Post by rose on Jul 7, 2009 1:22:57 GMT -6
stella, rosalind, callaway
a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?
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[/font] and i've been roleplaying for a six-ish[/font] years. i'm eighteen[/font] years old, and i found you through my site-hopping[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using leighton meester[/font] as a play-by. oh, and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know ! [/blockquote][/blockquote]` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?- - - - - Stella Rosalind Callaway. I know, its pretty much a mouthful, and an embarrassingly old-fashioned name. Apparently my parents had to please both grandmothers, so I was just named after both of them. And of course, both of them were named after people as well.
"Stella, Stella, oh! Stella for Star!"
Grandma Stella, from whom I get my first name, was named after a character in Tennessee Williams's play, Streetcar Named Desire. The name (as detailed pretty well in the quote) means 'star'. The quote is from the play, but unfortunately for me, the character Stella just happens to be a wimp with an abusive-ish husband, who at one point tries to rape her sister, and somehow manages to get his wife to go back to him. Of course, in the movie version, the husband is Marlon Brando, so I guess its ok.
"Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind."
Rosalind means 'pretty rose' or something like that. The name Rosalind is from a Shakespeare play. Well, Grandmother and I were named after the Rosalind from one play, but there are actually Rosalinds in two of his plays. We were named after the Rosalind in As you Like It, which is arguably the best female part that Shakespeare ever wrote. She's witty, intelligent, a princess, survives in the woods, classy, and I think she has almost as many lines as Hamlet. I actually prefer the name Rosalind, which is why all my friends call me Rose. My mother calls me Rose, too. Or Rosie. You can tell when she's mad at me because she just calls "Stella! Stella Rosalind..." and that's when I know I'm in for it.
Callaway is my last name. And I don't know what it means really, but I do know that according to my classmates when I was in grade school, it sounds awfully similar to 'castaway' and was therefore the stepping stone for a lot of teasing.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - I was born on a dark and stormy night. No, seriously, I was. I was born on January third, 1992, and there was this huge ice storm that night. I'm not sure on the details (I don't really pay attention to the story when my mom tells it), but apparently its just about as exciting as that. I know, the set-up makes you expect an amazing story, but there isn't one. The whole 'dark and stormy night' thing is about as good as it gets. I was born at like, 12:01 or something like that, and apparently the first baby born on the third, so my mom got a box of chocolates, but I was an infant, so couldn't eat them, so I didn't appreciate the chocolates much.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - I'm not sure--have you seen me around? I'm not really too much of a stand-out kind of girl. But sure, you could have seen me. I mean, this is my third year here. I'm a senior this year (yes, you heard right, I did say 'third year here' and 'senior'), and I've only been going to Carson High since I was a sophomore. I previously went to a school up north, in Seattle, but we moved after my freshman year, and so now I go to Carson.
I suppose I like Carson all right. I liked it a lot better than my old school, but after the shooting at the end of last year, I do have to admit I'm a little nervous about it here...but all my friends are here, I don't want to switch schools my last year of high school. Besides, this is a really good school, and I need to get into a good university. I've always done well in school (except freshman year, but that was just a disaster. Ok, sophomore year wasn't that great either. Can I plead personal issues and 'transitional year'? But with the exception of those two years, I have gotten straight 'A's in every other year of every other school I've ever gone to.)
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - I'm from Portland Oregon. But I only lived there for seven years. Then my dad died, and my mom got offered a better job in Seattle. It was just the two of us and dad's dog and my cat, so we just picked up and moved. We lived in the city in Seattle, which was totally different. We lived with my uncle for a while, but it was really hard not having any friends when I really needed peoples' shoulders to cry on. I met a few kids that lived in the apartment complex, and after we became friends, things got better. We lived in Seattle for a while, and my mom met this guy when I was thirteen-ish, and he moved in with us (by this point we had our own place, we weren't still with my uncle). But then...well, I don't want to go into details, but stuff happened, mom dumped him, and we moved down here between my freshman and sophomore year. We had a new addition to the family, and again, mom got a better job. A job that was mostly from home, which was good because she had the baby to take care of. So we live here now. Mom, me, the dog, the new cat (the old one died of old age), and Marlon--or Lenny for short (that's the baby).
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky, you can bet that he's doing it for some doll...
Oh, you didn't want me to start singing Guys and Dolls. *cough* Sorry about that, then. Anyway, I'm into guys. Not that I really understand 'guy talk' or am at ALL good at reading men. But if I was to be capable of having a relationship with someone, I'd want it to be with a guy.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - My pastimes? Hmm.... well, I do homework a lot. And I read, I like reading. Right now I tend to read a lot of picture books and Thomas the Tank Engine. Not the most Shakespearean of literature, but its what I read to Lenny. That's another thing I do a lot: take care of Lenny. He's my little brother and mom's busy a lot, so I take care of him when I'm not doing other stuff. Hmm...what else...I like movies. Not like, crappy movies, but good movies. I'm a sucker for good, old classic movies. (And sexy old classic movie stars. Helloo? Marlon Brando--oh right, yeah, my brother's named after him? Cary Grant? Jimmy Stewart? Paul Newman? Definitely some of the hottest guys Hollywood has ever seen). I like going on walks, especially with the dog, so I go on walks a lot...But that's it really....I'm kind of boring.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - Things I like...hmm...raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens?
Ok, ok, I'll stop with the musical references. I do like kittens though. And I love dogs. I like my mom--usually, what teenage girl doesn't sometimes hate her mom?--I like Lenny, most of the time. I like school, and reading, and watching old movies...I like taking the dog out on walks in the evening, and oh! I really love chocolate covered strawberries. I might even have a strawberry obsession. Like, I really, really love strawberries. If I could pick a food to eat for the rest of my life, three times a day, with no health problems, I'd pick strawberries. No questions asked. What else do I like...I like my brown hair...I like getting dressed up--but I also like wearing jeans and a t-shirt and not caring what I look like. I really like looking through old photo albums of my mom and dad and me when I was little. And...ok, this is really cheesy, but I like the idea of love and true love. I don't know if its really real, or if I'll actually find it (hey, let's face it, life isn't a romantic comedy movie) but I think its a lovely idea.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - I don't like crying babies. Just right off the bat. Oh, and I don't like bats either. I got attacked by a bat once, when I was little and at the zoo with my parents. It got stuck in my hair and it was horrible. I hate bats. And I don't like snakes either. I hate my mom's ex-boyfriend, and I hate death. I don't like guns, and I'm afraid of loud noises... I don't like wearing tight mini-skirts, so I don't, and I hate really cheesy pizza. There's something about the way the cheese strings when its hot that really just wiggs me out. It actually makes me sick to my stomach. And on that note, I hate being sick. (who doesn't?) Any kind of sick. Cold, flu, you name it, I hate it. And I don't actually have a very high pain tolerance. So I also hate papercuts. Seriously, I'm such a wimp sometimes....
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - Right now I just want to get through this year and graduate without another shooting. I'd like to be in one piece when I walk down the aisle. Then I want to go to college, if its possible. I'd like to get some sort of degree, but I'm not entirely sure what...I mean, I love books and I love movies, but I DON'T want to be an actor or something--I hate people looking at me for extended periods of time--but I'd love to be a script writer or something...I've been told I'm not funny enough to be, though, so I'm not sure. I definitely want to get a good job so that I can support myself, and help my mother support Len.
Ideally, I'd like to find someone I love and get married, but given my...not-so-excellent track record with guys, I'm not banking on that to much.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - Bats. I'm afraid of bats, and I hate them. I actually have nightmares about bats attacking me in my sleep and giving me rabies... And I'm afraid of loosing my mom or Lenny. Like, really afraid of it. Whenever my mom and I have a fight, I can't fall asleep until I go make up with her. I also have this fear of being sick, like, every time I get sick, I freak out because I'm afraid its going to be something major and I'll just keel over dead. Whenever I have a cold, and my nose is all stuffy, I can't sleep because I'm afraid I'll suffocate myself in my sleep... (How lame is that, like, seriously? Don't tell anyone. Please.)
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - Hello, I'm eighteen. I'm not married. Nor will I be for a long time unless I step it up with the whole dating game. If dating was an actual game, like a board game or something, I'd have lost a long time ago. If it was a game like 'battleship' or something, my ships would have been sunk already. I suck at relationships. I suck at dating. I suck at knowing if guys like me or not. I just have no radar for detecting any boy signals. At all. I think I'm a failure to the feminine sex or something, its that bad. Like, I have to be explicitly told "I like you, go out with me" before I even get that a guy likes me. (And I think I am horrible at dating, because I never really get very far...)
Ok, I think part of it is that....well, you know how I said I like the idea of love, and want to fall in love? I'm also scared to. I mean, I saw how hard it was for my mom when Dad died, and I don't want that to be me, you know? I did actually have a boyfriend for a while last year, but we broke up after the shooting. I was just like "no, if something happened to him it would be horrible, this has to stop. end relationship." See? I'm a wimp. And pathetic. So yeah, that's my dating life. Pretty non-existent. Not exactly rainbows and bunnies over here...
` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.- - - - - My mother is 47 years old, and pretty cool. My dad's dead, he died of pneumonia when I was seven. So my mom and I are pretty close. Don't ask me what my mom does for work--I have no idea what it is specifically. Something on the internet and the phone that involves doctors offices and pharmacies and extremely difficult-to-understand doctor talk. She was a nurse at one point, when we lived in Seattle...
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - Marlon is three, almost four. He's my little brother--the son of my mom's ex-boyfriend. The one I mentioned earlier, from when we lived in Seattle? Yeah, that one. Mom broke up with him before Lenny was born, and we haven't seen him since, thank god. Lenny's pretty cool, usually. But he can be the most annoying brat in the whole world, sometimes I really just can't take it.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - Oh yeah, we do have pets. There's my dad's old dog, Gondorff, a husky who's really old. He's thirteen. Then there's Janie, the cat. We got Janie a couple years after our old cat, Prancer, died. He was also pretty old... We all love Janie, but mom and I are a little afraid that Gondorff is going to die sometime soon because he's old...
Dad named him after Henry Gondorff, Paul Newman's character from an old classic movie called The Sting. Its a really good movie--it's the movie that the piece "the entertainer" was written for. Which is pretty cool.
I named Prancer after the reindeer, because we got him for Christmas one year when I was really little. (Apparently I wanted to name him Rudolph the red-nose-cat, but then came to my senses and named him Prancer instead).
We named Janie because...well, we'd originally named her Jane, after Jane Austen, but then we just started calling her 'Janie' instead, and it stuck. So now she's Janie.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - You already know that I'm afraid of bats and that when I have a cold I get paranoid that I'll suffocate in my sleep.
Oh, you mean my other secret. Well, when you say you won't tell, you'd better mean it... Well... My brother Lenny...isn't actually my brother. He's my son, actually. My mom's ex-boyfriend was drunk one night before my mom got home, and he raped me. That's why she dumped him. And that's why we moved away from Seattle. It was just so much easier starting over at a new school where no one knew us, no one knew me, no one knew about Lenny.
He doesn't know--Lenny, that is. I was going to give him up for adoption (we didn't know I was pregnant until it was too late for an abortion) but I just couldn't. So mom said that we'd say he was hers, and move to where no one would know. I still love Len, though... Sometimes it really hurts that he doesn't know I'm his mom; when he gets mad at me for being 'bossy' and yells that I'm not his mommy and I can't tell him what to do I go into my room and cry. But I don't want to tell him, I can't tell him, so I don't. No one knows. At least, I don't think anyone knows. Some people at my old school did, but that was one of the reasons we moved. No one here knows. So don't tell.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is lily
taken from another site as another character, if that's alright. if not, let me know...
It was already mid 'morning,' but Imogen had already been at Zazzle since what should have been the crack of dawn. As it were, it was simply the crack of a new bleak night just like every other hour in the 24 hours of the day. She had opened the little restaurant that morning, and as usual, had been the only one actually relatively cheerful and awake. She was still bottle feeding her newest pets--a pair of fox kits barely two weeks old she'd found beside their dead mother while riding Ferrari over in Sherwood Forest--and so had been up for a good while before going into work. Most everyone in town who either knew her or had at least seen her with parts of her caravan of odd pets and rescued animals knew that she was rarely without some furry or feathered companion (she had yet to rescue any reptiles/amphibians/fish...Not that she was ruling it out completely, but the situation had never come up), and since her boss had known her and her family since she'd been a little girl, he had allowed her to bring the fox kits into Zazzle so she could take care of them, so long as she kept them in a box behind the counter where no one would see them, and where they would stay out of trouble and not get hurt.
The morning had been relatively slow, though it wasn't as though Zazzle was usually packed with people. That was one of the draws of the cafe: it wasn't usually crowded, but still had good food and friendly waiters and waitresses. Every few hours Imogen had paused in her work to nurse the fox kits again, but her short pauses didn't really have much influence in the general flow of things--it was easy to just slip behind the counter for a few minutes while the people at her tables ate their meals, chatted together, or did whatever it is they wanted to do whilst inhabiting the cozy cafe. She heard the door open from where she was crouched behind the counter, and let the little fox finish his bottle before she carefully put him back in the box with his sleeping sister and stood up to go see to the customer.
"Hello," She greeted the dark haired boy who looked about her age or a little younger...She'd given up on 'good morning/afternoon/evening,' and most people were thrown off whenever she'd say 'good night' at any time of day. She didn't recall having seen the young man before, and momentarily felt a little bad that she hadn't been at his table instantaneously. But he had a book and appeared to be reading, so the feeling left quite quickly. "Welcome to Zazzle, I'm Meg... Can I get you anything?"
It was already mid 'morning,' but Imogen had already been at Zazzle since what should have been the crack of dawn. As it were, it was simply the crack of a new bleak night just like every other hour in the 24 hours of the day. She had opened the little restaurant that morning, and as usual, had been the only one actually relatively cheerful and awake. She was still bottle feeding her newest pets--a pair of fox kits barely two weeks old she'd found beside their dead mother while riding Ferrari over in Sherwood Forest--and so had been up for a good while before going into work. Most everyone in town who either knew her or had at least seen her with parts of her caravan of odd pets and rescued animals knew that she was rarely without some furry or feathered companion (she had yet to rescue any reptiles/amphibians/fish...Not that she was ruling it out completely, but the situation had never come up), and since her boss had known her and her family since she'd been a little girl, he had allowed her to bring the fox kits into Zazzle so she could take care of them, so long as she kept them in a box behind the counter where no one would see them, and where they would stay out of trouble and not get hurt.
The morning had been relatively slow, though it wasn't as though Zazzle was usually packed with people. That was one of the draws of the cafe: it wasn't usually crowded, but still had good food and friendly waiters and waitresses. Every few hours Imogen had paused in her work to nurse the fox kits again, but her short pauses didn't really have much influence in the general flow of things--it was easy to just slip behind the counter for a few minutes while the people at her tables ate their meals, chatted together, or did whatever it is they wanted to do whilst inhabiting the cozy cafe. She heard the door open from where she was crouched behind the counter, and let the little fox finish his bottle before she carefully put him back in the box with his sleeping sister and stood up to go see to the customer.
"Hello," She greeted the dark haired boy who looked about her age or a little younger...She'd given up on 'good morning/afternoon/evening,' and most people were thrown off whenever she'd say 'good night' at any time of day. She didn't recall having seen the young man before, and momentarily felt a little bad that she hadn't been at his table instantaneously. But he had a book and appeared to be reading, so the feeling left quite quickly. "Welcome to Zazzle, I'm Meg... Can I get you anything?"
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