Post by erikadee on Jul 12, 2009 1:07:07 GMT -5
ERIKA MAE DEAN
[/b][/font]she's eighteen and a beauty queen, she makes the boys feel so weak
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] erika dee
AGE[/color] seventeen
GENDER[/color] female
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] senior
PLAY-BY[/color] megan fox
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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] 3+ years
CONTACT[/color] PM is just easiest
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
It had only been nine o'clock when Crystal had arrived to the Preston dorm party and a few people had already been passed out near the front door, and even outside of it. She shook her head as she passed them, some people should really learn their limits and avoid them. Passing out at a dorm party is not some accomplishment, Crystal had had her share of amateur moments, but she always made sure she was somewhere she would not get caught when she passed out. Crystal had a whole book of rules in her head that she had collected over the years of her faithful partying ways. That's when she remembered her shoe rule! Thankfully, she had worn a cheap pair of flip flops. She had a tendency to lose her shoes, sometimes more but usually just her shoes, at parties. She was not sure exactly why, maybe places seem more like home when she's drunk. Oh well. At least these shoes won't be a huge loss to her closet. When she entered the dorm where the party was taken place, whose it was she didn't know nor care, and surveyed the room. There were quite a few underclassmen, surprisingly. Most of which were boys and the rest were the girls laying on the floor, being dragged off to God knows where by upperclassmen boys who are bound to take advantage of them. Crystal was used to seeing this sort of thing at parties here at Beauford. It had surprised her at first because down in the South, where she is originally from and began her party ways, every one just left the lightweights alone and you only took advantage of girls if they're really drunk, not passed out. Of course, Crystal erased quite a few rules and added some new ones when she moved up here. So many things are different.
After game of beer pong and a few hits from a friend's blunt Crystal had indeed lost her shoes. She clearly remembered kicking them off, but where they had flown off to was lost on her. So she made a slow and somewhat thorough look around the room, only slightly stumbling as she was not terribly messed up at the moment, but she had hoped to get to that point by the end of the night. Her ability to get back to her dorm fucked up had improved immensely, since most of the good parties on campus occurred at the Preston dorms Crystal had gotten use to the walk back home. After she saw no sign of the shoes she took a seat on a couch between two boys who were obviously younger and obviously could not hold their liquor as they were passing a trash can between them that reaked of stomach acid. Crystal pointed her nose up at it, but there had been no other open seats as half the party had passed out, sadly, at this point. Everyone else had started to make their leave, but it was only, 10:75 according to the clock across the room. Crystal shook her head, laughing at the boys as they just complained to each other, and tried to include herself. She just raised an eyebrow at the most outgoing of the boys and laughed as he turned his head to throw up in the can. Attempting to hide the fact that he was throwing up from a person sitting beside him. Nice try. She thought with another laugh.
From where Crystal was sitting she could see most of the dorm. A hallway that led to the bedrooms was straight ahead, to the right of it one bathroom, to the left a radio and entertainment center. The music they had chosen was muffled by her inner thoughts, she had the weed to thank for that, pretty much any talking was muffled. She rubbed her eyes and set her head in her hands for a minute as she attempted to concentrate more on what was going on around her. A few people walked by and waved to her, laughing their asses off and Crystal just waved back. Most nights she would be with them, not looking as stupid, she was sure of that, but she partied with those people quite often. Tonight was just an independent night for her and she had told them she wouldn't be here, so thank goodness they didn't realize that. She continued to glance around, hoping another drink would be nearby just as she heard the boy on her left now barf into the can. Why can't that sound be muffled? She wondered, just as she noticed a boy in the hallway. She had seen him at numerous parties around the campus, and off of it, and racked her brain for his name. She wasn't even sure she knew it so she just let her gaze pass on to the beer pong table she abandoned about fifteen minutes prior.
After game of beer pong and a few hits from a friend's blunt Crystal had indeed lost her shoes. She clearly remembered kicking them off, but where they had flown off to was lost on her. So she made a slow and somewhat thorough look around the room, only slightly stumbling as she was not terribly messed up at the moment, but she had hoped to get to that point by the end of the night. Her ability to get back to her dorm fucked up had improved immensely, since most of the good parties on campus occurred at the Preston dorms Crystal had gotten use to the walk back home. After she saw no sign of the shoes she took a seat on a couch between two boys who were obviously younger and obviously could not hold their liquor as they were passing a trash can between them that reaked of stomach acid. Crystal pointed her nose up at it, but there had been no other open seats as half the party had passed out, sadly, at this point. Everyone else had started to make their leave, but it was only, 10:75 according to the clock across the room. Crystal shook her head, laughing at the boys as they just complained to each other, and tried to include herself. She just raised an eyebrow at the most outgoing of the boys and laughed as he turned his head to throw up in the can. Attempting to hide the fact that he was throwing up from a person sitting beside him. Nice try. She thought with another laugh.
From where Crystal was sitting she could see most of the dorm. A hallway that led to the bedrooms was straight ahead, to the right of it one bathroom, to the left a radio and entertainment center. The music they had chosen was muffled by her inner thoughts, she had the weed to thank for that, pretty much any talking was muffled. She rubbed her eyes and set her head in her hands for a minute as she attempted to concentrate more on what was going on around her. A few people walked by and waved to her, laughing their asses off and Crystal just waved back. Most nights she would be with them, not looking as stupid, she was sure of that, but she partied with those people quite often. Tonight was just an independent night for her and she had told them she wouldn't be here, so thank goodness they didn't realize that. She continued to glance around, hoping another drink would be nearby just as she heard the boy on her left now barf into the can. Why can't that sound be muffled? She wondered, just as she noticed a boy in the hallway. She had seen him at numerous parties around the campus, and off of it, and racked her brain for his name. She wasn't even sure she knew it so she just let her gaze pass on to the beer pong table she abandoned about fifteen minutes prior.
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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!