Post by marlorice on Sept 22, 2011 19:42:30 GMT -5
MISS MARLO ELISA RICE
sixteen | william mickinley | haley ramm
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"Oh hey there! My name's Marlo. I'm sixteen and a junior and this is my first year at McKinley. I just moved here from Dauphin, Alabama and this is my first year in a real school, you see. My sexuality? Oh, well, I'm straight of course! Kind of a... forward question. I plan on joining as many clubs as I can! Definitely the glee club. And maybe the art club and the debate club and the drama club and the newspaper and... oh is that too much? My mother wants me to join the celibacy club, so I suppose I'll do that as well."
"Me? Well I don't know if I could tell you, you might be better off asking my mother. Apparently she knows me better than I know myself. I guess I really enjoy reading and studying. But... But other than that I just love music! I play the saxophone and I like to sing. I also play the piano, but everybody plays the piano. At least, that's what my mother says. And... And I really like to write. Stories, poetry, songs, all sorts of things! I don't really share them though. It's just kind of personal stuff, you know? I don't really like sports. I like the roller blade... but no, I'm not really fond of sports in general. I also really really hate science. I'm pretty good at it but I just can't stand the subject. Don't tell my mother though, she expects me to be the world's next chemist. I'm plenty intelligent, and I... I can list every element along with its atomic mass and charge, but it makes me feel like a robot. Yes... That would be my biggest fear. Being a robot. Well not really being a robot because that's silly, but the idea of not having any free will frightens me. You don't have to tell me that my mother deprives me of any sort of free will because I've heard it before and it's not true. She's just protective and doesn't want anything to happen to me after what happened to my brother. But, secretly, a part of me wishes I could escape from her sometimes. Is that a terrible thing to say? Yes? I suppose it is. I take it back. I love my mother! Absolutely and completely. Still... You musn't say anything to anyone, but a can't wait to get out of this place. Someday I'm going to see the whole world. I'm going to be a famous author and never come home again... Except maybe on Christmas, because, well it's Christmas. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I hardly know you. Maybe I just need to vent, but it is nice to talk to someone. I don't really have anyone I can be personal with. I do fell horrible saying these things about my mother, who I adore, but a part of me knows I can't stay this way forever, eternally dependent upon this woman. I have to live my life for myself. It's not a goal or desire but a need. It may not be soon, but the only thing that keeps me sane is knowing the amazing adventures I'm going to have one day. Anyway, on a less deep level, I'm usually a pretty enthusiastic person about, well, everything. I love life, especially this new life in Lima. It's my first time at a public school, as I was home schooled up to this point. I've been told that I'm a bit naive and I have a hard time sticking up for myself. I really like watching Star Trek and the Twilight Zone and sweet old sitcoms like I Love Lucy and The Addams Family. My mother says they're a waste of time, but they make me feel like people can really be happy and still be exciting."
"My past was normal, I think. I mean, I don't have anyone else's past to compare it off of. I was home schooled up until this year in a little town called Dauphin in Alabama. My father isn't really around, but I don't like to talk about that much. He died in a car crash with my older brother while my mother was pregnant with me. I never met either of them, but my mother speaks about them as if they were gods. I suppose they were. I know I'll never measure up, I should feel blessed just to be related to them. My mother and I lived off my father's life insurance for a while, but recently we've been having financial problems and we had to move out here and my mother had to get a job. It's nothing serious, in fact, I think it's rather exciting, but my mother was extremely nervous about putting me into public school. I've been very protected all my life, I'm not allowed to date or go out with friends my mother doesn't know personally. I think it may because she's afraid of loosing me the way she did my brother and my father, but it's still a bit irritating at times."
"Helloooooo all. This is Jo, as in Josephine but that takes too long to type. I love writing and rping. I also love theater and acting and Glee! I've been rping for almost five years now, and I'm really excited about this site. The best way to contact me would be to PM me, and if you want my email I'll be happy to give it to you over PM, but I'd rather not say it here. I don't have an AIM or any other sort of instant messaging system on my computer unfortunately."
" It was a rare occasion that Rosemarie found herself alone in her brother's house, with the exception of her son. Roy had never been the over-protective sort, but he was consistently polite. He seemed to consider it almost treasonous to leave a woman alone, even if it was in her own home. His fiance, Carol, seemed to enjoy this constant attention but Rosemarie could stand it. Finally she forced the two of them out of the house and off to a romantic cafe somewhere. They were certainly a frustrating pair.
Anyway, with the two of them out of the way, all Rose had to deal with was her son. Joseph, a seven year old boy, a bit too curious for his own good, could not be left alone. Rose could only imagine the affects of that. She had no choice but to take the boy with her. She frowned, hoping that the manager wouldn't mind. He was quite the adorable child, and while charisma was not one of his strong points, he could draw "Awww"s from nearly anyone.
Dressed in a simple pale green frock, Rose made her way into the kitchen when Joseph could usually be found.
"Joseph? Joseph honey, where are you?" Her son came running at the sound of his name from some crevice or hidden room he had found, or simply created from his imagination. Rosemarie sighed with relief that he wasn't too dirty, but her boy could not be trusted to keep clean for long. "Joseph, we're going to go on an adventure." Rose could see her son's young eyes widen with excitement. She felt a pang of regret that this "adventure" would not involve pirates or dragons.
She instead, proceeded to tell her son all the stories she knew about the place they were headed, hoping that they might spark an interest in Joseph as they had in her. Instead, they just made him fidgety and excited. Luckily enough, Rosemarie didn't live far from the opera house. The ride was just across the way, and yet, she had always enjoyed making an entrance, so she had taken her carriage anyway.
It didn't take Rose long to find the manager's office, admittedly, Rose had often found herself snooping about the place, looking for snippets of information on the Opera Ghost. The story never ceased to intrigue her, but legends and myths would not satisfy her brother, nor would they make a good article.
Rose took a moment to straighten up her hair before taking Joseph's hand and stepping into the office. She poked her head inside to find three other people, one of which must have been the manager.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry to intrude. Is this the meeting for patrons?" Rosemarie asked pulling the door open just a bit more so she could get a better look at the others. The three of them looked about the same age as Rose, so she comfortably stepped inside, holding her son's hand firmly. Without waiting for an answer to her question, as she knew she was in the right place, Rosemarie proceeded to introduce both herself and her son.
I'm Rosemarie Beaumont. I live just up the way on Bellview. I'm so sorry, I had to bring my son, Joseph. We couldn't find a nanny at such late notice." This was a lie. She could have easily found a woman to watch Joseph for the day, but Rosemarie hated nannies with a passion. They somehow got the idea into their heads that they were the mother. Besides, Rose couldn't stand when other folks told her son what to do. That was her job. She was his mother. "
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