Post by Molly Prewitt on Nov 25, 2007 17:36:50 GMT -5
OOC:
The Name Is Kristi And I've Been Doing This For Way Too Long. I'm 18 Years Old. Done And Graduated High School And I'm Attending College For Criminal Justice, State Trooper Is My Goal. Some Of You Already Know Me...Some Of You Do Not...But If You Have Questions...Feel Free To Ask. I'm Open Book...LKFAO.
Charrie:
Molly Prewitt
Age;Year;House:
16. 6th. Gryff.
Side:
Dark...
Character personality:
Molly...what can I say about Molly. First of all, she's a bitch. She doesn't let shit affect her. She doesn't listen to the rumors spread about her, for she has ZERO time to worry about that crap. She's got a mouth and she sure as hell isn't afraid to use it. She speaks her mind freely and doesn't care if her words hurt others.
But she does have a weakness, Friends. Her true friends, the ones that aren't afraid to tell her to shut the hell up when she's talking complete nonsense. The few who have seen her at her lowest of lows and her highest of highs. No matter if they are on the good side or the bad...she holds them true to her heart.
PB:
Kristen Bell
Sample:
Molly was admiring herself in the mirror, absolutly loving the new hair color. "Blonde suits me so much better," she said out loud to herself. She honestly hated the whole red thing she'd been cursed with at birth and after a few experiments with other colors she really felt as though blonde was the way to go. She ran her hand through her hair a couple times, trying to give it more volume. After a few more attempts she turned her body and bent over, letting her hair fall as gravity pulled it down. She raked her hands through it a few times and quickly threw her head back and stood up straight. The dizziness only lasted a second but oddly enough she wished for it to stick around a little bit longer. That sudden head rush was one of her favorite feelings.
Turning to face the mirror, she couldn't help but smile, her hair had fallen exactly the way she wanted it to. With a few extra minutes taken to apply a light layer of makeup, she was ready. As she reached for the handle and opened the door a sudden yell had flooded the once silent room she had just occupied. "Oh shut the hell up!" she yelled at the two grown men arguing. "How can I possibly be related to you two?" she asked as she passed her brothers and entered her own bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
She looked around for a second, making sure everything was packed. She just couldn't wait to get the hell out of this house. "Yup yup yup," she said as she was preparing a mental checklist. "Wonderful...now...to wait." Molly let out a heavy sigh and moved to her bed, laying down comfortably as she stared up at the familiar ceiling. All she had to do now was wait.
