Post by kitty on Oct 17, 2011 17:34:31 GMT
MOLLY REBECCA WEASLEY
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'when she was just a girl, she expected the world
but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep
and dreamed of para-para-paradise'
- paradise, coldplay[/color][/font][/center]
COME INTO MY WORLD
-------------------- SEE THROUGH MY EYES.[/color][/font][/center]
FULL NAME:
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
-------------------- BETWEEN THE TRUTHS AND THE LIES.[/color][/font][/center]
PATRONUS:
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
-------------------- AT THE POINT OF NO RETURN.[/color][/font][/center]
NATIONALITY:
[/ul]SIBLINGS:
[/ul]PETS:
SEE WHO I AM
-------------------- BREAK THROUGH THE SURFACE.[/color][/font][/center]
ALIAS:
[/ul]RP EXPERIENCE:
"Yeah, you have a point," she nodded solemnly. 'But what if you can't sleep? What else is there to do? Other than read, of course, which you so obviously don't," she said, grinning. This was the whole reason why they had become friends, hadn't they? For the insults and the arguments and the banter. Oh, and the cigarettes. Blowing smoke out of her mouth in an imitation of what he had done a few minutes back, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and crushed it under her foot. "You're right. It is creepy," she agreed solemnly. "I read this one Muggle book where a guy watches the girl sleep just because he likes the.... smell of her, or something. Midnight, I think it was called. It's absolutely ridiculous and creepy and... stalkerish. Whatever."
"Who is mature when they're drunk?" she asked him, raising one eyebrow pointedly. Even Emi, the sweetest and most innocent of girls she'd ever met, had slept with her best friend when she was drunk. And even after that, they got on absolutely normally, without any awkwardness whatsoever. "That's the whole point of drinking. To lose yourself and act immature for once, isn't it? Which is precisely why I don't. I like to act my age, thanks."
She listened to him quietly. He definitely had a point there, but still. “What’s the point of having sex with someone if you don’t care about them?” she frowned. “Okay, Ria does that. And so do you. So you do it just so you can find out which one of them is special? Who means something to you? Like Brianna,’ she said, nodding. It made sense now, at least partially. “But somehow I can’t ever imagine you being romantic and sappy, no offense.”
She blinked as he moved closer to her. What was he planning? What was he doing ? He put a hand on her shoulder and she nearly jumped out of her skin. He knew that she didn’t like physical contact – no, wait, he didn’t. “Don’t,” she said softly. “Don’t do that. It’s just… it feels a little odd to me.” As he added the next bit, she gulped. What if she did manage to develop feelings for him in the long run? Ridiculous! her mind chided her. He’s taken, and you’re a bitch, so what do you even expect? “Yeah, we’re still friends… if you could call people who decided to put their differences aside solely so they could argue friends,” she smirked, though it was a little forced. It was finally dawning on her just how messed up they both were. It was like God had decided to bring the most hypocritical, judgmental, bitchy people in the world together and see what the outcome would be.
"Who is mature when they're drunk?" she asked him, raising one eyebrow pointedly. Even Emi, the sweetest and most innocent of girls she'd ever met, had slept with her best friend when she was drunk. And even after that, they got on absolutely normally, without any awkwardness whatsoever. "That's the whole point of drinking. To lose yourself and act immature for once, isn't it? Which is precisely why I don't. I like to act my age, thanks."
She listened to him quietly. He definitely had a point there, but still. “What’s the point of having sex with someone if you don’t care about them?” she frowned. “Okay, Ria does that. And so do you. So you do it just so you can find out which one of them is special? Who means something to you? Like Brianna,’ she said, nodding. It made sense now, at least partially. “But somehow I can’t ever imagine you being romantic and sappy, no offense.”
She blinked as he moved closer to her. What was he planning? What was he doing ? He put a hand on her shoulder and she nearly jumped out of her skin. He knew that she didn’t like physical contact – no, wait, he didn’t. “Don’t,” she said softly. “Don’t do that. It’s just… it feels a little odd to me.” As he added the next bit, she gulped. What if she did manage to develop feelings for him in the long run? Ridiculous! her mind chided her. He’s taken, and you’re a bitch, so what do you even expect? “Yeah, we’re still friends… if you could call people who decided to put their differences aside solely so they could argue friends,” she smirked, though it was a little forced. It was finally dawning on her just how messed up they both were. It was like God had decided to bring the most hypocritical, judgmental, bitchy people in the world together and see what the outcome would be.
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
-------------------- THIS IS NOT THE END.[/color][/font]
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
MINOR TWEAKS ALLOWED, BUT DO NOT REMOVE THE CREDIT.
(EDIT: adaptations made, credit stayed ^^)
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