Post by ROSALINE MCKINNON on Jul 19, 2010 12:19:02 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS ROSALINE MCKINNON AND I AM 15 YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A DERELICT AND I WAS BORN ON FEBRUARY 9th IN IRELAND. MY NATIONALITY IS IRISH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE CINTIA DICKER. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM OBSESSIVE, GIRLY, AND PROMISCUOUS. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY TIFF.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:Bridgette giggled contentedly as she saw JP’s face transformed from a look of joy to one of disappointment when he spotted his artwork. He couldn’t have possibly expected that he would have done well, could he? No one is supposed to do well at Pictionary. That was part of the fun. Smiling, she tried to make him feel slightly better by assuring him, “Don’t worry. No one is supposed to do well on their first try.” She hoped that he wasn’t truly upset by his lack of blindfolded artistic skills. It would be kind of silly for someone to get tied down by a silly little game. Luckily, he soon returned to his cheery self, and Bridgette too returned to her prior happiness. While she was guessing, she laughed at how JP continued to look at his work at different angles as if that would help make the picture into something that didn’t look like the random scribbles of a 5-year-old. “At least you know that if magic doesn’t work out for you, you can get a job as a modern artist.” She commented as he squinted at the whatever-it-was-shape. When Bridgette was younger, her parents used to take her to an art museum, and she had always found that the modern art section was filled with paintings that didn’t seem to be anything at all. JP’s thing would fit right in.
Returning his smile, she watched as he returned to the board to add the clue. So the Thing was saying “Hoot, Hoot!” now, huh? To most people this clue would seem painfully obvious, but in true Bridgette style, she was a bit on the slow side with this fast paced game. In her mind, the “Hoot Hoot” had registered as a “Woot Woot” like a cheering crowd. Before the stupidity of what she was about to hit her, she had already yelled out her answer in her excitement. “A cheering Quidditch Fan!” It wasn’t until about a minute later that she smacked her head with her hand dramatically and shook her head. “Merlin, never mind. It’s an owl of course.” She said, laughing at her dumb mistake. How she could have got that wrong was beyond her. Though she was laughing, Bridgette was secretly embarrassed at her answer. What kind of idiot would say that? JP probably thought she had the IQ of a peanut. Even so, a large grin stayed glued to her face as JP told her he liked the game. “I’m glad. I like it too.” She replied, pleased.
“My turn!” she exclaimed, rushing over to JP and turning so that he could put the blindfold on her. He knew that was supposed to do, right? It were assumptions like these that made her seem so oblivious. Wanting to make sure and not make herself look like more of a fool, she said, “Go ahead and put the blindfold on me.” She instructed. “Then I’ll show you how it’s done.” Bridgette joked staring at her new friend. Gosh, he was good-looking. Classic blond hair, and a boyish yet pleasant face. But whatever, that wasn’t a big deal. Especially since he already had a girl he was interested in. It wasn’t Bridgette’s want to interfere. Just being friends was good enough for her especially since they just had personally met outside of the Quidditch Field. She hoped they could hang out a bit more though. She appreciated his company.
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