Post by raeleigh belle summers on Jun 26, 2011 19:06:47 GMT -6
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name: raeleigh belle summers
age: seventeen
membergroup: resort resident
face claim: sasha luss
history/personality:hi, my name is raeleigh.. it's a little weird, i know, but my mom's parents were named after random colors, so i'd say my name is kinda normal.
i was born right here in miami, in a pretty little house just outside the city, but i never really got to see it. my mom and dad divorced soon after i was born, and he took everything - the house, the money - except me. my mom, who was working through school at the time, couldn't afford to not take a second job, and she re-located us.. to the hotel. the higher-ups hired her as a maid, and since she explained our trouble, they let her and i stay here, on the condition i'd have to work for the hotel after i finished school. my mom wanted to protest, but it was either the set idea of a home or the possibility of one.
growing up, i like to think i was kind of smart. maybe a little bossy as a result (i always thought i knew better), but overall a pretty good girl. i helped my mom with laundry - sometimes, i'd even do some of the sheets all by myself, when mom was passed out after a long night of studying. at fifteen, i knew i was smart enough to get out of the hotel. don't get me wrong, the hotel's great, but knowing your entire life will be dedicated to it.. it's awful. especially when you know you've got enough potential to skyrocket you out of the place.
my time at the nearby public school is drawing to an end, and i'm terrified that if i don't find a way out, i'll be stuck here forever.
rp sample:Rhett had never been good at sleeping.
It was a bit odd to think of it like that, but as the blonde seventeen year old sat on his open window sill, staring at the small twinkling lights of small Bluewater reflected on the bay, he couldn't come up with anything much better. After all, what would you call it if you just weren't tired? Insomnia? It's possible; Rhett had toyed with the idea of labeling his condition that, but after a while, he figured it wasn't a very accurate term for his 'condition'. Instead of being unable to sleep, it was more like Rhett was just too awake. He didn't need coffee, Red Bull, or any kind of five hour energy drink; he was just.. awake.
Maybe it was something left over from his life in Virginia. After all, how often had he stayed out all night, laying in one of the farther pastures on his family's ranch? He liked the way it felt, being so tiny and inconsequential versus the expanse of glittering stars in the night sky. It was a little sappy and a little cliche - nothing something to brag about to a bombshell, for sure - but, although Rhett would never admit it, he didn't mind it. He could get drunk off the feeling, and Rhett would never want to fall asleep, for fear of missing something. One summer night, when he was fifteen, he stayed out all night in that field. For hours, there had been nothing but the normal constellations winking down at him, and Rhett had been on the verge of drifting off to blissful sleep. Then a small motion caught his eye. Almost unwillingly, he cracked his eyes open a fraction and saw the shooting star streak across the sky before disappearing.
A pang of homesickness hit Rhett's gut. Hard. He missed Virginia. He missed his brother and his sister. He missed his horse. Hell, he'd been away from the ranch so long, he even missed his father. (Just a little though.) It wasn't like his aunt and uncle were cruel to him here in California; in fact, the childless couple took to him well, and Rhett almost liked to believe he was their adopted son. He just felt like a fish out of water; just the other day, Rhett had ordered a drink at a restaurant and gotten odd looks from nearby patrons at his accent. Rhett wasn't ashamed of it - he'd stared them down, a slight arch in his brow - but he hated feeling like a rare exhibit at the zoo. He just had to keep his nose clean for a couple more months.. then he could be out of Bluewater for good, on his way back to a local community college in Virginia, hitting on pretty southern belles instead of the California bombshells Rhett had learned to expect from Bluewater.
And speaking of California bombshells...
Rhett's mind drifted back to Serena and the combined night and day at her dorm. She'd seen him at his worst - drunk off his ass, possibly spilling all the secrets that even Rhett didn't conciously think about (he wasn't really sure; the whole thing was kind of a blur) - and Rhett was sufficiently embarrassed about it. Serena was stunning, after all (Rhett was a sucker for blue eyes) and what sort of damage would it do to his reputation if (totally false) word got out that he'd vomited over her? Rhett had a sneaking suspicion that was exactly what Serena would do. The girl was the definition of an ice bitch, but that was a little intriguing. Rhett liked an easy chase, but a challenge was just as interesting, and Serena sure as hell posed a challenge.
Glancing over his shoulder at his dark room, Rhett silently asked for his aunt and uncle's pardon for sneaking out, then swung his legs over the edge and hopped out onto the roof. He was on the second floor of the house, but if Rhett hung on the gutters by his finger tips, the drop wasn't too bad. He stealthily slid onto his stomach and cautiously lowered himself to the ground. After dropping with an unceremonious plop on the ground (fuck, the ground had been farther away than he'd thought), Rhett started off jauntily towards Serena's dorm.
Sneaking in would be easy enough; he'd done it before, though to a party, not to a dorm. Rhett glanced up at her building, but it was almost midnight; there was no one. Rhett breathed a soft sigh of relief and headed off to her room, rapping on the door with soft knocks. Serena didn't strike the blonde as the type to tuck in before midnight (doing what, though, Rhett couldn't fathom a guess), and he hoped that she was awake enough to hear his soft knocks.
A moment later, and the door slid open with a soft click. She looked as though she'd just woken up, dark hair ruffled in an attractive bed-head, but her venomous tone was an immediate turn-off. Rhett cocked his head. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he quipped childishly before smirking. "Sorry, I didn't realize. The elderly need their sleep." Without another word, he strode in, not caring if he was interrupting something. There were a multitude of books scattered across the table, and Rhett looked at them with something akin to disgust. He hated studying and avoided it at every opportunity. "What's with the map?" He asked obnoxiously, pointing lazily to the other side of her dorm. He'd seen it before, but hadn't really had the opportunity to ask. "Planning on getting out of this stupid little town soon?"sorry about the image; i'm currently away from my normal graphics editor, so i can't crop it :c