband) was still a Professor at Hogwarts. Surely the answer would be positive. She looked to her right as she drank the second shot of firewhisky, and her eyes landed on a young man, about her age.
IV. How could she missed it when coming inside? It was a mystery since Dakota was really good at spotting attractive man in the distance. She set her glass on the counter and motioned at the bartender for another one. Yes, the girl could drink, but it took more than three shots of firewhisky to get her tipsy. "Take it easy, young lady," the bartender warned her, "I'm an old man, and I'm afraid I won't be able to carry you upstairs when you're not able to walk on your own" Dakota simply laughed and took the drink from him. She stood up, and began making her way to the attractive man. Yes, when younger she was shy and sweet, but after moving to New York City you grew a backbone and a character. She wasn't scared of the outcome, if she made a fool of herself, so be it. She'd get over it eventually.
She drank the shot and set the glass on a table as she passed through it. Her coat long forgotten on the stool she once sat at, the bartender quickly grabbing it along with her purse and setting them behind the counter to keep an eye on them in case some thief came along. She stopped right behind the man and raked a hand though her brown locks, fixing herself up a bit. She cleared her throat and tapped his shoulder, trying to get his attention. Once he turned around her smile faltered, he looked familiar. She squinted her eyes and leaned down closer to him, examining his features. Okay, it seemed like all it took were thee shots of firewhisky to get her tipsy. "You look familiar" she stated and continued to look at him, she moved away a bit noticing how close she had been to him.
OUR WORDS IN MY MEMORY ARE LIKE MUSIC T
O ME I'M MILES FROM WHERE YOU ARE I LAY DOWN ON THE COLD GROUND I PRA
oh hai! this appy was made by BONES ?! of
CAUTION. she used snow patrol and martha wainwright
lyrics from the song set the fire to the third bar.
don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33
