Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Jun 11, 2011 22:40:18 GMT -5
JEZALEE AMARIS CROSS
stage-junkie }{ 11th grade }{ straight
[/color][/center]stage-junkie }{ 11th grade }{ straight
ALIAS: Toralee and/or Torri
OTHERS: no one (yet ;-] )
(I'm not new - but just to refresh the memory)
TIME ZONE: Central ; USA
DISCOVERED: I'm one of the admins - and Abby told meh
ABOUT YOU: I'm crazy, and prone to have CWS - otherwise known as Character.Want.Syndrome. Don't be surprised if I end up having 10 characters (or more...)
[/font]THE APPLICATION
my name is Jezalee Amaris Cross and i have been wandering the streets of NYC for SEVENTEEN years now. I'd like to be called JEZ.
NOW THAT WE'VE MET ...
the kids at school look at me as just.. the MUSICIAN.
what you need to know about me: She's pretty cold toward everyone, though that seems unlikely from her appearance. She looks like she would be kind, but isn't at all unless you're her friend. And just to mention, she doesn't have very many friends. If you manage to get on her good side, count yourself lucky. She's very loyal and caring to those who will accept her.
Most of the time, she won't speak unless spoken to and if she does, it usually isn't something very nice. She's very passionate though about her music and doesn't like to be interrupted when either brainstorming or actually writing down lyrics and notes. If you manage to get on her good side, then that is where you would want to stay..
and i haven't really told anyone this..but.. she is terribly afraid of being rejected or ditched, which is why she isn't the most social butterfly in the grouping..
yea.. i know.. i look a lot like Taylor Swift[/color].[/b][/size][/center] [/blockquote][/blockquote]
Jezalee gritted her teeth as she walked angrily up to the Scanlon House. She didn't have to guess to see if her brother was here; she knew he was here. And right now, she needed to "talk" to him. And he was in huge trouble with her, so it was going to be the worst hell imaginable for him. He didn't know what was coming.
She got to the front door and hit it hard a few times before crossing her arms as she fumed, her eyes in an ice cold glare at everything around her. She has been angry at her brother, but this by far was the worst. He hadn't come home in days...and she was getting in trouble. She hadn't been able to answer her parents' questions and he had the damn car that they shared. But, obviously, that 'sharing' hadn't been fulfilled in that past week. She impatiently pounded her fist on the front door again, and felt her temper rise even more.
She got to the front door and hit it hard a few times before crossing her arms as she fumed, her eyes in an ice cold glare at everything around her. She has been angry at her brother, but this by far was the worst. He hadn't come home in days...and she was getting in trouble. She hadn't been able to answer her parents' questions and he had the damn car that they shared. But, obviously, that 'sharing' hadn't been fulfilled in that past week. She impatiently pounded her fist on the front door again, and felt her temper rise even more.
