Post by lindsey on Jul 17, 2009 12:43:00 GMT -4
LINDSEY MELISSA SILVERSTEIN
"i don't care what you think as long as it's about me."
[/font]"i don't care what you think as long as it's about me."
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
- - i just write my memory ,
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[/size] Linds, Lindy, Sassy
• • FULL NAME , Lindsey Melissa Silverstein
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] May 17th & Twenty
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] Straight
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] Photographer for Pushing April
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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[/size] Sandy blonde
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , One hundred & fifteen pounds / five feet and five inches
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] Blue
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] A tattoo of a key on her side, ears pierced, a still semi-prominent scar on her stomach from an appendectomy when she was eleven
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] Lisa Ruocco
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] just like about every single girl in the entire world, there's some sense of satisfaction that can't be matched when you buy the most perfect top you've ever seen, and get it at half off, and you've just about reached an orgasm. for lindsey, it's obviously not that intense. she loves clothes and shoes just like every girl, but she would rather have a mind blowing orgasm than get a cute pair of shoes -- though, wouldn't we all? she shops just about anywhere that she can get a good deal, whether that's american eagle or urban outfitters. lindsey's upkeep on her hair doesn't entail much -- she shampoos and conditions her hair and blow dries and straightens it. she doesn't have lusciously curly hair or really straight hair, it's more of that in between wavy where she's lucky to be able to wear it either way.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] her inability to speak up, talking about her feelings, hangovers, alarm clocks, mondays, plane rides, metal music, spicy food, history, winter, guys on steroids, vh1 reality shows, long phone calls, her phone, coffee, blood
• • LIKES , travis, partying, rasberries, concerts, roller coasters, new york city, dogs, cranberry juice, friends, shoes, cooking, sex, zebra print, music, twitter, kissing, hugs, cuddling, nick names, macaroni and cheese, adventures, new experiences, smiling, laughing, reminiscing
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] passionate, loving, giving, fun, always down to party, can throw a smile on anyone's face
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] chocolate, a good party, travis D<, guilt, alcohol, shoes
• • FEARS ,[/size] losing travis again, heights, mosh pits, death, sharks
• • SECRETS ,[/size] suffered from anorexia for several years
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] lindsey's quite the interesting character, but not to mention she's pretty damn complicated too. then again -- what girl isn't? just like with everyone else in this crazy world, linds has her flaws and her qualities, both on pretty opposite ends of the spectrum. the first thing you'll notice about linds is she's basically the life of the party. no, she doesn't take her top off and dance on the tables -- but she's fun and hilarious and if you get enough alcohol in her, she's pretty loud too. she has a great quality to be able to turn just about anything into a party, even with people that she's actually friends with. though, when she does get drunk, she can make friends with just about anyone.
one thing about lindsey that she herself even hates is that she's basically what you might call a martyr. she'll give up just about anything for the people she loves, right down to the shirt off her back, though sometimes people don't care that much about her in return and she just gets her heart broken. linds is overly caring to the point where things and people and opportunities have completely slipped her by, just because she didn't want to speak up. it's something that she has to work on, but one of her main goals is, in a nutshell, to grow some balls. i mean, come on -- she's working in the music industry, she's falling in love with someone that has a girlfriend already, and she's living in los angeles. she was going to have to at some point.
lindsey's always up for trying new things, rather it's an experience or a food or just new things in general. she moved around a lot within california when she was younger, and although it wasn't much of a culture shock obviously to move from the greater part of san francisco back to her hometown, she's always been one to accept change with open arms. she's a pretty understanding girl, and although when you get her talking she can be pretty chatty, she knows when to just shut up and listen. on the flip side of that -- she also sometimes has a hard time knowing when to open her mouth, which is going back to her not being able to really tell people what she wants/how she feels.
although she's obviously a very pretty girl, lindsey's never been one to see herself that way. she may know how to dress and act like she's confident, she's never really seen herself as pretty or beautiful in any way. she suffered from anorexia from the ages of fifteen to eighteen, and still to this day feels herself falling into these moods where she feels like how she did when she suffered the disorder. no one really knows about it though, since she is an active girl and doesn't eat a lot to begin with -- though the people close to her know about it, and know not to talk about it because it's such a sore and tender subject with her.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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[/size] stephen silverstein -- brother -- twenty one -- student at new york university
• • PARENTS , hannah silverstein -- mother -- fifty -- restaurant owner
joseph silverstein -- father -- fifty two -- restaurant owner
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] - - -
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] ravis covington -- forevah and alwayz
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] D:<
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] Riverside, California
• • HISTORY ,[/size] lindsey melissa silverstein was born on may seventeenth to her parents joseph and hannah silverstein in the town or riverside, california. her parents had already given birth to their son, stephen james silverstein, one year prior to her birth. the family lived comfortably and sent their kids to a private school for their pre school years before her father got a job transfer to
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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[/size] Fourteen
• • YOUR NAME , Emily
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] Four
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] PM & AIM: itsreallyemily
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] No thanks
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] -ADMIN EDIT-
• • NOTES ,[/size] Nah
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size] There was no doubt in Genevieve's mind that Tristan was one of thee most intimidating and handsome men that she had ever met in her entire life. Maybe the old Genevieve would've fallen right into Tristan's ploy -- vampire or not. Not anymore...his looks were nice to the eyes, and especially pleasant paired with his rather enticing scent and fluid, smooth motions. But, that wasn't what interested Gen about Tristan -- it was more the way he spoke, like he knew so many amazing stories and had lived to see so many interesting tales. Of course, Genevieve was the queen of reading into things. He really could be just another cocky bastard out to get some action from any horny, confused teenage girl that would give it up.
It truly was sad how cynical the poor girl was, but really, how could she not be? She had barely started her period a few years ago, let alone even graduated high school yet. She had tasted the most deadliest drugs that had killed more people than they had helped. Drank so much in one evening that she had woken up with no recollection of the night before at all. Kissed so many men that her lips felt trashy and dirty no matter how many times she scrubbed them. And on top of all of that, she had barely been able to ever be herself -- fuck, did she even know who she really was? No, but that wasn't too different than any other teenager, or thing in the world, really. The loss of her mother had been the icing on the cake but -- really, she kept going every day. People truly didn't give her enough credit.
The incident with the boy made her fists clench together, though she didn't dare scream or make a scene. What a low form of scum, what a boy he was to say that to her. She straightened out her shirt on her bare shoulders, wishing that the teacher would open the window already. With just a few weeks already spent in Venescance, she had learned that although the town was nestled on the coast, there was no way in hell they were ever going to get a classic beach day. What she would give for just one more night in the city, wandering around by herself, cutting corners expertly as she searched for some form of entertainment. The nights where she was Genevieve, not "Genny." Where she felt comfortable almost strangely like -- how she felt around Tristan.
Obviously, the speed at which he pushed his chair away was much too fast for her to be able to see. I mean, she was only human right? No pun intended. Her eyes fooled her, obviously not nearly as sharp as Tristan's vampiric senses. Oh, what fools they were -- keeping secrets from each other. Surely neither of them knew that in just a short amount of time they would go from partners in Language Arts to the creators of an undying passionate love that would last through the centuries. She studied the new found space between them and sighed, crossing a leg over the other. He acted like she smelled, like she hadn't showered in ages when she was sure they could both smell the Versace perfume doused on her skin.
"Oh yeah?" She asked with a small smile, nestling into her chair a little more. Was it a thing of pride that he couldn't say sorry? God, those kind of people would get her Miu Miu knock off heel go stomping right onto their foot. But, something about Tristan screamed an honest, misunderstood soul to her -- like he had so much pain in him, but all she wanted to do was help him, make him feel better. She sighed quietly and rubbed her temples with her finger tips as he situated himself, rubbing her lips together nervously. How was this going to work? Obviously, he seemed pretty intelligent from the way that he held himself -- so she at least wouldn't be doing it by herself. Not that she really minded -- what kind of crazy mind blowing solo activities was she going to miss out on?
Genevieve had never in her entire life given anyone her full attention. When someone was talking to her, her mind was always floating to and fro -- thinking about her Friday night plans, how she was going to get money to buy that Calvin Klein dress for the charity ball, worrying if her Dad was going to come make her visit him in his dingy apartment in Brooklyn -- never really completely and fully on the conversation. And yet, she surprised probably both of them by giving him her full attention when he was speaking, and very eloquently I may add, about the Shakespeare plays they had both thread. Genevieve crossed one slender leg over the other, a small smirk playing up her fair features as he spoke.
She leaned her chin against her propped up arm, letting it fall against her palm as she stared over at him, her other hand occupied with fidgeting with the pen in her hand. What did I tell you? Her mind was always going a million miles an hour. "Sounds like someone's a little cynical about love," She retorted ever so playfully, though she hoped he didn't think of her as a hypocrite. Of course love didn't exist -- it was nothing more than a chemical, lust sort of feeling. It was all mating and reproducing and sex and disappointment. So what? You tied yourself to one person for forty years, pop out a few children and you die. No thank you -- that life might work for other people, but not for Genevieve Winter Phoenix. She wanted, she needed, no she craved the something more that she knew was out there.
Of course, Gen might believe in love -- but she would never allow herself to fall into the silly puppy love. She wanted real love, firework love, mindblowing, breath taking passion and love. With whom? She had never found someone that she would even consider wanting to see every morning when she woke up, and strangely -- the man in her dreams all along so closely resembled Tristan. Yes, in personality and speech and everything else, but in a way -- appearance too. No, he was exactly like the boy she had been dreaming about. But, how could she have dreamed about him? Until she had moved to Venescance, she had never even seen the boy before.
She let out a smooth giggle at his words and then turned her attention back to the teacher who instructed that they could go outside and work, since it was so close to a beautiful day. She smiled and gathered their books, walking out the door with a grin on her face. She didn't want to spend the entire day cooped up inside of the school, even though she had just been out there -- and made a complete fool of herself. Genevieve settled into the grassy hill somewhat of a distance away from the other groups -- she knew that no one was really going to work, but who cared? She sighed and let her head fall back as she propped herself up on her elbows, patting the spot next to her for Tristan.
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