Post by KOLBY MARINAZA on Jul 11, 2010 15:01:43 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS Kolby Allee Marinaza AND I AM 16 YEARS OLD. I'M A human AND I'M A Derelict AND I WAS BORN ON 6/August/1869 IN America. MY NATIONALITY IS American. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE Becky Lou Filip. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM quiet, negative, and androgynous. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY kaitlyn.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:It was early in the morning. Very early. It was about…4:30 am, maybe 5:00. She wasn’t sure. Marcee didn’t look at a clock when she randomly got up. All she knew, was that it was light out. Marcee had just gotten out of bed and was preparing to go for her early morning run. She could run pretty fast, but she never tried out for Track. Or any sport for that matter. She was very athletic, but never flaunted it by playing on a team. She could only really play volleyball, and they didn’t start that section in Gym Class until two months in the future. But every morning she didn’t have school, Marcee was running. Today, since no one would be up this early on a Saturday, she slipped off her night shirt, a ‘Harvard University’ tee she had gotten from her sister, and put on a well-fitted Nike Zip-Up Sports Bra. Changing into her spandex running shorts in a haste to get out the door. She pulled up her hair with a small hair tie, kept her bangs away from her face by slipping on a small ‘Under Armour’ hair band. Then, squeezing her sock covered feet into her running shoes, she quietly walked down her stairs, into the kitchen to grab her bottle of water and iPod, and out the door.
She was now running down the beach. Her running wasn’t that effected by the sand. The sun was gleaming brightly in an orange/gold mixture. She was in total concentration mode. She was sweaty. She had been running for a good hour and every part of her body was sweating. But, she kept going anyways, not caring if she looked, or smelled, horrible. No one was out here this early anyways. The song that was playing on her iPod was ‘The Middle’ by Jimmy Eat World. One of her favorites. After the song ended, she slowed to a stop and rested. She cracked her fingers and knuckles. Then her neck. Taking a few swigs of her water before she started stretching, she brought the water bottle above her head and let some cover her sweaty face and hair, hopefully cooling her down. She poured some in her hands and patted her neck and jaw line too. Man, is it hot here. Like being in a freaking Oven sometimes. She thought as she stretched.
After stretching was over, she was off and running again. Marcee only loved running for one reason; When running, she felt like she could do anything. Run from all of her issues. Run from all he hate and hostility. Run from the things she most feared. She felt like she could run back to Waterloo, or to a place where she could be comfortable with who she was, and not hate herself like she did. Sure, she seemed bright and cheery on the outside, but on the inside, she was just a wreck. She didn’t like the way she looked, like most girls in Cape Colby, she didn’t care to do anything except sleep, except when she was with Jordan, or her Family and/or Nate. She just wished everything would be alright for her. She hated the way she had everything a girl could want, and still want more. But she always fought with herself on this subject. Was being happy such a horrid thing to ask for? She needed Nate’s advice. This thought made her run faster, and faster, until she couldn’t push herself any harder. Her heart ached with homesickness.
Because of her pushing herself so hard, Marcee had to take another break early. She gulped down a lot of her water, then had to bend down to catch her breath. After a while of deep breathing, she got back up and ran yet again. She was closer to the water than she had last remembered, and increased the width of the space between her and the water. When she was close to the end of the beach, Marcee turned around and started running back to her house, feeling multiple sweat droplets slide freely down her forehead, neck, and the sides of her head. Her body was teaming with blood flow, and her body was sweating excessively. She looked like she had just ran around the world, but really, she’d just ran a few miles. Stopping in front of her house, she looked at the time on her iPod. 5:14, eh? She thought, surprised that not much time had passed. She decided she would run on the sidewalk around her neighborhood for another hour and a half. That was when everyone in her house woke up.
Yes, her family did get up that early on weekends. They weren’t the kind of family to just sit around all weekend and watch the Television. They were more of a get-up-and-go family. Normally, Marcee was the first to wake up, then, when she came in from running, Chance would wake up and go jogging for an half an hour to an hour while mother and father made breakfast and coffee. Marcee personally loved Durann-Saturday-Mornings. They always had breakfast together. And her mother made the best cinnamon buns in the world, which she only made on Saturday mornings.
Marcee was passing the Adreyson’s house now, which was a somewhat long way from their house. She passed it, not taking a look at it at all. Then, she passed a few other houses of people who she had seen in school and the bus. The sky was a clear blue, the sun not as golden as it was before. She slowed down again, trying to catch her breath. Folding her arms behind her head, she took deep breaths. She learned this trick from Gym class back in Waterloo. Folding your hands like this above your head gave your lungs more room to expand, meaning more air capacity. She stayed in front of the unknown house for a while, too breathless to walk or move. Taking several swigs of water, she laid down on the pavement, knowing no one would be up now to see her rest.
