Post by Wiley O'Keefe on Jun 22, 2009 12:20:12 GMT -5
WILEY EDALINE O'KEEFE
"Well, I guess we should start from the beginning. I'm Wiley O'Keefe, and yes, I'm Irish. My parents both came from Ireland, and I was raised there until I was 10, and then I came here. I'm named after my grandfather, actually. Growing up, I seemed to hang out with him more than my parents. I guess I had a pretty happy childhood, at least while I lived in Belfast. Growing up, I always wanted to be a writer. Poetry, short stories, even journalism. Well, that was originally my major in college, and somehow, I got sucked into pre-med. I took a class on biology, and before I even realized what happened, I was a pre-med major, and would spend the next four years after I graduated from college in medical school, and years and years after that as an intern. I guess I was always was really studious. I guess that explains why I never had a boyfriend in highschool, or college even.
"Likes? I dunno, I still really like writing. I guess that's why I'm not upset as the others when we have to write a paper or whatever. Even if it's research, I still kind of enjoy writing it. It's weird. I know, I'm kind of a geek. I like music a lot, too. I always kind of wished I could sing, but when I try all that comes out are squeaks. I dunno. I kind of just like hanging out, exercising, anything that keeps me entertained. I guess I should get out more, but you have to set your priorities, right? I always put studying and work first. Probably explains why I don't really have any friends outside of work. Well, I don't really have many friends at work, either.
"As for dislikes, well, I don't really like parties. I always just wind up standing by myself in a corner, watching. It's kind of awkward. Any big social kind of thing just makes me all nervous. I also really hate rap music. You wouldn't expect, but I actually really like all kinds of rock, even the hard stuff. I hate how shy I am sometimes, but I just never really had much confidence growing up. I never had a whole big group of friends, and I was never pretty like the other girls. I was always just kind of there. One more thing, I hate what I look like. I don't think I'm ugly or anything like that, but I'm 21 and still look like I'm 16. It's just kind of annoying.
"Well...I guess that's pretty much me in a nut shell. I probably won't approach you to talk, but I'll try to be outgoing if someone talks to me first."
hello, i'm june, and i'm eighteen years old.
i've been roleplay for four years. i'm using alexis bledel.
she would be filed under a intern.
i found AMF through proboards support..
Jun 21, 2009 12:16:10 GMT -5 @winnie said:
The last thing that Kitty wanted to do today was go home, and hear her parents bitch at her again. She'd woken up to it, and she was still pissed off from this morning. All her parents ever asked her was why she couldn't be more like Lauren, or why she couldn't be as successful in school as Harry had been. It was occasions like these when Kitty wish she would've been the one to die in the womb, and her would-be twin had lived. Maybe he would've have been such a major disappointment to her parents. So here she was, wandering the hallways of the school instead of taking the bus or her skateboard home, because she'd rather be stuck in this God-forsaken building than her own home.
Kitty actually kind of missed her old school, she realized, as she wandered the halls aimlessly. Not so much her old school, but well. Hell, she didn't know what she missed. It wasn't like if she went back there that he'd still be there, waiting to catch up on lost time and ask how she was doing. Dan probably had a steady job by now as a teacher, and probably had forgotten all about Kitty Jute by now. He may have a fiance, a wife, children? A home and a front-lawn with a golden retriever. The brunette shook her head, frowning slightly. As soon as her parents announced the move, they had last contact. It was a shame, really. Dan seemed to be the only person in her life that she had ever really confided in. He had been the only person to try and get her to open up to him, and he had succeeded. At least, until those damn rumours started spreading. All of them lies.
Sighing, Kitty looked up at the ceiling as she walked through the corridors, making random turns, hoping a teacher wouldn't walk by and ask her what she was still doing in the school about a half hour after the day was over. She could lie, and say she was here for tutoring or whatever. Ha, as if Kitty would actually spend more time 'learning' than she actually had to. School was bullshit, anyway. Elementary school prepared you for middle school, which prepared you for highschool, which prepared you for college, which prepared you for the rest of your life. All this damn preparation for what? Why did they need to prepare you on how to live your life? It wasn't really living if they taught you how to do it, was it?
Kitty tilted her head, and looked around. She had heard something. Not footsteps or voices or anything, but music. Very soft music, played on a piano. "Huh," she said out loud. Normally, punk music was her thing, especially when she was angry for whatever reason. But this...this sounded nice. It sounded really nice, actually. It was kind of soothing, even. Instinctively, she followed the sound, eager to hear who was producing it. The music got louder as she walked closer to the corridor with the band and chorus rooms in it. She was idiot for not thinking that music would be coming from the music rooms sooner. Kitty leaned up against the wall, listening for a moment. Whoever was playing it was good. Maybe a little rusty, but definitely had a talent for piano.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Kitty made her way to the door, quietly taking a peek inside of it. The piano player's back was to her, so she couldn't tell who it was. She snuck her way through the door as quietly as possible, thankful that the piano music was loud enough to cover up her entrance. She didn't want to disturb the boy. He definitely seemed to be enjoying himself. As she listened to the melodies, Kitty couldn't help but smile. A rare occasion for a girl like Kitty, but she was enjoying listening and watching to the boy play the piano. She wondered if this was an arrangement that he had written himself, or if he had gotten it from a book. Either way, it was lovely.
"Wow," Kitty said, a little loudly, as the music came to a halt for a moment. She covered her mouth, her face blushing slightly, and automatically letting out a sigh of regret when she realized who had been playing.
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