Post by elizabeth on Aug 6, 2008 20:32:50 GMT -5
Name: Lenore
Age: 15
Experience: Er...on and off for two or three years
How you found us: Affiliation with another site
Role play Sample:
Somehow, despite it all, she was still going.
For the past month, the atmosphere of the Regan household was cold and outright uncomfortable. The fights, yelling, screaming, snide comments, and frosty silences that had passed between mother and daughter had everyone in Blandlings Estate on edge.
Avery was furious when her parents had arranged for her to attend school. And not just any blasted school. Oh no, it just had to be Florence's she spat the name like a curse in her mind, as the thought re-occurred in her head each day.
Her mother had been determined to make her see sense. It was a good institution- exactly what Avery needed. Her behavior would improve, her mind sharpened, and she would become the caring and docile wife any decent man would wish for. I'll go to the highest bidding prat her thoughts spewed venom at the idea.
Her poor father, Avery felt a small pang of guilt for putting him through this, was bewildered and quite frightened. He hadn't really played a major part in the arrangements, but being the head of the family, it was he who signed the check. As such, he did his best to keep out of the relentless line of fire between his wife and daughter.
Two weeks before her departure, Avery had tried exercising her cunning instead of outright refusal. She gradually started acting resigned, and then somewhat convinced, until she positively glowed with excitement. Her mother had taken the bait, convinced that her unruly and wild daughter had come to her senses at last.
Until last Sunday, about an hour after they had arrived home from Mass.
CRASH! then the soft tinkle of broken glass. The sound come from the main entrance, where Avery stood on the second landing of the stairs, a look of satisfaction alighting her features. She turned and swiftly fled the scene of the crime moments before everyone came running.
She hoped that this one really pissed them off. It was the second chandelier she had destroyed, the first as a small child, so they just had to -know- this one wasn't another accident. Upset enough to 'punish' her? To not send her to school? She decided the odds were even.
Not even enough. At first there had been hope, Avery had been very convincing in her enthusiasm at the prospect of making friends at school, the chance to broaden her mind, etc. But her parents reflected back to her track record in these, ah, accidents and her first reaction to the news. They weren't very attentive parents, but they did have some inkling of their daughter's cunning.
Now she didn't say a word, not for the remaining days at home. Avery was usually rather talkative, so it was hard for her. But giving up would let them win. She wouldn't do embroidering either. The round loom with the piece of fabric lay rejected across her lap. Mother was sitting across from her in the sitting room, one eyebrow raised disapprovingly. Avery's lips were mashed together and her eyes daring her mother to comment on her small protest.
One thing was certain; she would cause as much havoc and mayhem at the dratted school that they would have to send her back. She plotted her future victory against society's battle to make her a lady.
{ooc: Sorry it sounds a lot like a history, I could change it if you need something more present-tense.}
Age: 15
Experience: Er...on and off for two or three years
How you found us: Affiliation with another site
Role play Sample:
Somehow, despite it all, she was still going.
For the past month, the atmosphere of the Regan household was cold and outright uncomfortable. The fights, yelling, screaming, snide comments, and frosty silences that had passed between mother and daughter had everyone in Blandlings Estate on edge.
Avery was furious when her parents had arranged for her to attend school. And not just any blasted school. Oh no, it just had to be Florence's she spat the name like a curse in her mind, as the thought re-occurred in her head each day.
Her mother had been determined to make her see sense. It was a good institution- exactly what Avery needed. Her behavior would improve, her mind sharpened, and she would become the caring and docile wife any decent man would wish for. I'll go to the highest bidding prat her thoughts spewed venom at the idea.
Her poor father, Avery felt a small pang of guilt for putting him through this, was bewildered and quite frightened. He hadn't really played a major part in the arrangements, but being the head of the family, it was he who signed the check. As such, he did his best to keep out of the relentless line of fire between his wife and daughter.
Two weeks before her departure, Avery had tried exercising her cunning instead of outright refusal. She gradually started acting resigned, and then somewhat convinced, until she positively glowed with excitement. Her mother had taken the bait, convinced that her unruly and wild daughter had come to her senses at last.
Until last Sunday, about an hour after they had arrived home from Mass.
CRASH! then the soft tinkle of broken glass. The sound come from the main entrance, where Avery stood on the second landing of the stairs, a look of satisfaction alighting her features. She turned and swiftly fled the scene of the crime moments before everyone came running.
She hoped that this one really pissed them off. It was the second chandelier she had destroyed, the first as a small child, so they just had to -know- this one wasn't another accident. Upset enough to 'punish' her? To not send her to school? She decided the odds were even.
Not even enough. At first there had been hope, Avery had been very convincing in her enthusiasm at the prospect of making friends at school, the chance to broaden her mind, etc. But her parents reflected back to her track record in these, ah, accidents and her first reaction to the news. They weren't very attentive parents, but they did have some inkling of their daughter's cunning.
Now she didn't say a word, not for the remaining days at home. Avery was usually rather talkative, so it was hard for her. But giving up would let them win. She wouldn't do embroidering either. The round loom with the piece of fabric lay rejected across her lap. Mother was sitting across from her in the sitting room, one eyebrow raised disapprovingly. Avery's lips were mashed together and her eyes daring her mother to comment on her small protest.
One thing was certain; she would cause as much havoc and mayhem at the dratted school that they would have to send her back. She plotted her future victory against society's battle to make her a lady.
{ooc: Sorry it sounds a lot like a history, I could change it if you need something more present-tense.}
