Post by brooklynn noelle york on Nov 27, 2008 23:07:23 GMT -5
`go shake it BROOKS !
`"You laugh because i'm different, I laugh because I just farted.".
age; old enough?
rp experience; 4 years.
how you found us; proboards support.
contact; aim- adoptorabandon myspace- myspace.com/a_city_of_evil
other charries; i'm making a boy soon. =]
other; a7x is my addiction, i just dyed my hair. 0.0 woo!
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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; brooks, brookie, yorkie
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; april 2nd
actually i'm some sort of; aries
this place was such a shit hole; las vegas, nv
ah, so like paradisefor me; las vegas, nv
i don't look it but i'm actually; scottish
it's just the way the wind blows; bi-sexual
baddest bitch all up and through here; insane in the membrane make-up and hair artist
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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; brown
does the carpet match the drapes; black, whatever the hell i want
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 125
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'4"
and then i got one on my ass; diamond on her lower back, lip, toungue, nose, and ears piereced(ears x9 including cartilage)
they always seem to notice my; long hair, cute little dimples.
you'll never see me without my; brooklynn is almost always seen with her hair down, either curly or straight. her hair color changes with her mood, and she likes it that way. she takes care of herself, though, and tries not to damage her hair too much. she wears a little too much make-up, at least in some people's eyes. but hell, she's a fuckin' rock star she can do what she wants, right? she wears tons of different thigns, more like vintage stuff or just chill things. one day she'll be in hot pink pumps, skinny jeans, and a big fur jacket and the next she'll be in flip flops and sweats. her looks scream 'get the fuck out of my way' and she's not afraid to show it. her piercings are all done herself, being her brave self. she wants to get more tattoos, expecially one of her band name on her lower left hip. she's never seen without ear rings in, she's practically obsessed.
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`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
x;;music
x;;sprite
x;;friends
x;;boys
x;;girls
x;;alcohol
x;;parties
x;;playing
x;;being herself
x;;hair
x;;books
x;;graphic design
x;;being in crouds
x;;noise
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
x;;bugs
x;;weird people
x;;obsessive fans
x;;silence
x;;religion obsessers
x;;being wrong
x;;fighting
x;;tents
x;;horoscopes
x;;sudden noises
x;;not knowing
it's like my signature kinda thing;
x;;being brave
x;;her confidence
x;;protecting people
oh god not this again, i so suck;
x;;getting nervous around people she likes
x;;stuttering when she's scared
x;;can't handle it when people yell at her
it's like children of the corn but worse;
x;;getting raped
x;;the dark
x;;dying of cancer
you know one day i'm going to;
x;;to be rich and famous
x;;to make so many friend's she can't count
x;;make her dad proud of her
it's just this weird innate thing;
x;;clicking her toungue
x;;grabbing on to people
some things just make me scream;
x;;can sing
x;;hard ass
x;;funny
x;;sexy hair
x;;sexy body, durh
x;;kind of mean
x;;willing to have fun
x;;doesn't cheat
that is the most disgusting thing ever;
x;;sensitive all the time
x;;looks like a girl(if it's a guy.
)x;;small...
x;;weirdly obsessive
x;;can't give her space
x;;acne
you best remember this bitch; broklynn is over-all a very appealing person, to herself. though she's very confident, she can be a little sketchy and vulgar at times she loves to hang around kids. she can be soft hearted, but at times she doesn't exactly make the cut. she likes to talk about action figures and immature stuff, because that's who she is. all her life she's known to be outspoken and to chase her dreams, and that's exactly what she plans on doing. she likes to make people feel wanted, in a lot of different ways. she thinks everyone needs a chance and doesn't like to fake anything. some people would call her down to earth, others would just call her weird.
she does have a temper, though. she gets mad a little too easily and hates it when people make fun of her even if they're just kidding. she was always made fun of as a little kid, so she hates it now. she doesn't like to be called name either, and she hates fighting. she can be set off at any time by any different reason and hates to talk when she's mad because she ends up screaming and kicking things. she's been trying to solve this issue, but it's honestly not working very well. her mom always got mad at her about it.
sometimes she think's she's a little too prissy. she likes to dress up at times, and get all dolled-up, but at other times she likes to go out in sweats. she's a little ocnfused about who she is, and often finds herself thinking about the quote from juno- "i don't really know what kind of girl i am." it makes sense to her. she's actually trying to find herself through music, and new friends, and just a new place. anywhere but vegas.[/size][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
it's cause you were dropped as a child; riley jameson york|21|band member
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; unknown
you know the different kind of uncle; denise deangelo|31|lawyer , jameson york|36|deceased
and the one that looks like a rat; tyson york|17|none , randall york|18|none, natalya deangelo|22|drug dealer
pretty freakin sure we're not related; she doesn't know any of her other family
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; none
it's like hell but only faster; born on april 2nd, brooklynn never lived a 'normal life'. she had an older brother, from another mom. her mother was only 15 when she had her and she was going to put her up for adoption, but she decided not to. her father was 4 years older than her mother, so that's probably why she did it. while she grew up her mother made her money on the streets, and while her father though she was going to the warehouse to work she was on the corner. her dad was in a band all his life, he was the lead guitarist for a band called 'over the hills'. it sounded a little like system of a down and metallica all together. he made a lot of money, until the band broke up after he learned about his wife being a prostitute. brooklynn wasn't old enough to understand the mess, and as she grew up she always was the little kid with a ROCK N ROLL t-shirt on dancing, cussing, and kissing all the boys on the cheek. she frequently got in trouble, and her dad would always have to come get her.
when she reached the 4th grade she realized that she wasn't normal. she was... different. her dad was a rock star, and he wasn't always home anymore and neither was her mom. she was taken care of by her older brother, riley. he always helped her, and taught her everything from tying her shoes to reading and the alphabet. she started learning what a boyfriend meant, and things about other boys... and girls. her brother began to drink, only being 4 years older he knew a lot more than her. when he started to smoke weed, she couldn't help but follow along.
when she turned 13 she got her first real boyfriend, and oh yeah they were really serious about it. her brother hated him, though, and frequently got in to fights with him. as this progressed, their parents came around less and less and soon neither of them came back for weeks. riley and her took care of themselves, and her boyfriend, tony, would even stay with them. for a year they were on and off, and finally on her 14th birthday tony raped and left her. for awhile, she thought she was pregnant, and from then on she swore she'd never have sex again. she told riley, and he swore he'd kill tony but he never saw him anymore after that.
as she grew up she found herself getting in to music, and soon after she turned 14 she began playing the drums. when her dad started coming around more he began to teach her, and by the time she was 15 she was in a band with her brother called 'Reaching For The Clouds'. she sang, and then her and her brother switched and she played lead guitar. when the drummer and bassist moved to oregon, they couldn't find anyone to fill in and they just started playing by themselves in their small garage in vegas. she began to get out on the streets, running around with a gang. the gang though, was just girls. they were called 'vengeance for heart', or V4H. she was kicked out for messing around with one of the girls, that's when she found out she was bi.
as she grew more, she got further in to drugs and finally hooked up with another guy again. she got seperated from her brother, riley, and so she ran away to here to get in to a band. she really believes she can make it, and hopefully riley will join her soon. she's not sure what will happen, but she's ready for whatever comes her way.
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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;
love me when i'm gone.
"God damn! Get the hell out of my way!" Yelled the Sixteen year old Brooklynn from her Gold Grand AM as she sat stand still behind a car that was barely creeping for no reason. She honked her horn, growling as she watched the blond haired bitch infront of her scream and laugh. They finally started to go, and she finally creeped into a parking lot. "Damn..." Snapped Brook as she turned her car off. People stressed her out, major. She would've kicked the girl's ass if there weren't school guards around. She couldn't get in anymore trouble today.
She wasn't coming to the mall to hang out with anyone, but she was coming to get some new stuff. The guards probably knew by now since some one had snitched on her earlier. They couldn't do anything unless they caught her though. She got out of her car, glancing around before shutting the door and walking off. She smiled as she saw some guards click on they're stupid looking huge walkie talkie things, glaring at her. She shook her heads at them before she entered the mall. She wasn't planning on being bad in front of them, but she would eventually get something. She wasn't going to let the pigs ruin her fun for the day. Plus she needed some new stuff, and she was broke. She took a deep breath as she stepped into an electronics store, a smile coming to her lips as she approached the iPods. She looked down at a pink one, it was cute enough. She glanced up and around, the guards hadn't caught up yet. She slowly slid her knife out of her jacket pocket, opening it. She looked down and scratched the bar code of the iPod, then the plastic thing that would sound the alarm off. She smiled and placed the plastic thing behind the rest of the iPods, putting the box into her bag. She looked back up then around, and began to walk out.
Just as she exited, she heard a guard yell then started running twords her. She sighed, rolling her eyes and taking off in the opposite direction. She dodged people, with their kids hanging onto them so they wouldn't get run over. By now she had a lot of guards behind her. Great. She glanced to the side, running into a huge crowd in the food court. She was still running, still dodging people. Soon she came to a bench, and someone else was sitting on it. There were people swarming by, and the cop was catching up. She sat down quickly and took his hand, putting her head on his shoulder. "This is normal..." She cooed to the boy softly, watching as the cops ran by in confusion. She giggled as she took her head from the boy's shoulder and took a look at him. To her surprise, it was Trevor. She smirked "well well... look what the cat drug in," she said softly with a wink. She hadn't seen the kid in forever.
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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
