Post by DELILAH AKIKO RICCI on May 11, 2010 21:53:17 GMT -5
DELILAH AKIKO RICCI
||nineteen||lead vocalist of Rep Your Clique||Hollywood, California||pansexual||allison green||
Personality:2+ paragraphs
Appearance:1+ paragraphs
Likes/Dislikes/Hobbies/Secrets:2+ paragraphs or a list of 7+ each.
History:2+ Paragraphs
Well hello there, I'm Moosey and I've been roleplaying for Four years. This site seems pretty cool so I chose to play no one yet. And well I really do love my admin's on this site, so I'm going to show them how awesome I am by giving them an RP Sample.
Stands of her hair fell as Dakota quickly made her way to the art room, walking several steps in front of an old, run down-looking nurse. Despite only getting four hours of sleep, she had overslept and the nurses must have forgotten to wake her up. Nights were normal, considering what she had endured. She laid in bed, stomach growling, bones aching, have breezes of sweat blow through her body. Sometimes she went to sleep coughing, wheezing, a product of constantly smoking and her anorexia but that was the norm. It was what she had known for the past few years and she made sure it would stay that way. As she entered the art room she remembered her fathers office. Not because it was covered with painting supplies, paint included, but because it was messy, papers thrown across tables. A rush of emotion quickly made its way into her body, making sure she knew how she felt. She swallowed and regained her composed, then nodded to the nurse, a way of thanking her for walking her to the art room.
Dakota scanned over the top layer of papers, sprawled all over a desk, even the floor, and half smiled when she found hers. She held it gently in her hand, careful not to damage the work art she had been working on for the past week. As she made her way to a seat, her eyes glances over at patients she passed. She was probably one of the only medium risk patients in the room, she knew, but then again she hadn't talked to anyone in the few months she had been here. As soon as she found a seat she began painting. The painting was simply, if not something a child could make, but Dakota liked it. She knew it could have looked better but she had spent enough time beating herself up about it a few days ago. The background was simply black, with tiny speckles of white paint all across the top, portraying stars. Near what seemed to be a lake was a girl, tiny with brown hair blowing with the wind, sitting, holding her knees. Above her stood a taller, skinnier woman. Just by looking at the picture you could sense the second woman's confidence. She seemed to be taunting the first girl, teasing her, telling her she wasn't good enough. good enough...
Dakota quickly snapped out of her daze and popped her fingers. An annoying, nasty sounds, but she couldn't help it. She scanned her area and let out a small sigh. She couldn't find the paint she needed. The girl, however, was not going to let her painting be anything less than perfect, even if it meant talking to a stranger. She wasn't anti social, she was actually pretty friendly but after months of being alone, feeling alone she had grown shy. She ignored her feeling and slowly made herself to the nearest person, a boy. She bit her lip as she was about to speak, and was interrupted by her. 'Are you really going to ask him for his paint? Can't you do anything for yourself? You're so fucking needy, seriously...' Was she? No, Dakota couldn't think of that now and she spoke before she had time to come up for more insults. "Uhh.. Hey, could I borrow your..." She slowly stopped. As soon as she noticed the boy was bleeding she bit her lip. Dakota was about to go into doctor mode. She quickly took a wrap she kept in her back pocket, just in case, and handed it to his good hand. "Wrap it around and make sure it's tight. Just not tight to the point that it cuts off your circulation." She said quietly, making sure no nurses heard. If the boy was in here for self harm, she surely didn't want him to get in trouble, not while she was there.
Dakota scanned over the top layer of papers, sprawled all over a desk, even the floor, and half smiled when she found hers. She held it gently in her hand, careful not to damage the work art she had been working on for the past week. As she made her way to a seat, her eyes glances over at patients she passed. She was probably one of the only medium risk patients in the room, she knew, but then again she hadn't talked to anyone in the few months she had been here. As soon as she found a seat she began painting. The painting was simply, if not something a child could make, but Dakota liked it. She knew it could have looked better but she had spent enough time beating herself up about it a few days ago. The background was simply black, with tiny speckles of white paint all across the top, portraying stars. Near what seemed to be a lake was a girl, tiny with brown hair blowing with the wind, sitting, holding her knees. Above her stood a taller, skinnier woman. Just by looking at the picture you could sense the second woman's confidence. She seemed to be taunting the first girl, teasing her, telling her she wasn't good enough. good enough...
Dakota quickly snapped out of her daze and popped her fingers. An annoying, nasty sounds, but she couldn't help it. She scanned her area and let out a small sigh. She couldn't find the paint she needed. The girl, however, was not going to let her painting be anything less than perfect, even if it meant talking to a stranger. She wasn't anti social, she was actually pretty friendly but after months of being alone, feeling alone she had grown shy. She ignored her feeling and slowly made herself to the nearest person, a boy. She bit her lip as she was about to speak, and was interrupted by her. 'Are you really going to ask him for his paint? Can't you do anything for yourself? You're so fucking needy, seriously...' Was she? No, Dakota couldn't think of that now and she spoke before she had time to come up for more insults. "Uhh.. Hey, could I borrow your..." She slowly stopped. As soon as she noticed the boy was bleeding she bit her lip. Dakota was about to go into doctor mode. She quickly took a wrap she kept in her back pocket, just in case, and handed it to his good hand. "Wrap it around and make sure it's tight. Just not tight to the point that it cuts off your circulation." She said quietly, making sure no nurses heard. If the boy was in here for self harm, she surely didn't want him to get in trouble, not while she was there.
