Post by danielle rose black on Dec 6, 2008 20:21:11 GMT -5
`go shake it Dani !
`You're a lot cooler when you don't talk.
age; 16
rp experience; 2 years
how you found us; Unplugged maybe?
contact; PM
other charries; N/A
other; Talk to me, I'm awesome :]
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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; Dani, Rose, Rosey
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; October 17
actually i'm some sort of; Libra
this place was such a shit hole;Hollywood, California
ah, so like paradisefor me; Hollywod
i don't look it but i'm actually; 1/2 French, and 1/2 Italian
it's just the way the wind blows; Bi
baddest bitch all up and through here; Maybe Memories, Drummer
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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; Hazel eyes
does the carpet match the drapes; Black
i wish i could lose like three pounds;115
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'4"
and then i got one on my ass; Lip ring
they always seem to notice my; She is very pale, and her hair is usually in her eyes.
you'll never see me without my; Dani loves diffrent clothing, and she loves to stand out. Her hair is usually always in her face, and normally has different colors in her hair. Her eyes are a very pretty hazel, and she always has lots of eyeliner on. She's short around 5'5" give or take, and she is very slender. Don't get the idea that she doesn't eat, because she does she just has a very fast metabolism. She is pale, but only because she hates sports and anything to do with nature except for rain and snow. Her nails are always painted random colors, and she plucks her eyebrows constantly to where they are barely there at all. She constantly wears skinny jeans, and flats. She refuses to be called a scene kid, and absolutely hates stereotypes.
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`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
Flirting
Hanging out with her band mates
Playing music
Being loud
Cuddling
Holding hands
Kissing
Taking millions of pictures
Texting
Gogo, her dog
Being with friends in general
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
Being lied to
Falling
Messing up on stage
Silence
Skanks
Computer obsessed people
Hypocrites
Reading
Running
Sports
it's like my signature kinda thing; Dani is a very good listener, and she is always there for her friends. She's a pretty talented drummer, and she never lies.
oh god not this again, i so suck; She's really bad at giving advice, and she isn't one to keep secrets. She also can't sit still when she needs to.
it's like children of the corn but worse;
Seagulls
Peanut Butter
Clowns
you know one day i'm going to;
Become a model
Fall in love
Live in London
it's just this weird innate thing; Laughs too loudly, and snaps her fingers when she's bored.
some things just make me scream; Long hair, pretty eyes, skinny jeans, and
that is the most disgusting thing ever; Over weight, short hair, bad smell.
you best remember this bitch; Dani is a very loud individual. She will always tell you what she thinks of you, she is quick to judge, and doesn't alway listen to reason. She will always believe what she believes and it takes a person with an even stronger will than her to change her opinion. She doesn't keep secrets very well because she tends to use them as insults. But if you get past her bristly exterior you will come to respect her honesty. She has never pretended to be perfect, and realizes that she hates hypocrites but often is one.
When she dates someone she will bend over backwards for them, despite what everyone else says. Even if the person will only end up hurting her. She is cute and cuddly when she wants to be, and horribly cruel other times. It takes aquired minds to taste her wine. She is very difficult, but she will never say anything to intentionally hurt anyone she attempts to say things in the nicest possible way she can find, and sometimes it's not an option, but at least she tries.
Dani does everything for her friends. If you can make it through her rigorous tests and earn her trust, she's yours for life. She can get annoying, but that's not all she is. She is a fierce defender and doesn't let anyone talk down to her friends, or about them. She will never degrade a friend, or make them feel inferior because mainly she is the one who feels that way. She is quite pessimistic, and always feels like she is never good enough for anyone. She doesn't want to do it, but it helps her reason things out. [/size][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
Alisha Marie Black, Pediatrition, 44
James Lucas Black, Owns a club, 56
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
Kasey Melissa Black, 12
Michael Anthony Black, 19
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
Faith Maris Cooper, Deceased
George Plato Cooper, Deceased
Margaret Louise Black, 89, Nursing home
Walter James Black, Deceased
you know the different kind of uncle; None
and the one that looks like a rat; None
pretty freakin sure we're not related;
Melissa Evans, 35, Doctor
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; Gogo a Saint Bernard, 7 years old.
it's like hell but only faster; Danielle Rose Black was born on October 17, the second child of Alisha and James black. Her older brother was only a year older, and they grew close instantly. There are numerous pictures of her and her older brother in the crib, and comical things such as that. She was a smart baby, and a rather ugly one. She wasn't one of those children that people gushed over, in fact she was bald for a good period of time as a baby and toddler. Her older brother was born with a full head of black hair, and it came as a shock that she was bald. Dani's mother was a very good Pediatrician, and the siblings were rarely sick as children. Their father was constantly away trying to advertise his newly opened club. They lived in a nice house in Cleveland, Ohio, never once did the two go with out.
When Dani turned six, and her older brother was seven their baby sister Kasey was born. She too had a full head of hair, but instead of black it was blond. She looked exactly like their mother right down to the eyes which were a startling blue. Michael and Dani took after their father. Dani didn't like her little sister very much, she thought that two kids were enough and didn't want anyone breaking into her and Michael's special bond. She started kindergarten that very same year, and grew to detest school. She would be picked on by the other children, and would end up retaliating, which resulted in many, many calls home, and many many recess' missed. She would throw a tempertantrum any time she was made to go to school. Jame's club was doing phenomonally well, and even with the new addition they were happy.
All though elementary school Dani hated it. She had a few close friends, but other than that she had nothing to be excited about. Math was impossible for her, and she didn't like reading. What else was there? She was never happier when 5th grade graduation came, she was going to middle school, more freedom, more fun. She was mistaken. She didn't like Middle school anymore than she liked elementary, but she learned to keep her mouth shut. She didn't cause fights nor did she pick on others, and this earned her a few more friends. She learned that if you were nice people would stop harassing you. Dani's social circle grew and she was plesantly content. Michael was still the main focal point of her existence but he was becoming less and less important. When eight grade rolled around, and he was in nineth grade he started to pull away from eveyone. Alisha and James blew it off as a stage but it was much more.
When Dani got to high school she found out exactly what was the cause of her brothers dissapearnce in her life. Drugs. He wasn't quite yet a junkie but he was a rather regular user. It almost made her laugh that her, and her parents had been so oblivious to it all when it was so obvious to her now. Dani would never rat him out, because his friends grew interested in her. They like her, they wanted to date her, they thought she was amazing. Michael wasn't too happy about his friends pawing all over his little sister, but she convinced him to shut up and butt out. Her highschool years consisted of partying, and playing music that was introduced to her in her sophmore year. She was thrilled she was considered cool.
When she graduated Dani and her band mates took their music more seriously. Michael was gone off to college and not fairing so well, but he also showed his support for her and her dream to follow her music. Her parents on the other hand weren't as supportive. James told her that if it didn't work out not to come to him expecting to get money for college. Dani had always been rather independent, and her parents dissaproval egged her on even furthur to do what she wanted. When Maybe Memories was offered to go on the Lost in Hollywood Tour they jumped on it, and Dani never looked back. She's now on the road and is loving every minute of it.
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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.
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; anything else
you must be smelling your own crotch; Zane looked up at the clock, his cell phone ringing like crazy. It read 2:00. "Shit!" He growled sliding out from under his covers. He was supposed to meet Autumn at Tom's at 1:30. His feet hit the cold hardwood and he shivered. Groggily he turned on his CD player which was blasting Beneath The Sky. He cringed a bit from the sudden noise but it helped him wake up. He looked in the mirror that hung over his dresser. His hair was messed up. Great. He ran his hands repeatedly through the mop on top of his head, until every hair lay perfect, framing his face to the best possible extenet. He looked down at his clothes, they weren't all that bad, his old white t-shirt, and his black skinny jeans. He shrugged snatching his keys off of his bed side table and shoving them into his pocket. He wasn't in the mood to get really dressed up, he was slightly hungover, not as bad as Autumn was, but still it was enough to make him feel sluggish. Slipping into his checkered vans he jogged slightly out of his front door.
Nessie was parked in the drive way where he had last left her. Damn, could he have made a more obvious enterance? She was parked sideways taking up a good portion of the drive way, wow, he was must have been messed up last night. Pressing the unlock button he opened the drivers side door, sliding in to the sweetly familiar black faux leather interior. Taking in a deep breath to get a good wiff of cigarettes, and vodka from the night before. Sliding the key into the ignition Nessie roared to life. Immediately Mayday Parade started playing, he new he hadn't put that in last night, it was definately Autumn. Throwing Nessie in reverse he mauevered his way onto the main road, his fingers tapping in time to the music on the steering wheel. They were sort of catchy, but he would never admit to it.
Tom's was lit up in all of it's gawdy glory. Flashing neon signs, bright even in the middle of the afternoon. Pressing the lock button he left Nessie shining in the sun, her new black paint job making her look like a goddess in car form. That thought was never leaving his head. Ever. Before he entered the brightly lit diner he checked his hair in the relfection on the door. Running his hand through it once more he pushed the door open immediately greeted by too happy workers. He glanced around stupidly until he found Autumn, ignoring the too perky workers completely. He heard Autumn before he really saw her. Scrunching up his face he stuck his tonue out at her. "As a matter of fact, I over slept thank you very much." He attempted to look smug but failed. "Have you been waiting long?" Normally he wouldn't care if he left someone waiting, but Autumn was his friend, and he felt obligated to care. As he looked her over he wondered how he didn't see her when he first walked in. He must be going blind.
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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
