Post by ezra strauss on Dec 2, 2009 19:17:25 GMT -5
e z r a - s t r a u s s .
you can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
-----the basics,[/color] [/ul]hello there. my name is ezra markell strauss.
i was born on may twenty third and currently, i am at the age of twenty years.
i was born in the beautiful land of barcelona, spain
my family consists of natalia evra strauss, casting agent and fourty six. evanders nikolai strauss, banker, fourty nine. and we can be considered somewhere along that fine line between wealthy and average....
if you feel the need to classify me, i guess you can call me a normale university student.
i usually go for women and i find wittiness to be a turn on.
my role model in life would be jack kerouac, because he has the uncanny ability to make words come alive.
i model myself after julian casablancas because he's classy in an unconventional way.
i dot my "i"s with a dash.
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 don't pay attention.[/i] ezra. oh dear. he's easily forgettable, as a person i mean. he just gets lost in the crowd at times. oh did i tell you he's horrible at paying attention? half the time, he's shut himself out in his own little world, as if i don't even exist!" .[/color] [/ul][/blockquote]
my least favorite part of my body is my body markings.
sometimes i hate my life because i make mistakes, a lot.
the thing i'd like to change about myself the most is how trusting i can be at times..
if you were to ask my ex about me he/she would say :
----- the good ,
people often compliment on my eyes.[/color]
my favorite part of my body is arms.
the best thing about my life iseverything.
the thing i would never change about myself isi tend to care about others more than i do myself .
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 used to dance ballet and jazz.
- i broke my leg, three times, hence my funny walk.
- never have i ever said 'i love you.' .
- i secretly want to start dancing again.
- but i'm probably not going to because i also want to be a musician.
----- the player ,
hello there, lost resistance. i am sofie and i've been roleplaying for about a gajillion years. i'm fifteen, almost sixteen and i found you via erin. my pb choice is william eustace. and here's my rp sample.
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if a total stranger were to come up to neely and emerson right now, he would've assumed they were either die hard enemies whom were forced to talk to each other or they were just two awkward people trying to keep a dead conversation going --- "flogging"eating a dead horse" some would say. of course there would be no room for neely to jump in and defend their relationship. tell that random stranger the truth and nothing but the truth. she would tell him that emerson and her had been friends since childhood. you can bet your bottom dollar that she won't leave out the fact that he stuck out for her whenever she couldn't stand up for herself, which was a lot since neely had always been the more softspoken type. in the end, the stranger would only scoff in her face and tell her that she shouldn't make lying a habit. because it was pretty obvious that what he saw right now did not match up to neely's claims. she never really understood the consequences of her actions. no one had ever told her moving to new york was the worst idea in the world. no one had ever told neely that she was making a stupid mistake. she pretty much grew up with no guidance, no actual structure whatsoever. no one ever told her the rules of the game. so neely pretty much did whatever she felt was right. and at that time, running away going to new york felt like it was the right thing to do. neely nodded, looking down the floor below her. so emerson saw right through it all, her facade, the compliments, everything, she knew he did by the tone of his voice. he's ought too, after all these years, he is bound to pick up on one of the many tricks neely has been known to pull. the compliments thing, was definitely one of them. it was her defense tactic. while other's lose their temper when the going gets tough, neely would go in a completely different direction, she'd pile on the compliments and sweet talk. neely stared straight ahead, "you sure have," has neely ever been 'lucky' the past year? neely would reply 'no'. she pretty much controlled everything that happened rather than let things run their own path. if something were to go wrong, neely would be the first one there, doing whatever it would take to fix things. that felt like a slap in the face to neely. it was as if he's reminding her how stupid she had been to leave phoenix. neely would bet on it that emerson would be the first one to tell her how stupid it was of her to just leave everything behind. isn't that what best friends were for? of course, neely wasn't so sure if things would just go back to what they were before. actually, neely doubted things would ever be the same between emerson and her. what were the chances of him forgiving her on the spot? he didn't seem like the type to hold a grudge for that long but he was probably looking for an explanation of some sort. but even then neely wouldn't know what to say. she'd probably run away again if she was put on the spot like that. lucky for her, new york was a huge city, a playground with many places for you to hide in and a ton of people for you to get lost within. the only problem was her job as his band's newest stylist. it would only force them to be closer. if she did plan on running away again, she would probably have to resign as a stylist. "you didn't have to remind me." neely blurted aloud, completely unaware of how rude she had just sounded. that might as well be her slap in the face to emerson, in response to his'. but neely was just confused as to why emerson was acting this way. did she really miss that much in that time span of one year? maybe he was only acting the way he was because of a break up or something. a guy like emerson could have any girl he wanted and with his newly found fame with the band, things only came easier. he probably had groupies by the bus load. yeah neely was probably being judgemental but what else was she supposed to believe? that emerson never did get over neely and came to new york to find her? even neely thought that idea alone was complete bullshit. no one in their right mind would wait that long. even neely, who seems as if she doesn't know anything, knew that. "i hope so... people in new york, they're not really the nicest people." neely said with a small shrug. this was true. new yorkers were very prone to just chewing others up and spitting them out on the spot. especially when it came to personal appearances and dress. it's a very superficial world, the one we live in. when neely saw that smile on emerson's face, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her back. at least now she knows he is happy with where he is right now, music wise, not physically. certainly no one can be happy in an awkward conversation like this one. that would not be right. "thanks." she returned to that low mumble of hers. the one where you have to be really listening, and listening close, or else you will not be able to hear what she just said. "well yeah ... i should've called or something." neely continued on. what a great and valid excuse that was. that got neely thinking. how on earth did she manage to lose contact with absolutely everyone? it wasn't as if they lived in the stone age or anything. neely realized that in the past year, she's had no contact with anyone from phoenix. not even her family, who would be the ones to contact her, leaving her a random voicemail or something. neely didn't even bother with composing a few 'what's going on?' emails and her facebook and myspace pages just sat there gathering dust. how could she have been so blind? emerson's band was on the cover of every prominent music magazine, and they were the gem of armistice records. either neely was living in her own little world for the past year or she was fully aware of emerson's presence in the city but had chosen to ignore it. either way, she had been blind to the truth. it must have been pure luck that neely didn't bump into emerson or any other members of the band. speaking of the band, neely was beginning to wonder about them. would it be as awkward as this if she were to talk to any of them individually? or would they be all 'hey, how've you been?' and greet her with open arms as if nothing had ever happened in the past year. if neely had a choice, she'd pick option two. it would save her from the confrontations and awkward silences.
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