Post by Ophelia James on Jul 17, 2009 21:45:15 GMT -5
OPHELIA JANEJAMES
[/b][/font]You'll live happily ever after. After her.
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] O.J.-her family;; Double J-her friends when joking;; Boo-basically all the time since she was two.
AGE[/color] sixteen, February fourteenth
GENDER[/color] female
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] sophomore
PLAY-BY[/color] Taylor Alison Swift
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]EXPRIENCE[/color] Seven years
CONTACT[/color] My aim/e-mail is Sammylynnd@hotmail.com . Feel free to message me about plots or whatever. I'm rarely ever signed in, but if you send me a message, I'll reply using my cell phone.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
Ophelia's books landed on the granite counter with a thwack that could have woken Father Time. She caught a glimpse of her own flushed face and rapidly pulsating nostrils in the mirror before she climbed onto the ledge by the bathroom window. Creases marred her faded blue jeans as she bent her knees to fit within the small space. One trembling hand rose to flick a stray bang out of eyes that danced like Hades' fire. Her chest pressed against the thin cotton of her red v neck before rapidly caving in on itself. This pattern of movement was reenacted several hundred times per second in response to the boiling of her blood. The lifted hand sank through the air like a knife, dipped into her back pocket and reappeared with her preferred instrument of revenge folded against its palm.
The cell phone was a lime green sidekick with the word "Boo" written across it in pink rhinestones. One might think this new mission of retribution excited the device, judging by the way the screen quivered when it was flipped open. Ophelia's fingers never slowed as she scrolled through text messages and photographs, selecting only those that were ideal for social annihilation. She took care not to include any details that would incriminate her as the passer on of such sensitive information. In a matter of minutes, she had forwarded every detail of a forbidden love affair between out lesbian and masculine jock in her possession to the school gossip web site. It was guaranteed to ensure that her roommate never used her camera for sex tapes ever again. Speaking of which, she figured she would share that one too.
A soft squeak followed her tennis shoes' thud on the tile. The young woman paused in front of the mirrors to compose herself. She gathered her blond waves back in a hasty bun and smoothed on an extra coat of pink lemonade flavored lip gloss. Her phone vibrated just as she was going to stow it away. A smile inched across her delicate features as she read the expose on OH NO. The best kind of service was rapid fire. Sliding the phone into its place in her pocket, she unwrapped a stick of strawberry-banana gum and slipped it between her teeth. Fresh breath, cute hair and silently executed domination. Today was a good day.
"Did he really?"
"Oh my god, wait till her girlfriend finds out!"
Ophelia walked slowly down the hallway, absorbing every whisper of the scandal she'd revealed. This was what it meant to be queen. The cheerleaders thought they were royalty. Oh no. You weren't a noble until the world knelt before you without glimpsing your face or breathing your name. The highest of the high were those who could rule from the shadows. An unseen presence with everyone else under its thumb. She passed by the jock pleading with his girl of the moment for forgiveness. Ophelia doubted that she'd give it to him. Cheating was one thing, but sleeping with a girl who kissed other girls? In the words of Ophelia's unwitting accomplice themselves....
Oh no he didn't.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
