Post by GRACIE HAMILTON . on Jan 10, 2009 9:10:48 GMT -6
GRACIE MARIE HAMILTON !
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[/font][/center]CAUSE YOU'RE HOT THEN YOU'RE COLD[/color][/font]
hey there ! my name is cammi, and yeah, i'm a girl. i know, crazy right ?! anyway, i've been gracing you with my presence for nearly fifteen years, and i love this place; thanks to an advert for leading me here. you can also find me at contact, or through none. let's let the fun begin[/font]
YOU'RE YES THEN YOU'RE NO[/color][/font]
well, my full name is gracie marie hamilton, but i like to be called gracie, grace, c.c.. my full name means i'm unique; probably because of some voodoo nuts. i'm seventeen years old, yeah; i'm barelylegal - and a girl, thank you very much. you can find me on the original list, where it'll say i'm a junior year. oh, and i almost forgot, my birthday is on may twenty-th, wanna throw me a party ?! i knew it[/font]
YOU'RE IN AND YOU'RE OUT[/color][/font]
i'm damn good looking, wouldn't you say? i've been told that i look like vanessa hudgens, but everyone knows i'm way sexier. don't even lie ! what, you didn't think that picture was flattering? well i have black hair; sort of like mysterious and cute. and my eyes - they're two pools of brown; you could say they're two eyes of mud. at least, that's what i've been told. i'm such a beast, almost 5'3 feet, can you believe it? yeah, i take after my dad. and not that it's any of your business, but i weigh 119lbs., and have a slim body type. i know, i know; i should make an exercise video. i stay this way by running and taking care of myself, it's a lot harder than it sounds. you can usually find me wearing summer dresses, casual things, though i'm notorious for crazier things. oh trust me bby, you ain't seen nothing yet[/font]
YOU'RE UP AND YOU'RE DOWN[/color][/font]
jeez ! some people just piss me off. it's like they don't get that i like
There are a few things you need to know about gracie before you attempt to get to know her. The first is that she has far too much energy. It's endless, ridiculously so. She's one of those people who can't sit still for long. She gets bored incredibly easy, which is why she doesn't stick to one thing for long. She has the attention span of a gnat. Rambunctious, boisterous and hyper-active are all words that could easily describe the eighteen year old. Not to mention somewhat annoying, irritating beyond belief and... quirky. There are a bunch of little things about gracie that most people tend not to notice. Like her obsession with the sixties and intrigue with people like Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters (not that she would openly admit this obsession) or her tendency to be more than a little germaphobic. She smiles too much and laughs too loudly, but it's those kind of things that make gracie, gracie .
Her humor is also a thing that sets her apart from the crowd. She's been told she has a very... unique sense of humor for a sixteen year old girl. Being sarcastic and neurotic apparently isn't all that common among teenage girls these days, depressing as that may be. A day isn't complete without a roll of the eyes and a sarcastic remark mumbled under her breath. It's part of what makes gracie tick. Some would classify her humor as rude - she gets a huge kick out of watching people fall, spill stuff all over themselves and other "boy"like pieces of comedy. To some, gracie acts like more of a boy than she does a girl. Not that that's a bad thing, or particularly true either. She just enjoys humorous things, and to gracie that includes watching people make complete asses of themselves.
Though she has a generally sweet disposition, gracie gets cranky extremely easily, especially when she's lacking in sleep - which happens more often than not. It's not that she walks around like a bitter bitch, ripping everyone's head off if they look at her wrong - she just takes offense to things said negatively about her more seriously than she would if she was rested and content. She gets moody, too. One minute she'll be laughing and happy, and the next she could be pissy and pouty. Her emotions are like a Rubix cube. You never know how it's going to turn out, no matter how hard you try to keep it right.
gracie is a very loyal person. Once you've got her loyalty, she'll stand by your side no matter what. Whether you're in the wrong or not, gracie will be there, supporting you. This has gotten her into awkward situations a few times, when mutual friends have gotten into arguments and put gracie in the middle. Then she's kind of like a helpless fish, flopping back and forth between two people and two people's opinions. Because of this some people would call gracie a people pleaser. In a way, she is. If you're a complete stranger, she doesn't give a shit about you but if you're a friend, gracie wants to make sure that you're happy. And if you're not, she will pretty much stop at nothing until you're cheered up. It's annoying and sweet at the same time. She can be really deep at times as well. She loves acting, drawing and writing, but is mostly drawn to photography. She'd prefer the arts over sports anytime.
Like all things, you have to spend time getting to know gracie before you can really put a label on her. She changes constantly, liking things one day and getting annoyed with the same thing a few days later. The simple things amuse her and the little things delight her. She's just a normal (sort of) teenage girl, looking to find where she belongs and make great friends along the way. She's living her life that way she wants it to be lived. She's got confidence and dreams, and nothing can make her falter - at least for now, anyway.[/font]
YOU'RE WRONG WHEN IT'S RIGHT[/color][/font]
i was born and raised in boston, Massachusetts but now live orlando. i've had a crazy life, but i'm alright. my biological parents are ceclia and black, and the people who raiesd me are the same - ceclia and blake. i have some rascal flats too, my sibling(s): none. i also have a great little pet, marmelade, australian shepard. yeah, i know you're jealous. i got him in the freezer aisle. but seriously, my life is important. the happiest memory of my life was probably when
Celia and Blake were sure that their child was a male. almost positive. the conception stories of Blake's parent's seemed exactly like this, and trust me, there is no pregnancy like that one. They were so sure, that they didn't bother to check the ultrasound. They painted their little boy's bedroom dark blue, with everything blue. The baby clothes were sports shirts, overalls, and a little shirt saying 'i'm the little man of the house'. Blake was jumping for joy at the thought of teaching his little boy how to play football, baseball, basketball, and soccer. And the loving parents got all the cards ready: ITS A BOY! Alexander Smart.
Then, seven months into the pregnancy, her parents decided to take a vacation. To Italy, to get away from business meetings and to enjoy life. Packing their suitcases, they were off on an eleven hour long plane ride. Getting out at the airport and settling in to their four-star hotel, the Smart's were happy with their one-week vacation of sitting by the pool and relaxing. But, in the hotel lobby, something started to happen. Something amazing. Two months before gracie was due, her mother started the conception. On vacation. In Italy. The family had been very nervous about their premature baby, but it all ended well.
Getting ready for their baby boy, the Smart's had the baby and Celia smiled with happiness until the doctor shouted, "welcome to the world you beautiful young lady!" The family was shocked. The baby was supposed to be a boy! What in the world was going on? Taking the baby wrapped in a pink blanket into her arms, Celia was relieved that the baby was healthy and smiling. Not knowing what to name the little girl, Celia looked at the child for a long while. Her smiling face looked back up at her mother's, when her mother couldn't think of anything though, she decided to put two names together: her father, Carl, and her husband's mother, Lia. Celia had loved the name ever since she was a child. Her father used to gather all of the six children up and tell them stories of great adventure. This of course, was what made him a great father to Celia, and she wanted to repay him by naming her child after him.
So, they all flew as quickly as they could back home, and her parents life as a newborn's parents began. gracie had been a cute youngster, laughing and walking hand in hand with her neighbors. She had been the perfect baby, gurgling, and bouncing all around. She loved going out and playing in the sand, making her version of sand castles. She was the sweetest newborn in the world. Everyone would exclaim about her big eyes, or smiling face.
gracie grew up happy, and content. She was a mommy's girl, meaning that she always was following her mother, asking what she could do to help. And her favorite thing in the world was to bake. She was the 'master brownie maker', she learned from the best afterall. She loved licking the whisk and bowl clean, and after they were done, running some over to the neighbors to show off her creative work. The brownies were always her favorite part, but after that, she never knew quite what to do, so sometimes she would just run around. And although she was very personable, and a naturally curious and excitable child, soon her parents worried a bit about her.
Sometimes, gracie couldn't contain herself, and she didn't know what to do with the pent up energy. It was horrible when they drove in the car. She would hop around and jump on the seats and talk talk talk. She couldn't explain why, but she knew that she couldn't control herself. It wasn't her fault. So, her parents took her to the doctor. And the doctor diagnosed her with hyperactivity. She was prescribed pills, and soon her uncontrollable fits of energy subsided. Sure, she was still a hyper little kid, but that didn't mena she started running in little circles for ten minutes after she was in time out for five.
As she grew older, gracie became a top honors student at school. Her parents were proud as could be. She was top honors throughout middle school. And soon, she skipped a grade. She was smart enough to do that. The school suggested multiple times to skip another grade, but her parents declined, appreciatively. They didn't want their little girl growing up so fast. As she started high school, gracie was still in top honors. She was the top 15 percent. She was in a private school, payed fully by a scholarship. And even then, in a hard school, she was still in the top 10 percent. [/font]
IT'S BLACK AND IT'S WHITE[/color][/font]
so i've been role playing for four years. i know, i'm practically a veteran. i'd consider myself to be a veteran roleplayer; i like playing girls better. whaat, you want some proof ?! well, here you go.
Emmee's heart was pounding feriously at what was to come. She had just gotten back into town a day ago, and already she couldn't help but call Chance. It was a little weird talking to Chance after all these things happened, but she needed to hear him. She knew that right now would be the time to unpack her things, along with Carlia's but she didn't. As soon as she got Chance's reply she was going out the door. The excitement was killing her. She wanted to talk to him so badly, that she couldn't help it. Her mother had everything under control, though, and her only request was to bring Carlia along, since her mother had to set up the crib. And although Carlia really wasn't supposed to be apart of the welcome back brigade, Emmee didn't have much of a choice. Carlia was her baby afterall. So, since nothing was unpacked quite yet. It took some time to find the car seat. So, getting in the car, Emmee gave Lia a toy to play around with and off they went. The car ride was fine, since Lia was so well behaved and just chewed on her toy the whole ride. But it was the nerves that were making Emmee have a heart attack. She knew that Chance liked kids, after all, he was a prefect and that meant he did deal with younger kids on a daily basis, but how would he feel about his own child?
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Emmee could see her knuckles turning white. She was so nervous right now, it wasn't even funny. She didn't know what to do with herself now that she had parked the car near the park. She was supposed to meet Chance here, but she didn't know how to get out of the car. It seemed like she had sat there forever just staring out of the car window, until finally Lia let out a cry, jerking Emmee out of her thoughts. She knew that Lia wouldn't be able to occupy her time any longer, and needed to be stimulated with other sights, so Emmee forced herself out of the car. Emmee went to the back door and unbuckled her child. Picking her carefully out of the car, Emmee lock the car and off they went. Lia was sitting patiently in Emme's arms, fiddling with the side of her dress. But Emmee was searching for Chance and didn't quite notices as she started looking around a little, and peeking her head around the corner.
Catching a glimpse of someone sitting on a bench along the main drive, Emmee was behind them, and taking a closer look, she smiled when she saw that the person was Chance. She was ecstatic, and she could feel her heart beating the same beat it always did when it was around him: an excited one. She was so nervous, yet it felt right knowing that he was waiting... waiting for her. So walking up with Lia in her arms, Emmee poked her head around the bench and into his point of view. "Hey," she said quietly, as she walked up to him with Lia in her arms in clear view.[/font][/blockquote]
