Post by cole carter burgess on Mar 6, 2011 16:11:04 GMT -5
COLE BURGESS
WILL FIND A MAP AND DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE
OVER RIVERS FARMS AND STATE LINES THE DISTANCE FROM A TO WHERE YOU
nicknames ! n/a
age ! seventeen
birthday ! october 5, 1993
orientation ! heterosexual
membergroup ! student
faceclaim ! jamesDL ( ami model)[/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 ! butterflies of the stomach; vanilla flavored anything; gays (well, i dont necessarily hate gay people, i just hates how the half of them act)
ifear ! commitment
mysecretis ! im afraid that my girlfriend, iliana, will one day find out my secret fondness of, and intimacy with her sister, angelina
aboutme ! musical; stuck up; independent; wealthy; cunning; ambitious; self-centered [/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 ! london, england
mystoryis ! Though I was born in London, England, my father insisted on sending me away to the states to live with a distant cousin of mine, Daniella. My cousin, Daniella, tried her best to watch after me, and all up until her father came back into the picture, all was well with the two of us. When I turned sixteen, Daniella handed me over to myself. I was emancipated, and that was fine with me. Although my family is wealthy, I still choose to live in the states, mostly to get away from them. Not that they're bad people, I'd like to think, but for the mere fact that I'm on my bloody own now, and its not my duty to answer to them.
I moved here, to Whispering Woods, in hopes that I could shy away from the last several years of my life that I spent in Florida with my elder cousin. I wanted to make my life my own, and now, here, I reside. [/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 ! 18
ilivein ! est
ifoundthis ! ad links from other sites.
myroleplaysample ! [/ul]
Ashely Alesana Tyler.
Ashely Alesana Tyler.
Ashely Alesana Tyler.
That was his name. The name that he had etched into all of the walls, desks, tables, and even doors that he had come across. It fascinated him. Ashely had always found himself unique, even since the moment he came into this world. His aunt had told him that when he was first born, he didn't cry like most children did, he giggled instead, and his name only made him feel more special. Ashely pulled the bright yellow jacket tight against his body as he looked up into the darkening sky. Rain. Ashely loved rain, and he always had. Dancing in it made him feel at home, happy. He felt the first drop on his nose. He smiled and turned his face down, closer to the hoodie he had only just swung over his shoulders. The scent of it trailed up to his nose. Ashely shivered at the smell. Quinn. Ashely loved Quinn, even more than himself, and he was willing to fight for his love right back, at any given moment. The rain began to pour even heavier now, but Ashely didn't seem to mind at all. He spun a few times, his arms outstretched wide, and his longish hair thrown down his back. He hummed along with the sounds of cars moving their way through puddles. He wasn't really heading anywhere special, but he normally just enjoyed regular walks down on the dock. The smell of the shore, mixed with the scent of Quinn was amazing, almost hypnotizing to him. He kept his eyes closed as he spun his way right into to the person beside him, that looked just about his same age.
<center><small><i>"GUH! Oh."</i> he chuckled, grinning, hoping the other would too.<i>"I'm sorry."</i>
Ashely chuckled and looked down at his feet as he rose. Biting down lightly on the two silver lip rings against the warm skin of his face, he looked back up. He took the other by the eye, the greens meeting with the deep, brownish(?) coloured ones.
<i>"I'm Ashely."</i> he told the other while swinging his hip around and tossing his hands behind his back. <i>"Ashely Tyler."</i>
Drawing the hoodie strings around his face tightly, he smirked, having about nothing else to do while he waited for a reply, if even the shortest, from the other.
Ashely Alesana Tyler.
Ashely Alesana Tyler.
That was his name. The name that he had etched into all of the walls, desks, tables, and even doors that he had come across. It fascinated him. Ashely had always found himself unique, even since the moment he came into this world. His aunt had told him that when he was first born, he didn't cry like most children did, he giggled instead, and his name only made him feel more special. Ashely pulled the bright yellow jacket tight against his body as he looked up into the darkening sky. Rain. Ashely loved rain, and he always had. Dancing in it made him feel at home, happy. He felt the first drop on his nose. He smiled and turned his face down, closer to the hoodie he had only just swung over his shoulders. The scent of it trailed up to his nose. Ashely shivered at the smell. Quinn. Ashely loved Quinn, even more than himself, and he was willing to fight for his love right back, at any given moment. The rain began to pour even heavier now, but Ashely didn't seem to mind at all. He spun a few times, his arms outstretched wide, and his longish hair thrown down his back. He hummed along with the sounds of cars moving their way through puddles. He wasn't really heading anywhere special, but he normally just enjoyed regular walks down on the dock. The smell of the shore, mixed with the scent of Quinn was amazing, almost hypnotizing to him. He kept his eyes closed as he spun his way right into to the person beside him, that looked just about his same age.
<center><small><i>"GUH! Oh."</i> he chuckled, grinning, hoping the other would too.<i>"I'm sorry."</i>
Ashely chuckled and looked down at his feet as he rose. Biting down lightly on the two silver lip rings against the warm skin of his face, he looked back up. He took the other by the eye, the greens meeting with the deep, brownish(?) coloured ones.
<i>"I'm Ashely."</i> he told the other while swinging his hip around and tossing his hands behind his back. <i>"Ashely Tyler."</i>
Drawing the hoodie strings around his face tightly, he smirked, having about nothing else to do while he waited for a reply, if even the shortest, from the other.
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
