Post by Jilly Crush on Feb 1, 2009 1:36:36 GMT -5
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they tapped over your mouth
scribbled out the truth with your lies
you littes spies
crush, crush, crush[/font]
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***ALL WAS GOLDEN
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ohay i'm amber[/color] and i'm fourteen[/color] years old. i've been roleplaying for three or four..or five..[/color] of them. anyways i heard about this site from ME! naww. stephen and gina <3 plus, according to them i own part of the site..pssshh.what ev..[/size]
***TRIPPING EYES
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FULL NAME ,[/color]
Jillian Rose Crush
NICKNAMES ,[/color]
Jilly, Jill, Rosie
AGE ,[/color]
sixteen
GRADE ,[/color]
junior
CLIQUE ,[/color]
punks
SEXUALITY ,[/color]
bilingual
JOB ,[/color]
hot topic
STATUS ,[/color]
middle class
PLAYED BY[/color] (celebrity face claim)
Hanna Beth Merjos
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***A DAYDREAM SPILLS
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HEIGHT ,[/color]
5'0
WEIGHT ,[/color]
106
BODY TYPE ,[/color]
slim, very thin, tiny curves
HAIR ,[/color]
long,black
EYES ,[/color]
deep greyish blue
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES ,[/color]
her hair. it's more old fashioned.
PIERCINGS[/color]
nose, ears.
TATTOOS ,[/color]
right hand:bow on ring finger, pink heart on pinky finger, the words 'rude dude'
left hand: cupcake on pinky finger
left wrist:star
right wrist:pink cupcake, the word 'karma
hip:bow
left ankle:diamond
right ankle:tooth with a bow
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***FLOATING FLOCKS
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LIKES ,[/color]
+scene
+emos
+skating
+moshing
+music
+concerts
+her work
+tattoos
+piercings
+skinny jeans
+nikes
+the color purple
+fruit
+suckers
+gum
+acting & theater
DISLIKES ,[/color]
+preps
+the queen bee & her royals
+jocks
+burnouts
+drugs
+meat
+alchoal
+pop
+rap
+writing anywhere else besides on herself
+driving
+watching televison
+when random people talk or hit on her
+being called Crush or Jillian
+being called 'Jillian Rose'
HABITS ,[/color]
+says "hardcore" & "wicked" a lot
+dresses like a girl, acts like a boy
+bites her nails
+constantly smacks her gum or makes sucking noises on her occasional sucker
GOALS ,[/color]
+to become an actress
+to make it into the theater or onto broadway
+to get accepted into a great performing arts college near home
SECRETS ,[/color]
+maintains a 4.0 grade average
+has major OCD when it comes to clenliness
+has insomnia
PERSONALITY ,[/color]
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Jillian is a very laid back yet hardworking kind of girl. She ignores what is going on around her and usually intervenes in peoples lives. It happens every time she gets the chance. Most people annoy her and feign that shes not even there. Its not something she really minds, she keeps to herself most of the time anyway. She only cares for cretain people but doesn't show them her true self. The punky, moshing, screaming, ink addicted little bitch she is. Usually thats the other way around for other people isn't it?
Some people discribe her as a tomboy just because she skates or is the only girl in her clique. Some people describe her as a freak just because she acts differently or just because she has so many tattoos. Yet, some people discribe her as thankful, thoughtful, and forgiving. Lets just say that she either has two sides to who she is or really random mood swings. Then, some people think its both.
***THINGS HAVE CHANGED
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MOTHER ,[/color]
Dana Faith [Darling] Crush [deceased]
FATHER ,[/color]
Robert Edward Crush
SIBLINGS ,[/color]
Emilia Lily Crush [younger sister, age thirteen, will be a freshman next year]
OTHER ,[/color]
Alana Holbrook [best friend]
HISTORY ,[/color]
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June 18th, 1992 was a blessed day in the life of Dana and Robert Crush. A beautiful baby had been born and they would forever adore her, no matter what. Jillian Rose Crush had been born with a high fever along with, her mother, keeper of the womb. A couple days later the baby's fever dropped but the mother's didn't. Doctor's were afriad she would die because the fever kept rising hastely. After a couple day's of a steady one hundred and one degrees temperture the hospital yeilded all her medicine and pulled the plugs. Just by doing that her fever went back to normal in a matter of minutes. The doctor's had never seen anything so amazing, apperantly it was an affect with her body from the medicine. As a happy, healthy, family they were released the next day and they headed home.
As a little girl Jillian, now with the nickname of Jilly, had come to know this story faithfully. Being her paranoid, loving, self she took almost killing her mom into a burden starting at the age of two. Her mother always tried to talk it out of her, the fact she didn't kill her or couldn't have. She influnced that she was to strong to die, to strong not to raise her. On mother's day,May 15th, Jillian's little sister, Emilia, was born. That day their mother died. Jilly's burden had now disapeared and was set into a bigger one on her new baby sister. She promised herself she would take care of her and her father, who had been struck by the sudden death, until the day she headed off towards college.
Years had gone by and Jilly had become the 'mother' of the house. Her father didn't know how to cook, clean, or do a little girls hair, for that matter. So she did it for him. She made all the meals, did dishes, cleaned the whole house, and everything else by herself. This made her a total neat-freak. Sometime between all this she took up the 'punk' look and feel around the age of thirteen. This is when she started going to her concerts, listening to music, and began skating. Her father didn't seem to care, as long a she was still his little girl.
Having permission from her father, Jillian got her first tattoo at the age of fourteen.It was the summer before she entered her freshman year of highschool. She was immediatly addicted to the mark of a needle and has now ended up with eleven tattoos. All of them have a very cartoonish feel to them, most of them are pink cupcakes. By this time her sister began to follow her trends but then started heading into the footsteps of Jillian's best friend, Alana. Jillian approved of this because it just meant that her little sister was more innocent than she was, and she liked that.
Entering highschool she immediatly fit in with the punk group, never really showing them her true self. She hid that she was neat, kind to her family, and actually pretty funny. It had come to the point to wear she didn't care, she had found something where she fit in and that she liked. Eventually she became the leader of the New York punk group, who were now moving to California. It takes a while to calm a moshing, screaming, wild group of kids so, give her a break.
One thing I can tell you is that Jillian will never regret who she is. She loves what she has done with her life so far, and can't help but take care of her family. Along her adventure she got into taking photography and theater. This girl, can act. This girl, is an amazing photographer. I'll say this only one more time. She loves what she is doing with herself, and she loves that she is doing it. No matter if shes in New York or not.
***GO ON,
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Pulling a thin purple tank top over her head Jillian let out a big sigh. She hated this new home, this new place. It had gone from cars and traffic to waves and surfing all in a couple days. And now, not that she wasn't expecting it, her father expected her to join the sister school of the beautiful one that at just burnt down only weeks ago. And the worst thing was, her dad actually bought a house in California not wanting to leave his two precious little girls. Like they were living with him anyway?Having already put on a pair of skinny jeans she grabbed her cell phone and stuffed it in her pocket while slipping on a pair of lime green Nikes.
Opening the door to 'her room' at the new house she headed down the hallway and banged on her little sisters door and ratteled the knob. "Get up, lazy bum. I'm heading to the pits of hell and i'm dragging you with me! Get dressed. NOW." Ignoring Emilia's moaning and groaning she rolled her eyes and walked down the hall to the living room. Eyeing her dad on the couch she smiled and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. As she turned on the oven she felt a vibration on her right side. Pulling out her sidekick she flipped it open and read the screen. Where the hell are you? Get your ass down here! Laughing at the message from Alana she flipped off the oven and ran out the door grabbing her skateboard. Her sister surely wouldn't mind and it's not like her dad's actually going to get up for breakfast anyway, right?
Jilly immediatly noticed the weather as she stepped outside. That was one thing about moving here for a year, she actually had air to breathe rather than toxic fumes. Reaching out her right leg she put it on the ground and pushed herself for more speed. Putting it back on her skateboard her pocket buzzed again snd she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "God, I'm coming!" Hair blowing in her face she pulled it up into a pony tail and smiled, nodding in approvement. She hated that her hair was so long, but couldn't bring herself to cut it. She had tried that once and ended up running out of the salon with the lady's scissors. Yeah, that didn't go so well.
Noticing the Hazelton school building up ahead she jumped of her board and flipped up to herself as she stopped. Standing there looking at it she sighed and shook her head. This was still all very dissapointing to her, she was going to miss the old building back in New York. It was hard to beileve that it had burnt down, that all those built up memories were now laying in a pile of ashes. She had started walking in the direction of the dorms and ignored everyone around her. Walking through a kissing couple she laughed and open the doors of the girls dorm. Checking the dorm assignments on the wall she shrugged and sighed at a name she didn't know. Hopefully it wasn't some stuck up princess that didn't know what the hell life actually meant without her daddy's credit card.
Heading up the stairs, two at a time, she searched for her room number. Room one, fun. Spotting her black and purple suitcases she smiled and ran over to them un-zipping the tiny one she pulled out a bag of suckers and smiled, ripping them open. Grabbing a watermelon one she unwrapped it and stuck it in her mouth. It had been over twenty-four hours since she had had a sucker or gum and that was like her nicotine. Do the math. Zipping the suitcase back up she grabbed the handles to everything and drug them into the room. The door was ajar and it looked like no one hadn't been there yet. Yes, maybe they bailed out! Jilly hated people, well ignored them at most, and hated being around them. There were two beds, two desks, to chairs...blah blah blah. Kicking one of the chairs out of her way she sat down at the other one and looked around the room. "Guess this is as good as its gonna get.."
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]okay, this app was made by the one and only jackie from white pages, so i'd appreciate if you didn't steal it, kthx. the lyrics are from one of my favorite bands, Panic At the Disco, from their album Pretty. Odd, in case you were wondering. that's about it. except just know if you steal this, i will squash you like a bug.
