Post by mariah grace fergusen on Oct 15, 2008 21:03:43 GMT -5
`go shake it MARIAH !
`Don't listen to the phrase 'the pen's mightier then the sword' the pen never won a war, but it's recorded those wars..
age; eighteen
rp experience;
how you found us; Advertisement on another site
contact; PM me
other charries; N/A
other; Nothing
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; None
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; March 6, 1991
actually i'm some sort of; Pisces
this place was such a s.hit hole; Potomac, Maryland
ah, so like paradisefor me; Potomac, Maryland
i don't look it but i'm actually; Of French descent
it's just the way the wind blows; Straight
baddest b.itch all up and through here; Third year ; writing ; n/a
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; Bright blue eyes
does the carpet match the drapes; Dusky brunette
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 112lbs
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5’5”
and then i got one on my a.ss; Ears are pierced
they always seem to notice my; Her eyes
you'll never see me without my;
hair; Mariah’s hair is a dusky brown, so dark it’s nearly black. In some light it seems black. Her hair flows down, framing her face in a perfect manner, giving her an almost innocent look, which is only enhanced by her true innocence. She keeps her wavy hair long, once she had cut it short but decided never to do so again, since she found out that the long hair worked for her. She keeps bangs over her forehead, mostly because she feels that her forehead is too big. It’s probably just insecurities talking.
eyes; Her eyes are big and quite startlingly blue. A deep blue that grabs nearly everyone’s attention when they look at her eyes. Eyes are sometimes called the windows into a person soul, they would see that Mariah is a bit more knowing then she lets on. Her eyes are usually constantly observing what’s going on, they rarely look away from a person. She may be innocent but she is far from shy.
face; Mariah’s face seems a bit innocent when she’s not doing anything, her eyes are large, the soft slope of her cheekbones, her small nose and her full lips. But when she gets angry, which is rare, her facial features can easily contort into the meanest face possible. Her wide eyes can pierce into anyone who crosses her, though she doesn’t do it very often and usually when she does it she doesn’t do it for long.
body; Mariah’s pretty healthy for her height and weight. She’s curvy but not to the extreme that if she wore a bathing suit everyone would be staring at her. But they would still stare at her, mostly because of her very pale skin. She’s nearly paper white, and she doesn’t tan, she just sunburns. That was a contributing factor that got her into writing, the other one would be her sister.
clothing; Mariah’s clothing style is usually a bit more formal and a bit older than other people’s. She finds dresses and skirts much more appealing then shorts or pants, though she wears them on occasions. She also likes to wear hair accessories, bows, clips, etc, etc.
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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; Chocolate, political people, religious people, horror books and movies, tape
it's like my signature kinda thing; Writing, observing people, willing to go to extreme lengths to help her friends, able to keep her slight innocence even with her sister around
oh god not this again, i so suck; Rarely voices her opinion about things, unless it’s something truly important Mariah is quick to back down from a fight, has few friends
it's like children of the corn but worse; Dying, being alone for the rest of her life, losing a friend,
you know one day i'm going to; To become a well known writer, to fall in love with someone
it's just this weird innate thing; Chewing her nails, thinking too deeply in things, asking ‘so what did you do today?’ or ‘how are you?’ multiple times, staring
some things just make me scream; Cute guys, a emotionally steady guy, a guy who is able to joke around and not take things too seriously
that is the most digusting thing ever; Jerks, people who try too hard to be something they’re not, people who can’t take a joke
you best remember this b.itch; Mariah is one of those people who is interesting without doing interesting things. A bit of a paradox, but she is. Somehow she’s able to have something different to talk about no matter what time of day it is. She’s a sweet girl through and through; she rarely ever argues or gets mad at anyone other than her sister. Even when she does get mad at her sister, she rarely confronts her, preferring to let it simmer then to throw it at her. Mariah would much rather let things slide off of her then to speak out against them.
But when a friend is in need, she’s usually the first one there to help them. Whether it be relationship problems, family problems, or just the need to vent; Mariah is there to be the shoulder to cry on. But because of this, Mariah knows how much a person can know when they’re the ones people come to to vent. It’s the reason Mariah very rarely talks about her own emotions.
Another personality trait of Mariah’s is her ability to easily brush off most of the drugs, sexual activities and anything that would normally corrupt a teenager. She seems innocent but knows all the problems with everything in the real world. Her ability to be innocent while knowing everything seems to be a paradox but it’s more of a front for Mariah then anything. It keeps her from feeling left out, because she knows her sister is everything Mariah could never be.[/size][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
Robert Gregory Fergusen; 38; Lawyer
it's cause you were dropped as a child; --- --- fergusen; seventeen; dancer
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; The only grandparents Mariah knows are her father’s; Victoria Fergusen and John Fergusen
you know the different kind of uncle; None
and the one that looks like a rat; None
pretty freakin sure we're not related; Barbara June Dale; half-sister; deceased
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; None
it's like hell but only faster; Most of the supposed excitement in Mariah’s life happened before she was even born, it’s what shaped her family life and is the reason her father raised her on his own. It was 1987 her father was a freshman in high school. He was like any normal high school student, not really the most popular student really but he was smart and that’s how he got his friends, by being smart about it. He had a crush on a girl, on Susan Dale, a senior at the high school, he only knew her from his science class. He only talked to her on a few occasions, but they both felt like they had some kind of special connection.
Then the school year ended and Robert lost touch with Susan, he never knew what happened to her until his senior year in high school. He had moved out of his parent’s house and was living in an apartment near the high school. His parents supported this and knew it was part of him growing up. Then one day Susan appeared at his door, with a small girl of about three to four years old. She told him that she needed his help. Her boyfriend, the father of the small girl, was an abusive man and she needed somewhere to stay, at least for a while.
Robert quickly agreed she and her daughter could stay. He told her she could stay as long as she needed. It was then that they started a relationship, one that would end quite badly. About three months afterward, Susan’s old boyfriend found out where she was staying. He finally coerced her into coming back to him. Robert was heartbroken about this and fell into a depression. But then just a few days afterwards, Susan showed back up without her daughter, this time asking for another favor. To move away with her, out of town and far away.
He didn’t know what to do, but he finally agreed. A few days on the road and Robert hadn’t worked up the courage to ask Susan what had happened and where her daughter was. But he found out while stopped at a motel. He called his mother on a pay phone and found out what had happened. Apperently Susan’s boyfriend had been murdered as well as her daughter. Robert confronted Susan about this and found out what had happened, her boyfriend had gone into a rage and killed the girl and Susan had then shot him. Robert, between right and wrong, finally turned her in.
After this long time, Robert got the news that he had fathered not one but two children with Susan. It was a shock to him, and he wasn’t sure if he could raise both of the girls. He tried his best to both go to college and raise his daughters. Though he was devoted to them, they spent most of their younger lives being raised by their grandparents. Luckily, not many people know about their horrendous past. Their father and grandparents tried to keep the truth from the Fergusen twins as long as they could. But when both girls turned sixteen, they decided to tell them. It was shock to both. But the fraternal twins had already gone their separate ways personality wise before that. Mariah had withdrawn, preferring to write then to party, while her sister was the popular one. Their father had become a successful lawyer quite quickly, one of the reasons he’s able to pay for both of his daughters to go to Darmon.
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
i don't know what it means, something with; Third year, Writing
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; None
you must be smelling your own crotch;
When she had first come to the camp, Charlotte hadn't relized that she was going to have to shower in one of those public shower places. She hadn't avoided it for long. She wasn't all about her looks but she did like to keep clean, back home she had taken a shower every night. And that was how she had avoided a lot of awkward run ins with other girls she didn't know. It wasn't that she was shy or anything, well she kinda was, but she just didn't want her first meeting with someone to be in a shower stall.
Right now it was seven at night and Charlotte was trudging down the bath towards the showers. She had her towel slung over one shoulder and a small bag she was carrying the held her clean clothing. Right now she was wearing what she had worn during the day, a white ruffled blouse with a tank top underneath, a black skirt that ended just below her knees, and a pair of plain black flats. She brushed some of her dark brunette hair out of her face. Right now in the near darkness, her hair looked completely black.
She entered the shower house on the girl's side, the lights coming on automatically. No one else was inside and Charlotte was a bit grateful for that. Each shower stall was seperate and there were like nine or ten in all, she hadn't stopped to count. The overuse of pink was a bit of an eyesore to Charlotte but she could stand it. The only bad thing about the shower house was that the sinks sat opposite of the shower stalls, meaning that she'd have to place her stuff on a sink and get undressed right there. Not a fun prospect.
She set her bag down in a sink opposite of a stall. She looked at herself in the mirror, her towel still over her shoulder as she did. A face she wasn't used to looked back at her. Her brunette hair which was usually had a shine to it was a bit limp today and her blue eyes didn't seem to stand out as much. Dark circles stood out underneath her eyes against her pale face. She grimaced slightly. She hadn't been sleeping well at this place, not at all. It was somewhat because she was sleeping at a new place but also because thoughts of home continued to haunt her. Having fought with her sisters the other day over the phone hadn't lifted her spirits in the least bit. She sighed, still looking at the mirror.[/size][/ul]
guess what?
and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
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[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
