Post by SIERRA CAMERON JENSEN on Feb 7, 2010 5:48:29 GMT
"
i want your ugly.
i want your disease.
i want your everything.
as long as it's free!"
SIERRA CAMERON JENSEN
( N A M E )Sierra Cameron Jensen
( N I C K N A M E )Sera
( G E N D E R )Female
( A G E )Twenty-one
( B I R T H D A Y )December 26th
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )Straight
( S T A T U S )Single
( O C C U P A T I O N / G R A D E )Pole Dancer/Model
( G R O U P )Royalty
( H A I R )honey yellow and wavy, long/blockquote]
( E Y E S )blue, medium sized
( H E I G H T )5 feet 6 inches
( W E I G H T )125
( D I S T I N G U I S H E D F E A T U R E S )none
( P L A Y B Y )Indiana Evans
( L I K E S )dance, cheer, gymnastics, makeup, fashion, clothes, alcohol, boys, music, modeling, dogs, snow, rain, sun, beach
( D I S L I K E S )school, jerks, smokers, drugs in general, kids, cats, dark, elevators, dolls, spiders, bugs
( S T R E N G T H S )great dancer,social animal, hard liquor drinker, works out a lot to have a toned body, fashionista, creative, artistic, has a great sense
( W E A K N E S S E S )plays around with boys, isn't that smart, a bitch at times, heartbreaker, selfish, brutally honest,
( F E A R S )heights, dark, being alone
( S E C R E T S )not a virgin, slept with older men before
( P E R S O N A L I T Y )seductive, flirty, speaks her mind, bitchy, confident, perfect liar, gossiper, outgoing, heartless, implusive
( F A T H E R )daddy's girl relationship with him, c.e.o
( M O T H E R )best friend type not as a motherly figure, 43, nurse[//blockquote]
( S I B I L I N G S )sister, 19, famous singer
( O T H E R )none
( P E T S )teacup yorkie
( H O M E T O W N )San Francisco
( A L I A S )Gloria
( G E N D E R )female
( A G E )eighteen
( L O C A T I O N )los angeles baby <3
( T I M E Z O N E )pacific time zone
( O T H E R C H A R A C T E R S )going to make like crazy x3
( H O W D I D Y O U F I N D U S ? )old time member
( Y E A R S R O L E P L A Y I N G )one year and a month
( P A S S W O R D )party animal is my middle name.
( R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E )Josh replied, "Why thank you!" He nods and she began to talk and answered her question, "Just Classical music like Vivaladi." He let go of his paintbrush and looked at her painting and art always showed emotion on past memories or something significant. Josh went back to his painting and was painting the face and the body and suddenly tears rolled down his face lightly. The loneliness was pouring out the emptiness of his heart. He wanted his mom to hug him tightly especially right now. Josh just got a text and checked who it was from. It was his mom and he wiped his eyes and the text was in Korean. It literally said, "Hey how are you Josh? You probably heard I was sick. I'm too weak to do anything, but I realized that I might get married soon again. My second wedding! Are you going to come as a guest and maybe sing for us. Please! I beg you. " Josh couldn't believe that his mom was wanting a marriage probably for money and never for love. That always happened and was only for her own benefit. He didn't want to get involved and get attached to any family figures. At first, Josh was hesitating on the fact to see her again and get his broken heart more pain. Pain was never good. He was a fool to believe in family love. In his thinking, friends meant more than family. He viewed family as just blood relatives.
He sighed deeply and Josh wanted a cigarette and alcohol to get this pain away. Josh hasn't smoked in awhile, but this was a special occasion. The wedding was in a month and there was time to prepare. He needed strength and needed to dissemble happiness on his face even though crying inside. Josh started painting again and classical music playlist ran out. His ipod became silent and Josh switched it to the songs and let it on shuffle. The song that popped out first was Lies by Big Bang. He wanted to ditch school after this class was over and sit on the roof and stare off into space. Josh grabbed his paintbrush again and didn't care if it was perfect or not. He just did it in order to finish it and took about five minutes to finish the piece. Josh turned it in onto the front of the teacher's desk and stared off in the window. The weather was too perfect and the streets were too quiet without any traffic or accidents. But he was wrong, there was a person backing up from a driveway and crashed into a person that was speeding 100 mph. The crash was huge and made the other parked cars go on alarm. The car became hit and run and the woman who was in the driveway yelled and got out of the car bleeding on the forehead limping. Josh felt bad that something that tragic happen.
Today reeked bad luck all over. Josh couldn't stop thinking about the text and finally had the guts to reply and got his phone and wrote in Korean, "Mom, I know you want me to do this for you. I will next month when it is. Good luck buying everything. I know you would since you are a rich singer. Buy me a plane ticket first class and mail it to my dorm room. You know what it is right? Well, hope you get well soon. " Everything in that text was all sarcasm and his mom didn't know that. He thought Why am I heartbroken again? I want a cigarette and fresh air. Away from this high school hell! Dammit. Fucking Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate you so much. Why can't I say that? I'm so weak.
Josh knew himself too much that since he is weak right now, later when he is alone he will become violent and kick his punching bag and mess up his room with everything broken or be mature to compose himself. It really depends on what he wants to do. That bad thing about his anger was once he exploded he doesn't care who he hurt. Anyone that was in his way and could be best friends.
THIS WAS MADE BY PAULA, ADMIN
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