Post by Brianna Moore on Oct 16, 2012 0:11:59 GMT -5
Hey there, so what's your name for starters?: My name is Brianna Moore. Bri for short but the only people allowed to call me that are my friends, now get lost loser.
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: You're still here? If answering these stupid little questions of yours will make you disappear then fine, I'm twenty going on twenty one and my birthday is December fourteenth. Are you done now?
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: Are you serious? You have eyes don't you? Well since it appears you're blind, why don't I give you a hand? I'm five foot nine with shoulder length brunette hair. I have an athletic build and I dress with my own unique style. Usually you can find me in a pair of black pants, a dark tank top, a black leather jacket, and my combat boots. I do have a tattoo on my right forearm but I'd rather not talk about that. Any other stupid questions you have to ask?
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: Honestly, I really don't feel like telling you but it looks like you won't stop harassing me until I do so buzz off and I'll tell you a couple things.
I like attention, not too much or it gets annoying and definitely not at the wrong time. If it's just me and a handful of others, I'd gladly be the center of attention.
Hmmmm, I guess you could say I like nature. I like being able to watch the seasons change and the wildlife changing with it. It just serves as so much of an inspiration to the artist in me.
Drawing. Yeah, its a hobby but its something I can't live without. It keeps me busy when there's nothing to do and with my watchful gaze, I can draw things pretty accurately.
Anything else is confidential info. Sorry dude but you're not my friend so you don't have the right to know any more.
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: Aside from you? There's a long list but I'll stick with a few simple things before you go into overload. Firstly, I hate silence. there just has to be some sort of noise even if its just the sound of water dripping. I really really hate blondes. They're just way too stupid to even exist on this planet. Lastly, I hat people that act all goody two shoes just to get on my good side. You want to be my friend, then quit pretending to be something you're not and just be yourself, even if you happen to annoy me.
I don't feel like sharing anything else. Next question, since you obviously can't help but asking stupid questions.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: Fear? You want me to share that? Why would I when I don't even know you?
(OOC: Since I'm trying to stay in character for this app, Bri isn't the type to exactly come out and say what her fears are so I might as well tell you in an ooc note. Her biggest fear is being alone. Though she is naturally the type to want to be isolated even when in a group, she hates the idea of not having someone by her side. Her second biggest fear is getting hurt. Not physically but emotionally. She's afraid of letting herself get close to others because of her fear of getting hurt. She doesn't want to become too attached especially if they're just going to turn around and hurt her for it. Those are her main, crippling fears. All others can be found out later on in various threads.)
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: Do you really have to know that? Well since you've been so curious so far, I might as well share. I am a neat freak. Everything has to have a place and be in that place when not in use. I'm the type to go around fixing things if I have nothing else to do. Also, I'm a bit hyperactive. I always have to be doing something at every point in the day no matter how small, even if its just pacing or maybe even picking an argument over something stupid.
It's not really a quirk but I guess it needs to be said. I'm anemic. It was something I was born with and most likely will never go away. To make matters worse, I'm supposed to have a transfusion once every one to two months or I might go into shock. Its no biggie, really.
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: My family was dysfunctional. My father was a police lieutenant that was constantly having affairs, my mom was a drunk that ended up dying from alcohol poisoning when I was about fifteen. My younger sister was the only normal one in the family and she was more of a promiscuous slut anyone could ever hop to be.. Together, we always fought, we always argued like any normal family did. I grew up as the black sheep in my family and at the age of seventeen, I finally ran away. My temper was never a good thing and it always was the cause of someone getting hurt at home. I wanted things to change. For them to stop being my fault but that didn't happen. Not even when I ran away.
After I ran away, I became a petty criminal. I did rob a couple convenience stores and I did get caught. I was charged with robbery, assault, and resisting arrest. The last two were from trying to escape the police and when that failed I fought back. I was arrested and spent two and a half years in prison before getting let out early for good behavior.
I hadn't even been able to go to my parole hearing when things stared getting worse than they already were. People were getting sick all around me and the first thing I thought was about my family. I tried to make my way back to them even while hearing all over the news about this strange epidemic. All I could do was pray that my family was safe.
I did make it back to them but it hadn't been what I'd expected. When I had kicked the front door down, all I saw was what looked like coagulated blood splattered everywhere and my sister cowering in the corner with our father's hunting rifle. I had to approach her slowly since I didn't want to get shot, but I did notice one thing as I made my way to her. Mother and Father...were gone. They had been one of those things roaming the streets and she killed them to save herself.
I was proud of her but at the same time distraught, that something like this could have happened.
Now, I have every intention to set things right, make amends for my mistakes and my actions. Things may have been hard for me, but there is one silver lining to this cloud: Someone always has it worse.
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: You're still here? If answering these stupid little questions of yours will make you disappear then fine, I'm twenty going on twenty one and my birthday is December fourteenth. Are you done now?
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: Are you serious? You have eyes don't you? Well since it appears you're blind, why don't I give you a hand? I'm five foot nine with shoulder length brunette hair. I have an athletic build and I dress with my own unique style. Usually you can find me in a pair of black pants, a dark tank top, a black leather jacket, and my combat boots. I do have a tattoo on my right forearm but I'd rather not talk about that. Any other stupid questions you have to ask?
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: Honestly, I really don't feel like telling you but it looks like you won't stop harassing me until I do so buzz off and I'll tell you a couple things.
I like attention, not too much or it gets annoying and definitely not at the wrong time. If it's just me and a handful of others, I'd gladly be the center of attention.
Hmmmm, I guess you could say I like nature. I like being able to watch the seasons change and the wildlife changing with it. It just serves as so much of an inspiration to the artist in me.
Drawing. Yeah, its a hobby but its something I can't live without. It keeps me busy when there's nothing to do and with my watchful gaze, I can draw things pretty accurately.
Anything else is confidential info. Sorry dude but you're not my friend so you don't have the right to know any more.
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: Aside from you? There's a long list but I'll stick with a few simple things before you go into overload. Firstly, I hate silence. there just has to be some sort of noise even if its just the sound of water dripping. I really really hate blondes. They're just way too stupid to even exist on this planet. Lastly, I hat people that act all goody two shoes just to get on my good side. You want to be my friend, then quit pretending to be something you're not and just be yourself, even if you happen to annoy me.
I don't feel like sharing anything else. Next question, since you obviously can't help but asking stupid questions.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: Fear? You want me to share that? Why would I when I don't even know you?
(OOC: Since I'm trying to stay in character for this app, Bri isn't the type to exactly come out and say what her fears are so I might as well tell you in an ooc note. Her biggest fear is being alone. Though she is naturally the type to want to be isolated even when in a group, she hates the idea of not having someone by her side. Her second biggest fear is getting hurt. Not physically but emotionally. She's afraid of letting herself get close to others because of her fear of getting hurt. She doesn't want to become too attached especially if they're just going to turn around and hurt her for it. Those are her main, crippling fears. All others can be found out later on in various threads.)
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: Do you really have to know that? Well since you've been so curious so far, I might as well share. I am a neat freak. Everything has to have a place and be in that place when not in use. I'm the type to go around fixing things if I have nothing else to do. Also, I'm a bit hyperactive. I always have to be doing something at every point in the day no matter how small, even if its just pacing or maybe even picking an argument over something stupid.
It's not really a quirk but I guess it needs to be said. I'm anemic. It was something I was born with and most likely will never go away. To make matters worse, I'm supposed to have a transfusion once every one to two months or I might go into shock. Its no biggie, really.
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: My family was dysfunctional. My father was a police lieutenant that was constantly having affairs, my mom was a drunk that ended up dying from alcohol poisoning when I was about fifteen. My younger sister was the only normal one in the family and she was more of a promiscuous slut anyone could ever hop to be.. Together, we always fought, we always argued like any normal family did. I grew up as the black sheep in my family and at the age of seventeen, I finally ran away. My temper was never a good thing and it always was the cause of someone getting hurt at home. I wanted things to change. For them to stop being my fault but that didn't happen. Not even when I ran away.
After I ran away, I became a petty criminal. I did rob a couple convenience stores and I did get caught. I was charged with robbery, assault, and resisting arrest. The last two were from trying to escape the police and when that failed I fought back. I was arrested and spent two and a half years in prison before getting let out early for good behavior.
I hadn't even been able to go to my parole hearing when things stared getting worse than they already were. People were getting sick all around me and the first thing I thought was about my family. I tried to make my way back to them even while hearing all over the news about this strange epidemic. All I could do was pray that my family was safe.
I did make it back to them but it hadn't been what I'd expected. When I had kicked the front door down, all I saw was what looked like coagulated blood splattered everywhere and my sister cowering in the corner with our father's hunting rifle. I had to approach her slowly since I didn't want to get shot, but I did notice one thing as I made my way to her. Mother and Father...were gone. They had been one of those things roaming the streets and she killed them to save herself.
I was proud of her but at the same time distraught, that something like this could have happened.
Now, I have every intention to set things right, make amends for my mistakes and my actions. Things may have been hard for me, but there is one silver lining to this cloud: Someone always has it worse.
