Post by beatriz rivera on Nov 30, 2009 21:30:44 GMT -5
b e a t r i z - r i v e r a .
you can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
-----the basics,[/color] [/ul]hello there. my name is beatriz magdalene rivera.
i was born on january seventeenth and currently, i am at the age of eighteen.
i was born in the beautiful land of france,
my family consists of a father who’s employed as a construction worker, a mother who works too hard at a dead-end secretarial job and a little sister who’s busy being an ungrateful brat and we can be considered average, and it frustrates me sometimes.
if you feel the need to classify me, i guess you can call me a university student and freshman.
i usually go for men and i find mysterious personalities to be a turn on.
my role model in life would be my mother, because she's a loving mother and has worked hard every day of her life.
i model myself after no one because i’m not that into fashion, and i think there’s more to people than just the way they dress.
i dot my "i"s with dots, but i used to do it with hearts.
if you were to ask me about my family i'd say :
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----- the worst,
people often say its annoying when i judge[/color] [/ul][/blockquote]
my least favorite part of my body is my lips.
sometimes i hate my life because i don’t know how to be close to people.
the thing i'd like to change about myself the most is the level expectations i have of myself—i’m not wonder woman.
if you were to ask my ex about me he/she would say :
----- basics,
people often compliment on my eyes[/color]
my favorite part of my body is my smile.
the best thing about my life is my supportive family.
the thing i would never change about myself is my empathy
if you were to ask my mum about me she would say :
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----- the hidden ,
five things about me that nobody knows are :
- i’m still a virgin because i’m scared of being that close to someone.
- i break away from people before they can break away from me.
- my biggest fear is disappointing my parents, not myself.
- i wish i’d let loose while i was in high school.
- i think my sister is a lost cause, but i wouldn’t mind being her for a day.
----- the player ,
hello there, lost resistance. i am bee and i've been roleplaying for about three-ish years. i'm fourteen and i found you through an ad. my pb choice is ashley greene. and here's my rp sample.
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The dark sky, taking on a color of a much too dark navy, reminded her of emptiness, loneliness, and days she longed to forget and pretend as though they had never even occurred. Long gone were the days when she paid no mind to the dismal skies, not allowing them do dampen her high spirits, now they caused her grief when she looked up above and saw nothing but an endless amount of nothing, total emptiness. No stars to be counted or a moon to give guiding light to those who were lost on the trails to their destinations, whether they be spiritual or physical. The clouds, silvery-gray by comparison to the dark navy sky, hid the twinkling stars beneath the folds of water vapor that would’ve made the night sky a sight to behold. She could just imagine it now; the sky would have to be made out of an endless lengths black silk and embroidered generously with no more than a few million stars, and perhaps a few could fall so someone, somewhere, could wish upon a star and have it granted. As images of a dark sky with intricate patterns of stars began to form in the depths of her mind, memories of summer nights lying in the luscious green grass with her sister flooded back. The blades of dark green grass would poke through their white, but now grass-stained shirts and scratch their arms and legs, but they wouldn’t care. Hands held together, golden and dark hair intertwined as they lay, speaking of sweet nothings that made them smile, their far-fetched fairytale dreams that they foolishly hoped would one day come true, and they would simply count the stars they could never finish counting before their mother’s melodic voice calling them inside. Their laughter filled the warm night air that made their hair stick to their face and the back of their necks, young voices yelling above each other as they competed to reach the elaborately engraved garden door of their manor, and run inside filling the house with laughter that echoed throughout. Differing sharply from the dreamlike trance that her imagination had come into her mind with, she found herself rudely shaken back into the world that she had been granted a few moments of peace and escape from. “Hey- are you ok?” she heard a soft voice enquire, but she didn’t bother turning around, merely sighing. She could’ve almost felt the blades of grass against her bare skin, and she could feel the summer night heat before her housemate’s voice brought her crashing down back to earth. She was disappointed to find that she still stood in front of a window, only imagining those far away memories. “I’m fine,” in all honesty, she didn’t seem fine at all, and she really wasn’t. Her voice sounded tight, as though she was fighting back tears, but she wasn’t threatening tears because of her sister; she was threatening tears because her perfect fantasy was ruined. She would’ve given anything to once again be immersed in the sweet lies that her mind created, lulling her back into better times and sweeter memories.
I want to escape… The ludicrous thought shot through her mind faster than a bolt of lightning, and just as brilliantly as a burst of thunder. A shot of impulse spread through her veins, from her mind reaching even the tips of her fingers. Her heart beat faster, harder than she had ever felt it beat before; she could almost hear it in the sleepy silence of her dormitory. Her heart threatened to overcome itself with the butterflies that fluttered around it. One hand gripped the stone wall, the texture of it scratching her smooth palm, but she needed to steady herself. A dangerous thought, but it was so tempting. Forever the calm and rational type, the one who was so predictable, forever the high society puppet that had its strings pulled by her family’s reputation. The sweet escape was the sweetest temptation nearly overtook her at that very moment, making her weak will already a surpassed obstacle. She gazed out into the night, and almost afraid, she raised her hand, and her fingers trembled slightly as straightened them, and pressed her palm against the glass. The breath came past her lips in a rush, but her throat felt constricted. She was trapped, not even the damn window would open for her. The stone walls had never seemed more invincible than they did now, and it frustrated her. Her palm slid down the smooth, cool surface of the window and stopped at the latch that held the window closed. Brow furrowed, her thin fingers struggled to open the latch. It was stuck. In a flurry of movement, the girl threw herself on the bed, immersing herself in the countless pillows that adorned the bed that she had slept in for five years. She was stuck. Just like the stupid latch on the stupid window that wouldn’t stupid open. She wasn’t prone to claustrophobia, she hadn’t even experienced it, but the possibility grew more likely with every rule, every restriction imposed upon her. I want to escape… she thought again. She clutched her covers, but the cover in her right hand felt much smoother than the comparably coarse material in her left hand. Lifting her body off of her bed slightly, her eyes laid sight upon her black silk cloak. The ridiculously expensive cloak had been an impulse buy, and was nothing if impractical, but on a dark, moonless night where the cover of darkness was the key to survival itself, the cloak was possibly the most important aspect of an escape, aside from her wand. Standing up, with the cloak firm in her clutched hands, a wide smile formed upon her lips. In a blur of black, the girl stood entirely covered by a black, silk cloak. Pulling the loose hood over golden tresses, the cloaked figure made her way to her bedside table, grasping around for her wand until her fingers felt the intricately engraved handle. The smile replaced by a smirk, she paced across the dormitory, and in a few moments stood still, her hand on the handle. “Where in the world are you going at this time of night?” she heard one of her housemates whisper. “Out.” she responded, and flung open the door, allowing it to slam behind her. With the impact of the heavy wooden door against the frame, the rusty window latch unlatched and the window creaked open, allowing the cool fall breeze to enter the dormitory.
It was cold. Through the fine material of her impractical silk cloak it blew, the wind that gained access to the corridors through opened windows, chilling her to her very bones. As though doubting her fulfillment of what had been her only desire a few moments ago, the cloaked figure stopped in her tracks several times. Her mind was overtaken by a cloud of thoughts, some of which were telling her not to be a fool and to go back, before she was caught by a professor, or worse, the Carrows. The other thoughts were speaking much more loudly, they urged her onward, pushing memories of the two smiles that could warm her heart into her already busy mind. Every step taken was another that she treasured and another that she regretted in a flurry of emotions that began to overtake her common sense. Surely, the common sense and wit that had been instilled into her young mind had not been left behind in the dormitory, so who the hell was this? It couldn’t be her, she was smarter than this, she knew better than this. She was a high class lady that controlled her desires, only giving into the ones she knew she could pull away from, or rather in this instance, walk away from. Why in the world did she keep putting one foot in front of the other? Why in the world did no one stop her? Didn’t anyone care that she was leaving-- probably never to be seen again if a Death Eater caught her. She would become the story someone might mention when discussing how horrible the war had been, how many lives it had taken. She would become just a number, nothing more. Her arms moved around her own torso, wand clutched tightly in her right hand, and her palms rubbed her arms in hopes to shake away the dread, the cold. No one would know what happened to her if someone found her tonight. Her feet once again stopped of their own accord, though she hardly knew where her mind wanted her to go anymore, but this time they stopped in front of yet another open window. She looked away, because it wasn’t what she wanted to see. The dreary skies were still there, and her desires for a perfect night sky remained unfulfilled. Cloaked, and hidden easily in the shadows of the suit of armours, she managed to remain undetected, though she only spotted Filch once, and Mrs. Norris was nowhere to be seen. Thank heavens, because the cat was probably his eyes and ears since he didn’t seem to make too much use of his own abilities. One might wonder as to how the bright Ravenclaw made her escape from the stone castle, so intricately laced with enchantments that someone else would have given up hope of illegal escape countless years ago. Needless to say, the ‘how she did it’ was not nearly important as the fact that she had done it. She was out of the castle, off the grounds. Harsher than ever, the autumn wind blew around her, sending her cloak billowing in all directions as she walked toward the village, barely seen in the depths of the night.
What idiot would go wandering away from Hogwarts in the middle of the night, especially in her school uniform with just a silk cloak that held no warmth. She was fifteen years old, hardly even a nuisance to the Death eaters if they caught her. As depressed as she was, she sure as hell wasn’t suicidal. So what was she doing out here? She was wondering about that herself. It was a bit too late for second thoughts now—she was already in Hogsmeade. She crept in and out of the shadows, seldom seeing a source of light in the scary streets. She finally reached it; Hogsmeade Station, and stopped. What now? She hadn’t brought a broomstick, so she might as well walk along the tracks until she gets somewhere, though that would take no less than a few days. Sinead braced herself against a wind that blew strongly against her thin, cloaked figure. She felt the very breath gone from her lungs as the sound of someone’s voice reached her. She gulped, and stepped out of the shadows toward whoever it was. If it was a Death Eater, there’d be no use trying to run now, would there? Second sound seemed oddly enough like a giggle. Definitely not a Death Eater. “Mori?” she gasped, already feeling relief pass through her entire being. “Have you gone insane? You do know that it’s nighttime, right?” she said, slumping down onto the floor beside her good friend. She didn’t notice her nosebleed, seeing as she wasn’t overly observant at the moment.
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