Post by Aubrey Johnson on Aug 22, 2009 9:26:42 GMT
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*TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Name :: My name is Aubrey Americe Johnson. Typical All-American name, I guess. I personally hate it. Aren't there enough Aubreys in the world?
Nickname :: Whatever you prefer to call me. Aubs, Aubby, Just Aubrey, Freak. . . it never gets old.
Age :: Just turned Nineteen. Almost legal! But, the law has never stopped me before.
Sexuality :: Straight enough. I'm not afraid to call anyone 'hot'.
Clique :: The Scenesters. Where else?
*LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Overall appearance :: I guess you could say I'm overly-involved with my looks. I always dye my hair roots just as my natural color (and ugly, dirt-colored brown) peeks in. I'm very into my hair. I wear it differently all the time: curled, straight, wavy, up-do, bed-head, whatever. My eyes are an ugly chocolate brown color, but I wear my trusty blue contacts constantly. I wouldn't say I cake my make-up on, but I do put on a decent amount. What can I say? I'm talented with making myself look good. I'm a very petite girl, always have been, and it works out for me find. There are a little bones sticking out here and there, but I do have some curves. I have some tattoo, and just a few piercings. You'll have to ask to see them.
I'm very into fashion. Whatever you see a celebrity wear, I thought of it first. Yep, I have those cute boots you've always wanted. Those jeans, too. And I have that blouse in burgundy and turquoise. Style comes naturally to me, so don't be jealous. Okay, you can be a little jealous. I mean, I know what makes my legs look toned, what makes my chest look bigger, and what makes my ass look cute. Need any fashion advice? Call me. I'll help you. That is, if I don't hate you.
playby :: Hanna Beth Merjos
*I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU
Overall personality :: If you ask, anyone will tell you: Aubrey is a big fat bitch. Yeah, I'm a bitch and I don't really care. Therapists would say it's a defense mechanism. I guess they're right. I can get pretty nasty if I don't like you -- hell, if I don't even know you! But once you get past my bitchy exterior, I can play nice. It takes some time, but it can happen. I'm not saying you should be friends with me, or even if people will look at you the same way. I'm just saying it could happen.
I'm sure you've heard about my promiscuity. I don't really care for that, either. I get what I want, even if I have to shed some clothes. It's not like it makes me happy (why would it?), it just gets the job done. I wasn't always such a slut, but things change, just like being faithful to my scum-bag boyfriend.
I'm patient when it matters and I know when to keep my mouth shut. That doesn't mean I always do, but it'll surprise you when I do. I would say I'm pretty brave and fearless. I never back down to a challenge and always, always see things through. I'm trustworthy, believe it or not. I'm not going to bail on you after I gave you my word. I come off as a bitch, but you can trust me with a lot. Not like you'd want to trust me, anyway.
If you ever get on my bad side, I'll make you regret it. If you fuck me over, I'm coming back at your ten times harder. Revenge is what I live off of. Grudges are my best friends. Believe me: when you mess with Aubrey Johnson, you will regret it.
Likes ::
- Coffee - a hopeless addict
- Men - not cheating, pig-like boys. A man who knows how to make a girl feel good.
- Michael Myers - a strange fascination. You don't want to ask.
- Passionate Sex - need I say more?
- Partying - believe it or not, I like to relax sometimes. And what better way to relax than a bottle of vodka and a sexy boy?
- Revenge - I believe I've already covered this.
- Lockdown - gets me one step closer to Mister Myers.
- Cigarettes - don't bitch to me about it.
- Fashion - my other passion. You know, the one right under serial killers.
Dislikes ::
- My Boyfriend - I wish he was smart enough to catch me cheating on him. But, I'll have to wait. I'll make him pay.
- My parents - you'll see why.
- Nosy people - if I wanted to tell you anything, I would.
- Cheating on my boyfriend - honestly, I don't like it. I just need to teach him a lesson.
- One-Night Stands - everything is a one-night stand with me. I wish it wasn't, but that's just the way it is.
Hopes and dreams :: I haven't had a real hope or goal or whatever since I was twelve. Now, all I hope is to know everything there is to know about Michael Myers. And maybe writing a book about everything I know. Oh, and falling in love would be great. But I don't really believe in that anymore.
Strengths :: I'm a master manipulator, a word-twister, a smooth talker, a seductress. I get what I want. Period. I don't give up. I'll use everything I can to get to my prize.
Weaknesses :: My family always hits a soft spot, but I try not to show it. I'm also a sucker for a fluffy animal or a clearance sale.
*BACK THROUGH THE PAGES
Family ::
- Benjamin Johnson, 54, father - retired politician
- Amiee Johnson-Hoffman, 45, mother - gold digger
- Nigel Hoffman, 55, step-father - politician in chicago
- Alison Johnson, 8, sister - deceased
Pets :: I don't have any pets at the moment, but maybe in the future. Y'know, when I get my own place.
Hometown :: Chicago, Illinois
Overall history :: My parents never got along. They just were somehow paired together and stuck. I guess that's how it works when you want to be a politician. You have to have the perfect-looking family, with the perfect-looking penthouse-apartment in the rich neighborhood. They hated each other, but they stuck together for the sake of money. It makes me sick.
I was born on June Ninth in Chicago, Illinois. I suppose we were all happy for a while, since I don't really remember any major arguing until I was about six. We had a good life. I got everything I asked for. My mom said I was a happy baby, but I don't ever remember being happy in Chicago. I mean, I loved it there, but I was never really happy. And when you're a kid, you're supposed to be happy 24/7, with the exception of not getting what you wanted. Which I always did.
When my sister Alison was born (at the time I was seven), things seemed to go down hill. My mother put make-up on me and parade me around like a fucking doll. She said she was 'making people love' me. My dad bought me every single thing that came into the Toys-R-Us catalog. He said it was to show me 'how much he loved' me. My parents fought about me all the time. They tried to win me over and declare themselves as the best parent.
My parents eventually filed for divorce. Mom took all Dad's money and Dad ran away to Haddonfield. Mom remarried some penny-pincher named Nigel after two months of knowing him. She resorted all her attention to him and slightly neglected Ali and I. I hated Nigel. I hated everything about him. But Mom didn't understand. "I love him, Aubrey." "He's your new dad." "He takes care of us."
When I was fourteen, Nigel took it too far. My mom had been out at some Spa-Resort-thing, leaving Ali and I home alone. Nigel wasn't supposed to come over, but he did anyway. He tried to joke around with me like he was my real dad. I humored him a little and all three of us watched TV. After I put Ali to bed, Nigel started getting really close to me. He kept rubbing me and give me a lot of compliment and before I knew it, I was naked and he was taking his clothes off.
My mother didn't understand. She didn't believe me when I mustered all of my courage to tell her what Nigel did to me. She called me overly dramatic. I couldn't stand that. I hated her. How couldn't she believe her teenage daughter that she was raped? I started my teenage rebellion then. I smoked cigarettes and weed, I started to drink and I party.
My mom sent me to live with my dad to get cleaned up. She said I was a bad influence on my little sister. I did get clean, just in time to hear that my little sister died. The papers said she drowned in the tub. But how could an eight-year-old drown in a bathtub? Still to this day, it is my mother and Nigel who come to mind when I think of her death. Feelings of hate over whelmed me and I got obsessive over it. They killed my little sister. So I had to get revenge.
I wanted to kill them. I guess thats where my obsession with Michael Myers started. And I just happened to be in the town where it all took place.
*COME AGAIN
Anything else? :: sorry if it's not so great. I wrote everything from scratch at 4 a.m. D:
Roleplay example ::Oktober's lips pursed, a trait she learned form him. They were around each other so often, they could mimic the other, sometimes when it wasn't intentional. "Buuut, you know you'd never keep anything from me, right?" She pressed, her eyebrows furrowing. If she had found out he was keeping anything from her, she would probably have to kill him. Oh yes. there HAD to be a magnetic force that brought Oktober and Theodore together. Playfully, she pressed into him. "It's not like I wouldn't be any less clingy without it." She giggled. It wasn't right when they were without each other. It was like an empty void. A question unanswered. It wouldn't be considered a day without the joining of Oktober and Teddy. "I would say that you owed me, but I'm just too nice." A smirk played over her features. The feel of his hand against her bare leg sent shivers down her back. She gave him a stern look, before pressing her lips against his nose. Her damp bangs sticking against his.
It was a nice dream. Maybe that was why she was cursing at her phone. It was one of those dreams that ended far too soon due to interruption, and even when you tried to fall back asleep it just wasn't the same. "I can't either," The girl replied happily. Really, she couldn't. She had even contemplated a few plans once they got to Indiana. "Oh, I'm sure he'll love you. You two will get a long perfectly." And they would. Aidan was a fearless little boy. On a trip to Disney world, he had ran off to meet up with a few gigantic monsters, which Oktober had cowered from. Well, yeah. Oktober was a baby, she was scared of so much things, when her son was able to giggle at the scariest things. Plus, Aidan loved everyone, people his mother was closer to especially. Tattoos would probably never scare him since he absolutely adored Oktober's. He was even there when she was getting his name tattooed onto her wrist. Teddy was as lovable as a puppy. How could anyone NOT like him?
"Aww. You got me." She pouted playfully, hanging her head slightly so her blond locks fell in front of her face. Oh, Theodore. He never ceased to make her laugh. Oktober giggled, her smile appearing. "Yay! And then we'll live happily ever after." Teddy as a ninja. That would be a sight. "You'll still be my teddy bear, right?" A small pout ran over her lips. Then, her expression lit up. "WE HAVE TO DRESS YOU UP IN A BEAR-SUIT!" A small squeal came from her, her hands covering her mouth. It was like she was a teenager again. Recklessly speaking of running away or their future together. There was a slim chance that they'd live up to their plans, but you never know. Maybe they would see the day. But, the future was far from her mind. Her only thoughts were of how right it felt to be in his arms. How amazing it was to hear their breathing in unison. The only thing she was aware of was his scent and strong sense of security she felt with his arms around her.
Once Theodore had pulled away, she really wanted to just slap him. To just groan and growl and yell at him. Not because he has kissed her. Hell no! Oktober had never been kissed so softly, so gently and yet filled with so much passion. Never by anyone she had cared about so strongly. And then he pulled away. Right when she was just about to kiss him back, too. Oktober spared him form her fury, though, seeing how nervous he was.
Nothing had ever felt so right. His lips simply sent her head spinning. It was one of those 'sweep-you-off-your-feet' kind of kisses. The ones in the rain, where the last thing you cared for was your soaking wet hair. If Oktober hadn't felt so strange before he had kissed her the first time, she would've of sworn that it was a dream. It was fairly dream like. His hand on her waist, her hands floating to rest on his chest. It was just to perfect. Her tongue slid up against his softly, eyes fluttering shut. Once more he had broken away. Oktober couldn't help but let out a whine, her eyes opening only to stare up into his. As soon as she caught his look, her smile mimicking his. The feel of his tattooed hand over her cheek was enough for her to faint. Once more her eyes shut, comfort overwhelming her from his touch. Oh, god. Butterflies filled her stomach once he spoke his reply. This was all just so surreal. He had kissed her once more. Oktober pushed herself up higher, her hand slithering up to gently caress his neck, her thumb resting in the center of his rose tattoo.
*WHAT A PLAYER
Your Alias :: Carly or Carly May. Whichever. :3
Age :: Fifteen
Contact :: Pm is preferred.
How did you find us :: an ad somewhere. xD
Codeword :: Sing me a Dream
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