Post by ARIES ANDRES ALVAREZ on Jul 21, 2011 19:54:05 GMT -5
MR.ARIES ANDRES ALVAREZ
seventeen | dalton academy | nico tortorella
code word: kurt hummel
" So is this for the year- Oh, time capsule? Like a USB deal with the whole thing recorded? Sweet. Right so, hi people of 2060 or 2061, I’m Aries and I know it’s a weird name but my parents were still in a post-liberal-ish phase. And I don’t mean democratic, think hippy. 1960s. L-Look it up. So, right now it’s 2011 and I’m seventeen. I’m part of the Dalton Academy’s soccer team, have been for over a year. I’m a proud Warbler and I’m happy to say my own Warbler, Percival, is alive and well. Those rumors about being gay because you go to an all-boys school are played out and it doesn’t help that you’re on the fence. At least my friends know when to cut the jokes. "
"I’m not that quiet. My parents often say that I should have a remote with me at all times and that I should be legally required to hand it over to the person in charge wherever I go. At least being in the Warbler’s taught me how to take all the energy I have and channel it into making our performances stand out. I tend to be a total klutz but I haven’t broken anything while playing soccer. I have, however, sprained an ankle and broken a wrist while practicing choreography. I sometimes knock over lamps and vases and once I had to work over the summer to pay for a broken book-end I hit with my bottom. It was not my fault it was glass, ok?. I love a mix of songs and I’m really desperate to do a Panic! At the Disco number with the guys. Hurricane would be the perfect breakout performance. If we did that at Regionals we could catch everyone by surprise. Other than tripping over everything and needing a filter for my mouth (as well as volume control) I like to run. So if you find a video or something about me running around the grounds or whatever, it’s normal. What else? I can be forgetful about a lot of stuff… I’m pretty sure I forgot something else just now… "
" Born in Michigan, raised in Westerville. I’m adopted and my parents were unable to have any more kids after my older sister, Andretti, and they really wanted a son so they looked for adoptions. I don’t really know anything about my biological mother or father since my parents kind of signed a non-disclosure agreement with zero loopholes… My dad, Arthur, is Puerto Rican and my mother, Rosalinda, is of African-American descent, my sister is mixed and I’ve been told my family could possibly be traced to Europe. That’d be really cool. Me and sister aren’t always as pleasant as we should be in public (although it could be the fact that I sort-of kissed someone she was dating and she’s still not over it). I live in a one-story house with four rooms, three bathrooms and a pool. I have many, many cats. Without counting the pregnant one, Mitzy, we have five. It’s a pain since Mom makes us clean the house to learn discipline (at least all the floors are wooden panels). It’s been a real blessing though, living in a very nice house, getting a car for your birthday, going to a pre-Ivy league school like Dalton. It comes with its pressures though. I’d really just like to be a teacher but my dad’s a banker and my mother owns her own catering business. My sister is hoping to be governor of Ohio one day and I can’t be considered the runt of the family can I? Right, so adopted and living in Westerville for as long as I can remember. I first entered Dalton when I was a freshman and besides the light hazing the upper classmen give you, nothing too terrible has occurred. As for exciting, everything has been picking up since last year. Sure the Warbler’s lost Regionals but most of us didn’t even think we’d get there. Personally, I think the council needs to open up a bit more in terms of music and choreography. We really came out of our comfort zone at Regionals but we need more. Billboard’s Top 100 and Broadway classics won’t be enough to put us on par with groups like New Directions or Vocal Adrenaline. We need to be better, stronger, tougher. We’re gentlemen but we’ve got to be a united force.
I can feel it though; this year is going to be big!
. "
" Yo-Yo-Yiggidy-Yo! Chii here. This would be my second original character, the first being the lovely Miki Elaine Yashida! If you need to contact me, email me at chiiisdabomb@live.com or PM me at this account or my other character’s account. I’ve been roleplaying for five years."
" From my Aries Andres Alvarez account at Express Yourself Home
Of course life had a funny way of showing Aries that it loved him. He needed to buy ink for his Inkjet Printer, which everyone knew cost an arm and a leg; at least he got enough from his job at JCP in a neighboring town to foot the bill (even if the half an hour drives were murder). He had arrived at the local office supply store only to fin it closed because the owner's daughter was giving birth. Mazel-tov. Really. It rained on his way over to the local mall to see if the Walgreens there had any ink. You'd think in a city where they had a mall there would be at least an OfficeMax. On the way some idiot in a Volvo had the nerve to cut him off and cause him to swerve slight. The rain had slicked the road enough to cause Aries's car to run over something sharp and, by consequence, pop a wheel.
Now he was here, grumbling about the stormy weather and what is so hot, mother-
"..see nor hear you.. please, I'm so-"
"Oh! Sweet Jesus on molasses that's hot!"
He wasn't one to invoke the Lord's son and humanity's savior but this was really stinking hot.
"T-That really burns... Ow!"
Who knew machines could crank out liquid at that temperature?
Instead of doubling over on the floor in pain, Aries held himself up by putting his hand on the stainless-steel counter where the Soft-N-Creamy ice cream machine and the Big-Chug-Slushies machine kept churning at blueberry, mango and strawberry flavors. He took a deep breath as the burn started to fade. He stood there wincing a bit at the cold of the room, compounded by the unnaturally chilly surroundings outside, and the warmth of the liquid on the front of his jeans.
"...I'm so so sorry for all this. I should have been paying attention."
Oh, so it was sundress girl who spilled the drink all over him? He glanced at the girl and knew he didn't really have it in his heart to be mean to her (they'd just met after all).
"N-No. I'm ok. Whoo... I'm totally cool."
Yes, life really liked sticking it to him good.”[/size]
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