Post by chelsey on Aug 27, 2011 13:51:31 GMT -5
MR. WINCHESTER LIAM RUSSOVO
seventeen | Dalton academy | alex evans
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" oh, well hi there, I’m Winchester. Not really the manliest name in the bunch, but it suits me. When it comes down to nicknames, I don’t have many, well other than Winnie, Winn, Russovo, or everything and anything else in between, and here I was thinking I didn’t have many. I’m almost eighteen, but that’s several months away- so I’m stuck at seventeen; making me a senior at Dalton Academy. I like it there, I have friends there, and no I’m not gay. At least, I think. I haven’t really been around girls all that much to tell if I was… y’know into them. I’m a warbler, but that’s about it when it comes to extracurricular activities, I play volleyball, but that’s not really a school sport, and I don’t believe Dalton has a Photography club, so it appears I am strictly a Warbler. "
" stunning, eh? Well, I like lots of things, so I guess I’m a pretty open minded person. Currently my obsession is photography and creative writing, so I guess you can call me artsy too. The only things I really dislike in life are hurricanes, but that’s understandable. I also don’t like seafood, and live by the motto ‘fish are friends, not food’ thank god for finding nemo. Oh yeah, and cold weather. I absolutely cannot stand being wet, and cold, I’d much rather be swimming or relaxing out in the sun. But that doesn’t mean I hate skiing, and snowboarding, in fact I’m relatively good at those. Hmm… so back to personality, I’m polite- sometimes abnormally so, but I blame my parents for that. I have a rather wide vocabulary as well, meaning I excel in English classes, and anon. my weakest subject is probably math, but that doesn’t mean I’m bad at it, it just means it’s my lowest grade.
I can also be described as proper, though I wish I wasn’t, again I must blame my parents, they kept me away from people most of my life and then expect me to fit in. most people find me odd, probably because the only person I do get along with is my sister, Wednesday. But I think that’s because we’re twins. The only thing I’m really scared of is losing Wren, and though I’d never admit it out loud, I have a phobia of heights and spiders. Some man I am."
" I despise my family. The only sibling I ever get along with is Wren, and that’s only because she’s a part of me. Thanks to Isobel and Jakob Russovo I was given the strictest childhood imaginable. It all started when I was five, just barely old enough for school but so full of potential that my parents didn’t want to pass up the offer. Without further adue I was shipped from my home in Prince Edward Island and sent to Italy for my first few years of school. When I was old enough for middle school I was sent back to my home in Cornwall and got sent to another private school, this one for all boys. It seemed my parents wanted me to get an education without the distraction of females, so now I don’t know what to do with myself. Whenever I’m around them I stutter, which is something I never do, I also can never find the right thing to say if I find myself… attracted.
But anyways, back to the story. When I turned fifteen I was sent to Dalton as a sophomore, my parents home schooled me for a year, claiming they wanted me closer to home because they missed me. I knew it was actually because they were looking for the perfect school in which would give me a proper education. Which is how I ended up sent to Dalton. Thankfully I fit in well and made friends rather easily- but I’d much rather be with Wednesday, my parents have separated us for so long that it’s hard to even picture her now. I believe she was sent to Carmel High, hopefully I’ll run into her. "
" hiya! I’m Chelsey, or Chels if you prefer. I’ve been rping for three years, not that long, but I think I’m fairly good at it- I love horses, in fact I have five.;D Though I don’t think four really count because they’re miniatures. I dislike hurricanes. Thankfully NH doesn’t get hardly any. At least until Irene. D: "
" She needed milk. Again. It seemed when she didn’t need milk she needed cereal, thankfully she lived reasonably close to Main Street, therefore in was only a three minute detour. When the redhead rolled out of bed this morning, her hair mused and rather crazed looking, she had awakened to an unsettling hunger that gnawed at her stomach and made her ache. Stumbling into her rather small kitchen with her eyes hardly open she discovers she’s not only was out of milk, she also only had the bottom of the bag in which was once full of cereal. Which is the worst part in her opinion; all the powder and crumbs were worthless, much like those who attended west Oakville. Or rather, it wasn’t the kids who were worthless- it was the man who directed the band in which she thought was worthless.
He started this, at least that’s what she told herself. Vincent Krueger was a waste of space, an asshole, and someone she didn’t look forward to running into. How naïve of her, moving to the same town and joining the rival school’s only to not want to see the man she came here for. Now, before you get ahead of yourself, she doesn’t like him in any shape or form. Really, well actually maybe; she hadn’t seen the man since their senior year at college, and within the last couple of months of their competing she was beginning to get soft around him. But that’s it really. Otherwise all she feels is the need to win, guess you could call her a power hungry bitch.
Back to the present though, no need to get wrapped up in history. The skinny redhead moved with little or less grace into her bathroom to brush her teeth, ignoring the time on the clock in which read noon. Grabby hands reached for the whitening toothpaste while purposely ignoring her sleepy reflection, she knew what she would see, a girl with an average face, pale skin and outrageously bright colored hair. She knew that her usually straight locks probably looked as though a poltergeist possessed it and had a party the night before. She knew that her usually dark colored eyes would be misty with sleep, and squinty due to the bright light of her bathroom. Not a pretty sight.
Rinsing out her mouth, she wipes it lazily on the back of her hand before squinting at the mirror. Wiping the sleepy seeds from her eyes, she takes in the mass of hair in which stuck out at all angles and the drool at the corner of her mouth; diffidently not the prettiest sight. Grabbing a rather large hair brush, she yanks it through the snarls and snares wincing every now and then when it catches on a knot. Rather than jumping into the shower, as she would have done every morning, or rather noon, she decides that she must feed herself before bathing, her hunger too strong to ignore. Walking lazily into her room, she strolls up to her closet and leans on the doorjamb, still too damn lazy to stand on her own.
She observes the inside of her tiny closet with wonder, she honestly doesn’t care what she wears, and after all she’s just getting a new box of cereal and two percent milk. In fact, the only thing she should be thinking about is what type of cereal, patting her stomach at the thought, she wonders if she’s in the mood for something sweet or rather whole wheat. Reaching a dainty hand forward, the girl snatches up a tank top, a rather well fitting gray sweatshirt, a pair of ripped jeans and the first shoes her hands come in contact with. After stripping down, she throws all these items on, straightening them before throwing on her hood so no one would have to see her horrendous hair. Moving with the grace of a one legged gazelle, Julietta Grant made her way towards her front door and out into the heat of the day.
She fingers the writing in which is placed on the hoodie, simply reading East in rather swirly cursive. She wasn’t as hard on her kids as some would think, in fact she liked to believe that her and her kids have a connection, whether they like it or not. Lately the group had been rehearsing either later in the day, like towards four pm, or earlier in the morning. Her kids seemed to be on their game, and were more determined than ever to beat west field once again. It seemed as though these thoughts would have to wait, she was now in the store with a growling stomach and an eye on the cereal section. Moving rather quickly and keeping her head low to the ground so no one would see her or recognize her, Julietta grabs a basket and moves easily down the aisles.
Reaching for a box of lucky charms, as well as fruity pebbles, the pretty, slender girl makes her way towards the milk. Seeing as she’s so determined to get the hell out of there, she accidently bumps into a figure who appears to be standing in front of the milk, she lets out a soft squeak as she sandals cause her to trip into the glass of the fridge. Huffing out a breath of air, she turns to meet this… attacker only to find that it is him. Him as in Vincent Krueger, Him as in the drop dead gorgeous man from her past."
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