Post by Lindsey Williams on Jan 31, 2009 23:21:48 GMT -5
LINDSEYleighWILLIAMS
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[some.call.it.magic]
Hey, my name is Lindsey Leigh Williams and here's my application for Chaford. I am a dedicated student, and I'll try my best here. I am currently 16, and I think I should be in this school because I am intelligent, bubbly, and crazy.
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| [some.call.it.magic]
Hey, my name is Lindsey Leigh Williams and here's my application for Chaford. I am a dedicated student, and I'll try my best here. I am currently 16, and I think I should be in this school because I am intelligent, bubbly, and crazy.
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&first name; Lindsey
&surname; Williams
&middle name; Leigh
&alias; Linds
&age; 16
&sexual orientation; Straight, though she tends to act slightly bi at times.
&;date of birth; 21st, December, 1992
&birthplace; Miami, Florida
[this.is.me.this.is.real]
&history; Growing up in Miami, Florida gave her nothing special besides a hot, tan, sporty body. Her parents spoiled her since she was a baby, buying only expensive brand diapers and toys. Her toddler days were the only times she had ever seen her relatives. As she got older, she made friends who seemed, at the time, much more important than family. As she got older and beginning to go to school, she made even more friends:good and bad. They made a big influence in her life.
Becoming a young lady, she became boy-crazed. She loved the feeling when a good looking guy's lips touched hers. It gave her the feeling of love, which she never actually got from her parents-besides the expensive items, which wasn't truly love. Sleeping with many guys her age made her a town-favorite to them. Yet, after a few walk-ins from her parents, they decided to send her off to a school faraway.
After being sent to Europe, her personality changed a tad, though not much. She picked up a few foreign languages, clothing styles, and relationship tricks. Nothing in her life changed really, besides the new environment. Her parents had her sent to another school, hoping her wild behavior would soon change.
&personality; Lindsey being a wild child, loves to have fun. Lindsey is usually described by the phrase, partied-out. She loves to mess with people, though at times, feels that being nice is better. Her harsh attitude was changed during the summer and uses her "nicer" personality to her advantage, also. She can be quite ambitious with her traits, personality-wise. She tends to do as she feels and lives quite happily. It's quite hard to find her unhappy with how life is going. She lives by the rule of happiness and lives life to the fullest.
Lindsey loves to do crazy things. She'll do just about anything a person-otherwise known as a guy-tells her to do, as long as it's reasonable. She has craves for the feeling of adrenaline running through her body. It makes her do crazy and sometimes stupid things. And though those stupid things get her in trouble at times, she has a sweet side, too. Being intelligent, she knows between rights and wrongs. She knows what she wants and knows that she does many wrong things, yet she doesn't stop.
&likes and dislikes;
Likes:
Partying, swimming, tanning, lollipops, alcohol, dogs, cats, sundaes, Guys, Chocolate, Hugs&Kisses, Scary Movies, Hanging out with friends, Flirting, Shopping, Oreos.
Dislikes:
Spiders, Snakes, Needles, Drugs, Hangovers, Not getting what she wants, Bad kissers, Dark Chocolate, Heights, Too much Darkness, and People who don't agree with her.
&soft spots; Kisses, Hugs, Gifts, Guys, Chocolate, Flowers, Alcohol, and sex.
&fears; Heights, the word 'no', dying.
&secrets; She hasn't been a virgin since year 8.
&;dreams; She wants to become famous for drum-set.
[favorites]
&color; Hot pink
&band; Coldplay
&song; Talk by Coldplay
&animal; Dogs
&other; Er, nothing?
[we.are.family]
&mother; Hannah Kaley Beauchamp Williams, 46
&father; Todd Michael Williams, 49
&siblings; None
&pets; Chico, chihuahua
[behind.blue.eyes]
&name; Jessy
&alias; Jessh
&age; optional.
&gender; Girlygirl[:
&roleplaying example;
Good amount of words; I can type more if necessary. (:
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing
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Feeling a bit lightheaded, Lindsey walked down the dirt road. Her eyes felt a bit groggy and her legs were sore. The day before, she had experienced the worst hangover in the millennium. Her head no longer throbbed and she was able to remember things again. She brushed a few strands of hair out of her face wit her and continued to make her way down the road. The wind blew gently, lifting grains of sand off the ground. It blew at her bare legs and she shivered slightly. Only wearing a simple white dress was a bit of a mistake.She heard some trees brush against each other as the wind blew harder. Lindsey turned her head to the right, as if something there was calling her name. She expected a few trees and possibly some bushes, but something else had caught her eye. Lindsey stopped her pace and turned her entire body to look over at the trees. What was a house doing over here? She didn't expect anyone to want to live in an area like this, where the population seemed to be one person per acre. She made her way slowly over to the house, pushing past a few bushes. She noticed how old and absolutely repulsive the house looked. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to live there, especially now.
Lindsey began taking mental notes of how the house looked. She noticed the icky windows and the old oak door that seemed to be locked up pretty damn well. She didn't expect anyone living in there and had tried ramming the door down. Of course, it didn't work. She began walking slowly to the back of the house, feeling the side of the house. She wondered how it could still hold itself up, as old as it looked. Lindsey heard a loud, 'BANG!' and she quickened her pace until she saw a cellar door. She noticed a girl was already there, trying to get herself in, and boy did she do a good job.. This girl. Lindsey knew her from somewhere. She was one of the unchanged, much like Lindsey herself. They seemed to be some of the only unchanged left. Though the changed didn't bother Lindsey too much, it was still nice to see someone so much like herself.
Lindsey watched the mysterious unchanged girl make her way down into the cellar. She bit her lip gently and looked around to see if they were alone. The girl had already slid all the way in, her face seeming so confident and unafraid of what laid out before her. Lindsey seemed to feel enough freaked out for the both of them. She continued to look around the cellar door, hoping that no one was around so she could follow her fellow acquaintance. Lindsey walked forward, and looked down into the cellar, her lips shut tight, and no sound coming out from them. She sat down at the top stair she could find, and took one last look back. She gasped loudly as she saw the graveyard. One by one, tombstones were sitting straight up in a perfectly lined up row. Some were greatly decorated, and others were dull and gray. Her jaw fell open slightly and her eyes widened. She felt oddly alone at that point. She needed some company.
She let herself slip slowly down the staircase, hoping nothing was going to break underneath her. The girl already down there seemed to slide with ease and Lindsey hoped, no prayed, that they weighed the same. She closed her eyes for a second and continued sliding down, biting her lip until she could taste the horrendous taste of blood. She scowled in the darkness quietly, hoping she wasn't making too much sound. All of a sudden, a dim light turned on. It didn't change the room too much, but now she was able to see the girl again. Her face seemed scared to death and Lindsey could understand why. There hadn't been a moment before this day that Lindsey felt more scared than how she felt now. She finally got to the bottom of the stair case, and realized how dusty her own ass was. She wiped the dress, her thighs and lastly, her hands, ad she examined the room.
"Um, hi.." Lindsey mumbled quietly, only loud enough for the other girl to hear. "I hope I didn't scare you, though I don't think.." Lindsey cut her voice off as she swallowed. She looked around the room again, her expression indescribable. "I honestly don't think I could scare you anymore.. This place..." Her voice cut off again. She realized she wasn't able to speak in complete sentences anymore, due to the fact that her hands were shaking violently. "I'm scared shitless." She whispered, taking a step closer to the stranger. She could tell by her expression that she felt the exact same way, and possibly even more frightened, if that was even possible. Finally, Lindsey looked around the cellar again, noticing how extremely dusty it truly was. She had known the staircase was dusty because of the excess dust over her body, but the entire room... She felt like she was breathing in water and not air. That would barely explain how the room looked. The furniture looked centuries old, and definitely not something you would find in a regular house. It would have explained a lot for how the outside of the house looked, though, there were other things down there. Her mind seemed to be focused on the dust and the room at that point, which was obviously more calming than the fact that they were in an old creepy house. Lindsey clicked back into reality. She heard something that she was hoping she would never have to hear, especially in a place like this. Light footsteps were heard right above them, sending a shocking tingling feeling up Lindsey's spine. She shuddered, and a soft wimper escaped from the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and whispered something unbearably quiet. "Help me."
