Post by Lydia Clemens on May 24, 2014 2:19:20 GMT -7
Lydia Clemens
Lydia Clemens Fifteen Neutral Lyds or Clem Indifference Excluding mixed, like a cool kid bully FACE CLAIM: Hilda/ Touko ANIMANGA: Pokémon GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 5'5" WEIGHT: 126lbs. APPEARANCE Clem is a girl with long cool brown hair, with surprisingly few split ends. She's got a slight build, more of a skinny glass soda bottle than an hourglass. She'll have birthing hips when she's finished growing up, probably. Her chest is probably stuck where it's at, but hey at least she got one. Can't say the same for her mother. Her skin is fair, but the way she carries herself is far too dominate to be called something as weak as fair. Her eyes are blue, arguably dark or the same color as the crayon depending on what she's wearing. Her outfits are trendy but overall effort free. She doesn't own jewelry, anymore, because she got sick of fingering her earlobes every five minutes to make sure she didn't lose an earring. What she sports could also be called, well, sporty. She's into baseball caps something fierce, especially one's with logos. She doesn't even know half of the teams, the logos themselves just happen to be her style. She's pretty, but not pin drop pretty, usually. Entry Uno, Hey journal it’s me, your favorite girl named Lydia. Never mind that the persona I gave you only knows this one. Man though you must be lonesome, maybe I’ll brainstorm up the pen I’m using to be your frenemy, be some good tragic stuff if I lose it. We’ll work out all the pretty details later I promise you, but right now the world wants me to cuss at it. I wish everyone would be more selfish. There, I said it. Walk the hell away, or by, once in awhile tree humpers and would be heroes. Is that so hard? No, hard is acting like the universe is one big plotline that won’t move along unless you jump the hell in and save the day. The sun rises and falls just fine on its own. I sound a bit cynical huh? I admire good deeds and the people that do them Journal, honest… Wait hold on, this is feeling too informal. Jared? Kip? Douglas. Eh hem, Douglas I admire these people, I really do. Seeing the same person everywhere, every time… it does creepy things under my skin. No I don’t have a logical reason; I’m talking to you, with my mind, so clearly I’m illogical and unsuited to answer. I don’t even know his name, and I feel like if I find out he’ll somehow show up on this page and fix all my eraser smudges. Scary thought. Well I hope you enjoyed our first heart to page, and gods I hope if you didn't you won’t be rescued by you know who. Night-night Douglas old boy! Entry Dos, Dearest Douglas of Journalsberg, humanity blows… less than usual today. I know what you’re going to say, yes in my head, I’m sorry but I’m still working on the magical powers to animate you with. Someday, someday… days. This day was a whackadoodle and yet I loved every second of it. Fine, I hated the seconds where I felt paranoid stupidity would show its ugly face again, but otherwise I’m gonna shed single tear at midnight. A cat in a tree got down itself. It’s simple I know, and yet I feel like it’s a metaphor that needs to be subliminal messaged into the center of everyone’s brains. Solve your own problems, or admit that they’re not problems at all. I’m not talking about picking up trash though, for fucks sake please get your half eaten cheese fries off of the streets. That's right, that means you too if I ever get that magic junk to work Douglas. Fucks a nasty word by the way, I’m sorry. We’ll replace it with something else. Tartar. Nope, not even going through options this round, maybe next entry I will. Speaking of which gottagoloveyabye. Entry Tres, Belgian Waffles. /Fin Cuatro, I was subjected to a night out on the town. Painting it red literally sounds delightful compared to what transpired. Actually it sounds delightful anyway. Dancing I love. Packed dancing I also shockingly love. I do not love dancing with someone. No I do not consider near as with. I'll bump my premature butt into everyone else's, but I don't want their hands to do it the same courtesy. No rosie bum cheeks for this girl, thank you very much. I never told you that I danced professionally? Good, cause I don't and I hate it when people coo and praise the fact that I do which is not even a fact at all. I take lessons, from would be or has been professionals. No current professionals in my life self or otherwise. I'm hungry, think I'll go grab a couple of freezer waffles. Here's to hoping I can tolerate it after enjoying the divine truth that is Belgian waffles. XOXO from your Lyds. MEMBER NAME: Nuru AGE: 22 OTHER CHARACTERS: ... ROLEPLAY SAMPLE The blood that had dried on her coat was now flaking off as her premature muscles moved to... well she didn't know. She didn't even know that she was moving at all. Her eyes were forward but they saw as much as they would if they were pointed down or closed. Her surroundings were distant. Her vision obscured by her mother's very recent passing. If she were to see, truly see a colorful light of mixing oranges and soft blues would catch her attention, but as it were even as the light seemingly hugged itself to her she did not notice it. She did not notice her mother's goodbye. The swirling colors faded away as did the light as she unknowingly entered a passage. The blood on her was scrapped off further still by walls she leaned on subconsciously for support. The cub was in shock but her eyes had never appeared more dead than they did now. The blood on her cheeks wasn't allowed to dry due to the tears she wasn't aware she was staining them with. She was a mess, she was a mess in every aspect except for those dead eyes. Her face was starring to puff up making her eyes look sunken. She passed for being a walking corpse in the half to zero light she passed through. It was a bright mooned night but the clouds were blocking it out more than they framed them this evening. So even as she reached the end of the path she took, she was a sore sight. She appeared further without soul, further mindless still when she simply padded into a rock wall. She hiccuped for the first time that night, or for the first time she could recall and smiled. Everything felt like... well nothing to her, until she hit the wall. It must be mama, it must be her. That's all she could think as she nuzzled her face into it. Everything had warmth compared to her frigid perspective since she thought her mother died but now... now everything would be alright. As specs of sediment rubbed off with her administrations and onto her head she spoke, loudly as she still could not fully hear, or did not want to "Don't cry mama, we're alright." |
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