Post by alyc on Mar 15, 2009 17:43:57 GMT -5
* HOLLYWOOD MARIE IRVING !
* who i am
NAME: Hollywood Marie Irving
AGE: 17
RESIDENCE: Neptune High School
ETHNICITY: White
CELEB: Myself
ORIGINAL:
* outs
[/color]ide[/color][/i] looki[/i]ng in[/center][/size][/font][/b]HAIR: Brown
EYES: Blue, sometimes green
HEIGHT: 5'5"
GENERAL APPERANCE: Hollywood is an average sized girl. She's not model skinny, and she's not over weight. She only weighs about 117lbs, but she's also mainly muscle. She doesn't play sports, so she's only fit from actually working out.
She has a dusting of freckles on her cheek bones, and across her nose. Her eyes are a little small, and she has to wear glasses or contacts to see anything far away.
* wha
[/i]t i[/i]ve beco[/color][/i]me[/i][/center][/size][/font][/b]LIKES: Photography, Music, Sleeping, Writing, Reading, Playing with puppy, Candy, Cheese, Pizza, Eyeliner, Hair dye, Plants.
DISLIKES: Stinkbugs, Watching sports, Too tight clothes, Tape that doesn't work, People who try too hard, Laying in a dirty bed, Sand in her shorts.
FEARS: Spiders and other creepy crawlys, Angry cats, Men, Drowning, and Falling.
GOALS: Graduate from High School, Minor in Education and English. Major in Theatre or Psychology.
PERSONALITY: Hollywood is loud and obnoxious. She likes to have fun, and party. Mistakes don't scare her, technically, she should be dead. She will be friends with anyone, and try anything once. She's not big on drugs, but she's alright with alcohol. She loves to dance and sing, even though she's no celebrity, she still enjoys it. Her favorite classes are English and Theatre.
She has a pug puppy, that happens to be her best friend. She's shy around older men, because of bad experiences she had not too long ago. She takes a Prozac to get through her day, but she really wants to wean herself off of it.
* come
[/i] a little closer[/center][/size][/font][/b]PARENTS: Mark Irving; Deceases
Cindy Irving; Deceased
SIBLINGS: Legend Irving; 20; Bar tender, and tattoo artist/ piercer.
OTHER RELATIVES: Greg Irving; 47; In jail.
Paula Moore; 69; Grandmother; Retired
Gregory Moore; 67; Grandfather; Retired
AUTOBIOGRAPHY: When I was a little girl, we traveled a lot, my parents, Legend and I, I mean. My mom was a dancer, and was in a lot of plays, so, to support her, we always went with her. Mom homeschooled us too, it was easier than trying to enroll us in school.
While Dad supported Mom's dancing, he never seemed to like Ledgie and and I that much. When Mom would go to her gig, we couldn't leave our room. He would lock us in there, and we could hear a woman screaming...he was giving her something, and she really wanted more... Every town we went to, it was a different woman screaming. I asked Legend what he was giving her, and why she wanted him to fuck her harder... I didn't know what that meant.
One night he couldn't lock the door, so he said if we left, we'd be in big trouble. No matter what we heard, we couldn't leave. I heard him, and I understood. But the woman just kept screaming, she sounded like she was hurt, and my dad just grunted like a pig...I had to go make sure she was ok... I opened the door, and there they were... He was behind her, and they were both naked. She was on the floor, her butt in the air, and he smacked her right butt cheek, my dad was right handed. He had a fist of her hair in the other hand and he pushed his body into her butt. "Daddy...What are you doing to her?" I asked, in my innocent, ten year old voice. The woman stopped screaming. "Get up Josie, put your fucking clothes on!" he yelled at her, before putting his own clothes on. He walked over to me, and picked me up, holding me to him, and Josie left. "I told you not to leave the room!" he said, throwing me back down to the floor. He was just pretending to be nice. "Don't you fucking listen?" he asked, smacking my face when I tried to get back up. I started to cry, and Legend ran out to help me... Let's just say he wasn't much help. Dad told us to tell Mom we'd been wrestling on the couch when he was making dinner, or he'd make sure we never saw her again. We didn't leave the room after that.
A month or so, Dad went to get Mom from her gig. We went to watch t.v. on the couch. They were running late but we didn't notice, until a police officer came to the door, and told us our parents had died in a car crash. Legend didn't say anything, being the big, strong thirteen year old he was. "Where do we go?" he asked. "You'll come with me." the man said, and told us we could pack our bags first. Legend helped me pack all of my clothes, and my favorite toys.
It turned out that Uncle Greg was out God Father, and he agreed to adopt us.
We lived with him happily for three years, with no problems, we thought everything would be ok. Legend was sixteen now, and I was thirteen. But Uncle Greg started to get meaner. He drank a lot more, and yelled a lot. Soon he started giving Legend and I early bed times, which Legend didn't like, since he was getting so big.
One night, Uncle Greg came in my room, when Legend was asleep. He whispered, slurred words, and touched my hair, his breath smelt like beer, and he wasn't wearing anything but his underwear. He started pulling off my clothes, and I asked him to stop, but he shushed me, and put a hand on my mouth, whispering it was ok, but if I struggled, I would get hurt. He told me he didn't want to hurt me, but this was something I wanted. He told me that I'd asked him for this, I begged and pleaded, and he just couldn't say no anymore. When my pajama's were on the floor, he laid down on top of me, and started to do what my dad had been doing to Josie, and I understood why she had been crying. I let out a yell, and Greg put a hand over my mouth. He told me I had to be quiet, or I would get in big trouble, so I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and cried.
He made the same grunting noise my dad had, and gripped my shoulders so tight I had bruises. He told me I was doing so good, and I made him very happy. I didn't move as he got off of me, and put his boxers back on. He told me again how I'd wanted this, and I couldn't tell anyone about it. He told me to put my clothes back on, and go to sleep. He told me he did this because he loved me. I didn't believe him.
This continued, for a long time. Almost every tight he would come into my room, and tell me the same things over and over again. Eventually, I fought back, but I soon realized, that wouldn't work, when he hit me, and I woke up sore again.
I wore a tank top to bed one night, and Legend came in the bathroom when I was brushing my teeth. He asked me why I had so many bruises. He ran over to me, and held me close when I told him I'd done it. He didn't believe me. He made me tell him what had happened, and he freaked out...He decided it would be best to tell the police, and I told him I couldn't. He said he could
Greg went to jail, and we went to Washington to live with my grandparents, and then the sent me here.
* wha
[/i]t i can do[/i][/center][/size][/font][/b]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Flash, click, giggle. "Try grabing your leg, like this..." Hollywoods voice could be heard, coming from the back of the photography room. Her back was facing the door, and she was facing a white canvas...A white back drop, with two bright lights hanging from it. Little Isabella was sitting at one of the desks, watching her mommy work on a school project, and the beautiful Kris was modeling for her.
Tilt your head back, just a bit..." she said, showing her what she wanted with her own head. "Tilt it to the other side." she said, and Kris laughed, doing as she was asked. "Good..." Hollywood said, snapping pictures from different angles, and changing the light. "Let me get a chair..." "You're taking this very seriously..." Kris said, smiling. "It's a grade..." Hollywood said simply. Kris laughed, and let her take pictures.
It was obvious that Hollywood was jealous of Kris. She was beautiful. Who wouldn't want to talk to the girl? Who wouldn't want to be her friend. Who would ever want to talk to the average girl...Especially with a little girl.... Hollywood shook her head, and focused on the photography, not wanting to get upsef.
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[/i] real me[/i][/center][/size][/font][/b]NAME: Alycia
AGE:17
EXPERIENCE: PFFT! Forever.
ANYTHING ELSE: Um...no.[/size]
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