Post by harley on Mar 23, 2010 14:18:14 GMT -5
harlowe elora palmer
so, let's start off with the basics. what's your name?my stupid parents thought they’d be extra creative and saddle me with the full name “harlowe elora palmer.” Really, I have no idea where they came up with it. I don’t know anyone who has those names, and I’m pretty sure they don’t either. They never call me by my whole name either. I’ve been going by harley or elora for ages. My dad likes to call me harley, but I think most of the time I like elora better. Besides, there’s a bed and breakfast in Ontario that’s called elora. I’m gonna stay there on day.
oh, it's a nice name! now, would you mind telling us how old you are?of course I would mind, but I’ll do it anyway. I’m twentythree, which is amazing because I’m old enough to drink, but still young enough to get away with acting like a moron from time to time. I’d tell you my zodiac sign, but I don’t know it because I really don’t care all that much.
really? you look much younger! well, let's get started. first off, what are you on this tour?dear god, I hope I don’t look much younger. But that’s not the point. I’m a drum tech. got that? It means I probably play drums as well as or better than the drummers in a lot of the bands here. I just haven’t found my own band yet. Or maybe I’m plotting to steal a position in another band? I work for winter pursuit, and I love them all too much to screw things up there.
oh! so how did you first get involved with batteries not included records?actually, I just got lucky. I used to work at a bar. You might have guessed, but I was a bartender. Anyway, winter pursuit was playing there, and they were having some technical difficulties. So I decided to help. Anyway, I hit it off with the band members, and they let me help whenever they came to the bar. when they had to go on tour, I guess I was just a natural choice for a tech.
oh gosh, really? all right, so, how are you enjoying it so far?I love it, obviously. Who wouldn’t?
that's great! so, what do you do in your free time when you are not working?well, I write music, I dance, I sing, I play drums, I like to stare at the sky, I like to run, I love to listen to music, I enjoy designing tattoos. I love playing with people’s hair and makeup. Maybe I’m in the wrong line of work. I like skateboarding, and I like shopping. Oh, and I love to eat!
oh, i love some of those too! looks like we have alot in common.no fucking way!
so, how has your romantic past been?as if that's any of your business. my private life is called my private life for a reason. but if you must know, it's been a mess. i've had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. my heart hasn't exactly been broken or anything. i've also had a couple of girlfriends, but those have been flings, as well.
and what about now? is that any better? any different?again, not your business at all. but there's this guy... we're not dating. or i don't consider it dating. but i'm pretty sure he does. it's kind of creepy. like he's in love with me or something... but he won't go away and for some stupid reason, every so often i encourage it. but, suffice it to say, i am single and looking.
oh, i see.. hmm... and, what would you say are your turn ons? do you have any turn offs?dear god. you have got to be the nosiest person ever! to begin with, tattoos and piercings are always a turn on. good hair is a must, a nice smile is a plus. passion is amazing. i love tall guys, but i like petite girls. body odor is most certainly a turn off. it's one thing when it's occasional, like after a workout or a show. when it's constant, though, it's just gross. having children is an extreme turn off. sorry, but i'm not up for the baggage.
ooh, that's understandable, mhm. so, give us a bit of detail about yourself.uhm... i'm kind of crazy, i guess. i love to have fun, and most of the time, i joke around with people. i like to smile, and i like to see smiles. i'm a flirt, but not a tease. i'm stubborn as hell and i can be very argumentative. i guess i'm loyal. i mean, i'd never cheat on anyone. if you want to cheat on someone, you obviously shouldn't be with them. i'm not a liar. i'm exceptionally blunt. i mean it. my mother is devastated. i'm not tactful at all.
mhmm. well you sound like a fun young man/woman. now, is there anything about your past?of course there is. what are you, stupid? i didn't just pop into existence this very moment. so i was born in canada. the french speaking part. i do speak french. i don't care if you do. my parents, danica and shawn palmer, were high school sweethearts and way too prim and proper. i was a bit of a disappointment. but i'm not willing to change who i am to make people happy. when i turned eighteen, i moved to LA, got a cheap apartment, and took a job at a bar. shitty hours, decent tips, and good music. anyway. that's where i ended up meeting up with winter pursuit. and you already know what happened next.
ahh.. all right, so. tell me some of the things you like.nosy, nosy, nosy. i like tattoos. they're pretty, they're expressive, and they're interesting. i like scars because they always involve a story. i love skinny jeans, short skirts, hoodies, and converse. i love bright colors because they're exciting. loud music is amazing. so is gin and tonic.
and what about dislikes?ugh. i hate silence. because it's awkward. i hate scary movies because they just remind me that i don't have someone to cuddle with. not that i'm that needy... i hate needy people. they're annoying and childish. i hate invasive assholes who ask tons of questions about things that aren't their business. i hate clingy boys as well as clingy girls because they require entirely too much effort. and i hate cotton candy because it always gets stuck in my teeth. happy now?
do you have any dirty little secrets you wanna share?if it's a secret, why would i fucking share it? actually, i'm kind of an open book. there's not much that people don't know about me. except that i'm a licensed piercer and tattoo artist. but that's not really juicy information.
ooh, that is deeeeeep. well this interview is almost done, do you have anything else you want to say?thank god. remind me to send someone else to the interview next time.
so heyy, my name is bobbie and i'm twentythree years old. i've been roleplaying for two-ish years roleplaying, so i think i am pretty damn good. so, my character stole the face of shauna stallings, just thought you should know. oh, and also: take control of the world thanks for reading! oh, and below is my roleplay sample. :]
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If she hadn’t been interested before, she certainly would have been by the time Charlie was standing in front of her. In his display picture in the chat room, he’d been clean-shaven. While she wasn’t a fan of Amish facial hair, Evan certainly did like a guy that looked a little rough around the edges. The scruffy stubble on his face certainly did the trick to make him fall right into the category of guys she’d like to sleep with. The trouble was, as a whole, sleeping with guys was getting a little confusing. She wasn’t the confused one. Evan knew exactly what she wanted. A bit of fun without the demand of a commitment and the danger of emotion. Guys, on the other hand, were apparently starting to think they needed to try extremely hard to impress her.
She’d gotten so lost in thought for a moment that she almost shook her head, which would have made it completely obvious. Fortunately, Charlie didn’t seem to have noticed. Grinning, she looked up at him. ”You’re definitely much hotter in person,” she assured him. For just a second, she was almost afraid that he wouldn’t remember who she was. That their conversation hadn’t offered him as much amusement as it had offered her. The last thing she wanted was to be one of those silly girls who panted like a puppy over a boy who didn’t know –or care—that they existed. Fortunately, he came up with the correct name, which meant she had to have made some sort of impression. She could only hope that it was a god one. ”Yep. And as you can see, I’m extremely non-masculine. My mother just had strange taste in names.” Actually, Evan loved her name. It had taken her a few years to get over the fact that a lot of boys she went to school with had the same name as her, but once she got past the age of about eight, she’d fallen in love with the fact that her name was unique for a girl.
For some silly reason, it took a great deal of effort for Evan to meet Charlie’s eyes after she’d offered to kiss his wounds. Boys didn’t make her nervous. She frowned for a second and chewed her lower lip, wondering what had gotten into her. ”You’re a bit too tall, I think,” she informed him. It was enough to explain her awkward moment, and it was the truth. At 5’2”, she was hardly tall enough to reach the lips he’d pursed in her direction. If she could have reached them, though, she would most certainly have kissed him. That was the entire reason for her offer! With any luck, he was as into the idea of a kiss as she was and he’d indulge her a little, getting down to her level so that they could actually see eye to eye. She only hated being short when guys were involved. It made things (like kissing and shower sex) entirely too difficult.
Awkward moments were something that Evan hated with a passion. Ordinarily, she knew exactly what to do in just about any situation, and even if she didn’t know what was expected of her, she could come up with something silly to break up the tension. Fortunately, while she was standing around awkwardly, Charlie appeared to be retreating into his own mind. Maybe he was having just as much trouble figuring out what they ought to say or do as she was.
Her impromptu radio host impression did the trick, though, and Evan couldn’t help but grin at the fact that he latched right on to the idea. His response was enthusiastic and amusing, and Evan found that rather than forcing herself to focus on him, she was unable to keep her eyes off of him. She might have commented that she agreed with his reasoning, as the need to get away from her bus was exactly what brought her to Walmart. However, Charlie went on a little tirade of his own and Evan couldn’t help but giggle. She would’ve never considered mentioning the lack of free samples at Walmart. That’s why people went to the grocery store or to Sam’s club. Walmart was good only for low prices and petty amusement. Not that Evan considered this particular event to be petty amusement. That title was reserved for her usual habit of playing with children’s toys in the aisles.
Once he mentioned it, Evan couldn’t help but grin deviously in response. ”Terrorizing the store sounds incredible,” she replied. Actually, it sounded like something she would love to do. That might have had something to do with the company, of course, but Evan was determined not to focus too much on what might be the beginning of a crush.