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[*iloveyou*]

nvm I can't))

[haadez_]

.does anyone want to chat with Zernic?

[stabbrielle]

ᴍ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ɪ ᴇ . ᴍ ᴀ ʏ . ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʟ


ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ - ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

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ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ,

ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ.

Hello there, my name is Melanie May Charmicheal. I was born on May eighteenth, ninteen ninty four, making me currently eighteen years old. I am in fact a girl, no matter how much time I spend outside or on the water. I was born and raised in Joanstown, Maine. This town was small and right on the Atlantic ocean. Always got cold during the winter, but we got beautiful sunsets.

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sᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ,

ʜᴏᴡ's ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ?

Well I have two brothers, a sister, a father, a step mother, and a variety of many other relatives. My mother died when I was very little. From what I told I was three when she passed of cancer. We live a simple life in our little beach house. My father fishes for lobster. He has his own fishing company and boat. My twin older brothers, Liam and Isac, both work shifts in the movie theatre. It can be a bit confusing at work with those two. Sometimes a girl will try hitting on one of them and come back the next day to find themselves hitting on the other brother. They can be a bit rambunctious at times, but I'm grateful to call them my brothers. My younger sister, Sarah, is a bit more like me. She's a quite, intellectual type. Has her whole life planned out for her from the day she graduates high school to pretty much the day she dies. She's going to graduate high school, go to a big facy boarding college, and catch the first plane out of here to London where she'll meet a handsom British man and they'll have two chidlren. Preferably girls. She'll name them Farrah and Vivian. Personally, I think she needs to lighten up a bit. Things are going to go wrong along the way and I just don't want her to get hurt if her plan has to change along the way. My father on the other hand is a dreamer, like me. We used to spend days out on the beach, laying in the sand as the cool water lapped at out toes, watching the white fluffy clouds as they drifted peacefully over our heads. We tried to make shapes out of the fluffs of evaportated water that looked like cotton candy, but that was before mom died. Now he's always working. Either out on the water fishing or laboring over his laptop trying to figure out how we'll get by. My father's relationship with my step mother is one of those which you'd say 'It's not going to last.' She's from New York City. Her father is rich and she is spoiled. I don't know what my father sees in this woman. If he wonders why we are always short on money for morgage it's because she goes and spends it all on some fancy clothes or shoes that she was just 'dying' to have. It makes me sick.

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ?

I think I'm a fairly pretty good looking girl. I have a lean and flexible body thanks to years of jogging on the beach. My skin is a natural ivory white. I don't tan easily. Its just my skin. It won't tan and I can't afford a tacky spray tan. I can't even afford the one in the bottle. My eyes are green, just like the ocean waves. They change shades according to my mood. Light green, almost grey when I'm upset or angered. Bright, emerald green when I'm content or happy. My hair is a completely different matter. Depending upon the time of year and how much I'm out and about, my hair can go from honey wheat to the color or mud. I don't think it's all that pretty, but some people do. The only piercings that I have are in my lobes. Nothing else. I don't wear long dangly earrings either. Simple studs for me.

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ɪᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛs.

In all honesty, I'm not the one to warm up to someone right off the bat. This is a rare occurance you're witnessing here. Most people don't care enough to even try to learn about me, so I don't tell people anything. I could easily be stereotyped into the 'Quiet Kids'. Group and that's mainly who I had around with. Well most of the time. When I'm in my art class I can be anything I want to be. I don't have to stick to my clique. I can be as loud as I want to be. And I am. I have been told by adults and by my peers that my paintings are absolutely amazing. I don't think much of them. They're just landscapes. I don't do much profiling of anything. It isn't my favorite thing to paint. Despite being stereotyped as the 'Quite Girl' I have quite a few friends. Mostly of the kids who's parents work with or for my father. They're good company. They share similar interests as I. Also they have a shared spite for the popular kids at school. The jocks and plastics. They're terrible. I can't bear seeing them beat someone down with their words or fists. Or both. I consider myself a bit of a 'stepping stone'. A lot of my friends are the new kids in town and frankly... no matter what I do they end up being popular and hate me in the end. I don't know if it's something I did or if the world is just out to get me. I try not to let it get to me, but when it does back up unless you want Hell. I swear, I hate it, but I can be terrible towards people when I'm provoked. I can be mean. And hateful. And cruel. And possibly violent. It's best to keep your distance.
Although I don't get ivited to many I do enjoy a good party. The music and dancing is always fun. Its a great way for people like me to interact with people like the populars. Well somewhat interact. They hardly look my way unless they're drunk and need someone willing to hold their hair or hats while they puke.

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sᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ,

ʜᴏᴡ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ?

I was born in room 3304 of the Mayfeild, Maine hospital. I was born here because the small town of Joanstown lacked a hospital. I was taken home to our quaint little beach house in which I still live today. When I was five I took guitar lessons. On Janurary fifth I was just finishing from the guitar recital. I saw my dad standing in the doorway. I ran over to him and gave him a hug around the legs. He looked distraught. When I asked him what's wrong he said that mother wasn't doing so well and might have to go away for awhile. We stayed in the hospital all that night. On that night, in that little sanitary room, my mother slipped away from us in her sleep. A week later I stood side by side holding the hands of my brothers while my father held a little three year old Sarah. It was a long time before my father got of his grief to try and find someone else. He never exactly had a reason until he realized that it was what my mother would have wanted. He took a trip to New York City with a couple friends leaving us with our Aunt Jane. When he returned there was a plastic looking blonde clutching his arm and a light pink Coach bag. It was awhile before I figured out what was going on. She's was going to be my new mother. I was seven when they married. I guess I was so confused because I had gotten so used to me father weeping himself to sleep and dragging himself out of bed for work in the morning with zombie like actions. I guess I should be grateful to Victoria for marrying my father. If she hadn't me and my siblings would have been sent off to separate foster homes. Then again she did make my life a living hell. As the oldest girl there was so much expected of me from Victoria. I was to be curt and kind. Polite and demanding. It just became to much for me, so I shoved her and everyone else out of my life for the longest time.
When I got into highschool everything changed. I met a boy named Beau Jaxon in the ninth grade. He quickly became my best friend. He played on the freshman football team. Even though he was popular he was my best friend. Nowadays we don't talk much. He is on the varsity football team and is dating the head cheerleader who is quite mean to me.

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ʜᴏᴡ's ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪғᴇ?

Well my love life is pretty slow going. I haven't dated anyone in two years. I prefer guys who are easy to talk to and not too full of themselves. I can't stand a guy who thinks he is hot sh!t because he's on the football team. Besides, I find baseball boys much for attractive. It isn't cute when a guy has a butt bigger than mine.

quote to Hellen Keller
images to original owners
form to me
formatt to me

[yolo.]

"Well I don't want you to ditch me for another girl."Said Abrie smiling as she grabbed her beach bag and started to walk out the door, she turned around and looked at him with a smile."Come on!" She couldn't wait to go to the beach, she hoped they had a great time together."Oh and do you know how far it is to get to the beach?" She asked as she held onto thr door as she waited for him. Her swimsuit was a little small on her, but she didn't seem to notice.

[Chanel .]

ᴍ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ɪ ᴇ . ᴍ ᴀ ʏ . ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʟ


ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ - ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

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ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ,

ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ.

Hello there, my name is Melanie May Charmicheal. I was born on May eighteenth, ninteen ninty four, making me currently eighteen years old. I am in fact a girl, no matter how much time I spend outside or on the water. I was born and raised in Joanstown, Maine. This town was small and right on the Atlantic ocean. Always got cold during the winter, but we got beautiful sunsets.

____________

sᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ,

ʜᴏᴡ's ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ?

Well I have two brothers, a sister, a father, a step mother, and a variety of many other relatives. My mother died when I was very little. From what I told I was three when she passed of cancer. We live a simple life in our little beach house. My father fishes for lobster. He has his own fishing company and boat. My twin older brothers, Liam and Isac, both work shifts in the movie theatre. It can be a bit confusing at work with those two. Sometimes a girl will try hitting on one of them and come back the next day to find themselves hitting on the other brother. They can be a bit rambunctious at times, but I'm grateful to call them my brothers. My younger sister, Sarah, is a bit more like me. She's a quite, intellectual type. Has her whole life planned out for her from the day she graduates high school to pretty much the day she dies. She's going to graduate high school, go to a big facy boarding college, and catch the first plane out of here to London where she'll meet a handsom British man and they'll have two chidlren. Preferably girls. She'll name them Farrah and Vivian. Personally, I think she needs to lighten up a bit. Things are going to go wrong along the way and I just don't want her to get hurt if her plan has to change along the way. My father on the other hand is a dreamer, like me. We used to spend days out on the beach, laying in the sand as the cool water lapped at out toes, watching the white fluffy clouds as they drifted peacefully over our heads. We tried to make shapes out of the fluffs of evaportated water that looked like cotton candy, but that was before mom died. Now he's always working. Either out on the water fishing or laboring over his laptop trying to figure out how we'll get by. My father's relationship with my step mother is one of those which you'd say 'It's not going to last.' She's from New York City. Her father is rich and she is spoiled. I don't know what my father sees in this woman. If he wonders why we are always short on money for morgage it's because she goes and spends it all on some fancy clothes or shoes that she was just 'dying' to have. It makes me sick.

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ?

I think I'm a fairly pretty good looking girl. I have a lean and flexible body thanks to years of jogging on the beach. My skin is a natural ivory white. I don't tan easily. Its just my skin. It won't tan and I can't afford a tacky spray tan. I can't even afford the one in the bottle. My eyes are green, just like the ocean waves. They change shades according to my mood. Light green, almost grey when I'm upset or angered. Bright, emerald green when I'm content or happy. My hair is a completely different matter. Depending upon the time of year and how much I'm out and about, my hair can go from honey wheat to the color or mud. I don't think it's all that pretty, but some people do. The only piercings that I have are in my lobes. Nothing else. I don't wear long dangly earrings either. Simple studs for me.

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ɪᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛs.

In all honesty, I'm not the one to warm up to someone right off the bat. This is a rare occurance you're witnessing here. Most people don't care enough to even try to learn about me, so I don't tell people anything. I could easily be stereotyped into the 'Quiet Kids'. Group and that's mainly who I had around with. Well most of the time. When I'm in my art class I can be anything I want to be. I don't have to stick to my clique. I can be as loud as I want to be. And I am. I have been told by adults and by my peers that my paintings are absolutely amazing. I don't think much of them. They're just landscapes. I don't do much profiling of anything. It isn't my favorite thing to paint. Despite being stereotyped as the 'Quite Girl' I have quite a few friends. Mostly of the kids who's parents work with or for my father. They're good company. They share similar interests as I. Also they have a shared spite for the popular kids at school. The jocks and plastics. They're terrible. I can't bear seeing them beat someone down with their words or fists. Or both. I consider myself a bit of a 'stepping stone'. A lot of my friends are the new kids in town and frankly... no matter what I do they end up being popular and hate me in the end. I don't know if it's something I did or if the world is just out to get me. I try not to let it get to me, but when it does back up unless you want Hell. I swear, I hate it, but I can be terrible towards people when I'm provoked. I can be mean. And hateful. And cruel. And possibly violent. It's best to keep your distance.
Although I don't get ivited to many I do enjoy a good party. The music and dancing is always fun. Its a great way for people like me to interact with people like the populars. Well somewhat interact. They hardly look my way unless they're drunk and need someone willing to hold their hair or hats while they puke.

____________

sᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ,

ʜᴏᴡ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ?

I was born in room 3304 of the Mayfeild, Maine hospital. I was born here because the small town of Joanstown lacked a hospital. I was taken home to our quaint little beach house in which I still live today. When I was five I took guitar lessons. On Janurary fifth I was just finishing from the guitar recital. I saw my dad standing in the doorway. I ran over to him and gave him a hug around the legs. He looked distraught. When I asked him what's wrong he said that mother wasn't doing so well and might have to go away for awhile. We stayed in the hospital all that night. On that night, in that little sanitary room, my mother slipped away from us in her sleep. A week later I stood side by side holding the hands of my brothers while my father held a little three year old Sarah. It was a long time before my father got of his grief to try and find someone else. He never exactly had a reason until he realized that it was what my mother would have wanted. He took a trip to New York City with a couple friends leaving us with our Aunt Jane. When he returned there was a plastic looking blonde clutching his arm and a light pink Coach bag. It was awhile before I figured out what was going on. She's was going to be my new mother. I was seven when they married. I guess I was so confused because I had gotten so used to me father weeping himself to sleep and dragging himself out of bed for work in the morning with zombie like actions. I guess I should be grateful to Victoria for marrying my father. If she hadn't me and my siblings would have been sent off to separate foster homes. Then again she did make my life a living hell. As the oldest girl there was so much expected of me from Victoria. I was to be curt and kind. Polite and demanding. It just became to much for me, so I shoved her and everyone else out of my life for the longest time.
When I got into highschool everything changed. I met a boy named Beau Jaxon in the ninth grade. He quickly became my best friend. He played on the freshman football team. Even though he was popular he was my best friend. Nowadays we don't talk much. He is on the varsity football team and is dating the head cheerleader who is quite mean to me.

____________

ʜᴏᴡ's ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪғᴇ?

Well my love life is pretty slow going. I haven't dated anyone in two years. I prefer guys who are easy to talk to and not too full of themselves. I can't stand a guy who thinks he is hot sh!t because he's on the football team. Besides, I find baseball boys much for attractive. It isn't cute when a guy has a butt bigger than mine.

quote to Hellen Keller
images to original owners
form to me
formatt to me

Accepted ,

[stabbrielle]

{ Anyone open to rp with Mel? }

[Chanel .]

{ Anyone open to rp with Mel? }

Ooops , forgot , my girls name is Melanie , so your going to have to change o.o

[stabbrielle]

[ Can she just go by May and it'd be fine? ]

[Chanel .]

"Well I don't want you to ditch me for another girl."Said Abrie smiling as she grabbed her beach bag and started to walk out the door, she turned around and looked at him with a smile."Come on!" She couldn't wait to go to the beach, she hoped they had a great time together."Oh and do you know how far it is to get to the beach?" She asked as she held onto thr door as she waited for him. Her swimsuit was a little small on her, but she didn't seem to notice.

Jeremy .
He shrugged , and looked at her following her out the door , but before anything he grabbed his towel , and of course his key card. "Well i think its like 5 - 10 feet away . He said , with a smile . He loved how his iphone told him where to go . He walked out , and waited for her to walk some more . He texted his cousin that he was going to the beach . He was finally going to have some fun without her . She was probably going to feel like he didn`t want to hang out with her any more . Which he did , but he needed to take a break from her crazy self.

|Yeah sure ,|

[yolo.]

Abrie started humming in a light tone as she walked out the hotel door. She could smell the salt water ocean that awaited for them just a few moments away. She looked behind her to make sure he was still behind her then she turned back around and started walking towards the beach. It looked so beautiful, with the clear blue water and the clean sandy beaches. It was completely perfect here, much better than Texas.