Post by lucia on Dec 1, 2011 22:56:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE LUCIA MARIE NEWMAN EDITION  17 , JUNIOR, STRANGERS , CARRIE UNDERWOOD "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." Erm, Pat? Isn't that a guys' name? Well, anyway, fine. My name is Lucia Marie Newman. And, just so you know, it's pronounced "Loo-chee-ah", not "Lucy-ah". Though, for simplicity's sake, I usually go by Luci. It's just easier. A lot of people call me Blondie, too, for obvious reasons. "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" Nope! Actually, would you believe that this is my first time being in the United States of America? Yep! I was originally from Munich, Germany! I just came here about two weeks ago, and wow. Portland is so... so... different from my beautiful Germany. Not that it's a bad place or anything like that. But it's different. "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" Uncomfortable? No, you didn't make me uncomfortable, don't worry about it. Traits to describe me... uhm.... Well, people say that I'm friendly. I like talking to all sorts of people, no matter who they are. It's a good way to meet lots of different people and culture. Yeah, I'm a bit of a dork. I'm also optimistic. I prefer to look at things half-full. It's so depressing not to, after all. It's not to say I don't get sad - I am a teenager, after all. I've also been known to be energetic - it's really hard to get me down. Those are all positive traits, aren't they? You could say that I am on the stubborn side. I prefer to think of it as decisive. Once I decide to do something, I'm going to do it. No matter what. It's just how I roll. I also have quite a hot-temper. My parents say that I should've been born a red-head. I tend to get angry easily, though I don't tend to hold grudges. Not really. Um, that's five I think. "I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?" Ooh, this question sounds fun! I like things like nimals (except fish), rain, reading, hanging out with friends, family, cookies, spicy food, running, music, dancing, cooking, anything with cinnamon in it, doing just about anything with her hands, books, stuffed animals, children.... I don't like lcohol, liars, anything pink, lazy people, being cold, waiting, technology, hats, the colour grey, long road trips, people who pop gum, smelly things, being alone, the dark. Especially the dark. As for my strengths.... I guess one would be I'm considered a nice person. Stubbornness can also be one, though it's known to get me into trouble. I can also speak fluent German, Italian, French and English, which is pretty good, I think! Weaknesses... probably my temper and trust issues. It just happens. Hobbies! I love to write and horseback ride. Though I'm not sure about that here... "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" My biggest secret? Why would I tell you that? You promise not to tell? Fine. Silly as it sounds, my biggest fear is the dark. Yes, even though I'm 17, I'm afraid of the dark. As for my biggest secret... well, I guess it would be my father abuses me. But you didn't hear that, right? "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO." Erm... I'm bisexual. I prefer guys, though. I like guys who are smart, but still look good. Too bad they are all fictional, gay or taken... "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?" I love country, pop and rock. The top five songs on my IPod is... 'You Give Love A Bad Name' by Bon Jovi, 'You're Not Sorry' by Taylor Swift, 'Don't Stop Believing' by Journey, 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight', Elton John, and 'Tragedy' by the Bee Gees. Yeah, I'm a bit weird. "LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?" I want to be a writer. I've always loved writing and reading, and hope to write children stories. I also want to be a teacher... Decisions, decisions... "IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?" I rarely ever see my parents, George and Katalina Newman. Mom is German (hence my name), and she works as a fashion designer. Apparently she's very well liked and in high demand, since she's rarely ever home. I see her maybe once or twice a month before she's zooming off again. I really can't say I like or dislike her, since she's always been very distant. Kind, true, and she does care. She's just... never here. People say that I look like her, with the golden hair and green eyes, though my personality is more of my dad's. My dad is a banker, a true-blue American. I guess you could say that I've grown up in a priviliaged house-hold, as he brings in big money. He's... different. He's very stern, being a military brat. He's a former Marine, and doesn't tolerate anything other than his rules. I guess you could also say he's abusive. I was sent to the hospital when I was thirteen, and I stayed with my grandmother until I moved here. Needless to say, I haven't spoken to him since that incident. I'm not an only child, though it definitely seems like that sometime. I have an older brother, Zane. He's five years older than me. I adored him when I was younger, though now... Well, I haven't seen him since I was eleven. He ran away from home when he was sixteen, and I haven't seen him since. He sends me birthday cards, but the addresses always change, so... I miss him. Other than that, my family life is pretty normal. I moved here with my grandmother to start a new life. "OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?" Like I said before, for the most of my life I've lived in Munich. I was raised by nannies because my parents were always gone, and my brother was always my role model. Life was relatively normal for me, I guess. My father was military, and he believed firmly in corporal punishment. Meaning it gave him any excuse to hit me. Zane tried to defend me, but there was only so much he could do. Because we were fairly wealthy, my brother and I went to a private school. Since my father was American, we already knew both German and English, but German schools are a bit... well.... strict. We are suppose to know two other languages by the time we reach middle school, hence why I can speak four languages. I enjoyed school. I guess I was popular, but I never really did anything about that. I had my fair share of enemies, but I always had Zane to protect me. Until I was eleven. Zane vanished when I was eleven. Just poofed. I get letters and cards from him all the time, but the addresses on them are always different. I haven't seen him since then.... I do miss him. When Zane left, my father seemed to be even angrier. I don't remember what I did to piss him off so badly, but there was one final thing to separate us: my beating. It was bad enough to put my in the hospital, and I have scars. After my father put my in the hospital when I was thirteen, my grandparents got custody over me. Mom visits every year, but I haven't seen my father. I moved to the US two weeks ago, and it really is amazing here! I just started high school here three days ago, and it's very different. I guess I'm still considered a "stranger", considering I am a new girl.... I'm not sure how I feel about that. ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE December, 1906 Everything hurt. Oh, Gods, did it hurt. She staggered, fell, and for a moment, she didn't move. The ground was blissfully soft, almost welcoming... and also extremely cold. Part of her mind screamed at her to get up, that she was going to end up dying in the snow if she didn't start moving, and that this was not a good place to collapse. But the rest of her... could care less. Every fiber of her being screamed the need for rest. Even if it was on the cold snow that blanketed the ground. She was aware of a dull, throbbing pain in her head, the ever-present pain that she had woken up with. Selene closed her eyes, trying to find the strength to stand. It seemed like she was trying all too hard these days. Ever since she woken up in the hull of a ship, frightened, not knowing where she was. A chunk of her memory was missing. The last thing she remembered before waking up in the ship was going off to the American Revolutionary War... and then nothing. Times had obviously changed, which wasn't nearly as freaky as the fact that she couldn't remember. Anything. It scared her, shaken her to the core. From what she gathered, she had been leaving somewhere. She found with her a packed bag. But what really confused her was the fact that she was injured - a head injury that had required stitches. The stitches were gone now, but they had been what confused her the most. The obvious conclusion was that she had suffered a head wound that did some pertinent damage. That fact was unsettling, because, mostly she didn't know how she got it. This whole situation had shaken her more than anything, more than her torture, more than anything she probably would've ever experience in her life. In her bag she had found, in the pages of a book, an address scribbled down in her handwriting. Considering that she had no where else to go - but not knowing where she was heading now - she had figured that the address was the best place to start. Everything had started out fine, but, a week later, she was exhausted, cold, and on the verge of giving up. She had money, yes, but she was so close to the school. For one person she had asked told her that the place she was looking for was some fancy school. Selene didn't understand why she had written it down, or what it's importance to her was, but she didn't care at this point. With a groan, the dark haired woman pushed herself up, shivering slightly. She looked quiet exhausted, dark circles under her chocolate eyes, her clothes torn. She supposed she looked pathetic. Normally, that would irritate her, but she was tired and cold. Looking around her, she picked up the backpack and spotted a gate. A huge one. Tilting her head back, she saw that she was at the entrance of a huge building... A building that matched the one on the piece of paper clutched in her hand. With a sigh of relief, she stumbled to the gate. "I found it... I'm not sure what I found, but I found it..." She said, resting slightly on the gate, before the world spun and she collapsed near it, head spinning. HOPEY, TWELVE YEARS, RANDOM INTERNET SEARCH, MOD EDIT |
