Post by julietlane on Nov 30, 2009 9:16:37 GMT -6
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julietmadelinelanebonjour, my name is Meghan. i've got 21
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for lots of years and i live in the pacific timezone.
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name , Juliet Madeline Lane
nicknames , Julie on occasion
age & date of birth , Twenty, January 18th
gender , Female
sexual orientation , Heterosexual
played by , Camilla Belle
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height , 5‘5
weight , 130lbs
basic appearance, Juliet is the girl next door, one pretty enough to be remembered but not pretty enough to be included in the popular group of girls. She can come off as being very plain despite having her mother‘s impressive bone structure, Juliet is often hidden behind her hair and clothes. She‘s just another girl, one who looks like she came from the mall and nothing more, making her all to easy to skip over visually and having helped her to perfect the art of becoming as noticeable as wallpaper.
She has straight, dark brown hair the same color as her father‘s and eyes of nearly identical coloration. Petite in frame yet surprisingly muscular and athletic, Juliet often seems the most likely to blow away in the wind. However with her training as a dancer, Juliet is surprisingly graceful and it is really just bad luck that ends her butt first in a puddle of mud while wearing white jeans. She has a small, rounded face and small mouth, giving her a very gentle, feminine appearance.
Juliet‘s style is a very modest one, since while she likes to look pretty, she is never ostentatious or brave in her wardrobe. She isn’t afraid of tank tops or shorts, but generally everything she wears is decently loose on her and doesn’t really show much skin other than shoulders and her legs. Hardly anything in this day and age. Often preferring things off the bargain rack and shoes that are worn in and made lucky by time, Juliet is hardly one someone would call a fashionista, just simple mixed with a small amount of pretty.
physical flaws, Dark, thick eyebrows, large forehead, at times cold and blank expression, can look older than she is, small narrow eyes.
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likes , Theatre, art, seeing through a different perspective, literature, adventure (--dreaming of), dancing, ballet, ballroom, writing (though she’s not very good), snow, horses
dislikes , Her timid habits, rainy weather, awkward situations, overuse of slang language, unhygienic conditions, walking in mud
overall personality , Over all Juliet comes off as a very quiet person. She is softly spoken, gentle, socially awkward and not at all clumsy, though very unlucky. If there is a hole in the floor, Juliet will be the one to fall into it. It has effectively made her a rather timid person and kind of like a girl who’s had people sneak up behind her one too many times, always having that overly cautious taint to her. However despite how she comes off Juliet likes to think of herself as quiet and observant. All of the world is a play and everything has a message infinitely more interesting than it may look or infinitely more beautiful than the sometimes ugly exterior. She is someone who quietly tries to pull apart a situation and thus comes off as shy, but in reality she’s trying to glorify each moment she witnesses.
Juliet is rather shy, or at least close enough to the word, though she desperately doesn’t want to be. Being the youngest child and having two older brothers and one particularly rowdy father, being shy was sort of forced on her. Her brothers were strong and boisterous and pushed the feeling of needing to be protected on her. Of course when she was younger she didn’t have much a mind to argue but as she grew she did, though upon trying to leave her family’s protection she found herself scared and unsure of what to do. Juliet has always just let herself be defended and sheltered to a fault, wanting to keep her family happy, but torn from being so sheltered. Seeing as she as currently on her own it leaves her very awkward and confused in situations that come easily to most other people, even when met by an assertive personality at the store. Even though she can settle into things and then handle them normally after some adjustment, her timid nature irritates her and she often forces herself into uncomfortable situations almost stubbornly and foolishly in efforts to overcome her fears. Often times it ends terribly for her, but it makes her feel better to try. Where is the world if its inhabitants never push their boundaries?
This timidness becomes more of an issue for her than it might for other people seeing as she has an affinity for theatre and stage performances. It isn’t so much the audience that bothers her but the new situation and new people. During her over summer theatre camps that she went to with friends she was able to do fairly well since she was able to settle in quicker. Now at a new college with few friends most of which she is still in the awkward phase around, Juliet is an artistic plane crash and Juliet has had to struggle her way through. She tries constantly but time after time Juliet finds herself with lights on her, staring at her fellow actors in the audition with brown eyes the size of saucers. She’s since learned to block out the audience, but ever since her high school drama teacher thought it would be funny to cast Juliet as Shakespearean Juliet, opposite a very gorgeous Romeo who made Juliet have a nervous breakdown, it doesn’t work so well for the other cast. It makes her angry every time and the anger of a timid girl often leads to more metaphorical plane crashes since she tries to fix her problem by finding awkward situations to ‘conquer’.
Even though it doesn’t seem it, Juliet is very frustrated with herself and her life. If she is friends with someone she is painfully open with them and will let them know just how angry she is with herself and the fact that since leaving high school she has not been able to further her life at all other than getting through her first two years of college. She has many wild and fantastic hopes and dreams, theatre being on the top of it but there are many others. Juliet had never lived the exciting or drama filled life of a teenager, her friends were pretty much always a stable group aside from a few fights peppered here and there. She’s never had the courage to even fix a boy she crushed on with more than a semi-creepy blank stare, she’s always wanted to learn to ride a horse, always wanted to go sailing or at least have some kind of adventure in life. But no, she doesn’t, sticking to the safety of feet firmly planted on the ground and the everyday routine.
Once Juliet is comfortable around a person it’s like opening a can of worms and all of Juliet‘s withheld personality comes gushing out. When she is shed of her inhibitions Juliet is almost an entirely different girl. Artistic and eloquent in her speech yet still very much a twenty year old girl. People who she can relax around find a strongly opinionated, stubborn, slightly brash yet well educated and perceptive young girl. She has fun practicing lines with stuffed animals and can be almost irritatingly motherly. She most certainly has a silly side, prone to dancing, throwing snowballs and being slightly annoying, though she is more frequently gentle and contemplative. She is always ready to be there for a friend and is the type who can talk to someone she knows just well enough for hours about nothing of no particular importance.
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hometown , Born in London, England, grew up in La Jolla, California
family , Pandora Lane(44) - Mother
Frankie Lane(45) - Father
Ashton Lane(23) - Brother
William Lane(21) - Brother
pets , Penelope, Miniature Horse, Six
history , Pandora Lane was the least likely woman to marry down. Well bred, rumored to have a portion of royalty in her blood line, white blonde hair, flawless skin, intelligent, an Oxford graduate and rich. She seemed groomed to be a trophy wife of someone vastly important, but much to everyone’s surprise the girl who had coolly dealt with her life being controlled all her life suddenly broke from the hold her family had on her, shocking every one when she left of her own vocation to travel the world the day after her graduation from Oxford. She has forever since distanced herself from her family and upon her return to London at 24, she settled down into a flat now that she had successfully severed herself from her family. That was why no one was really surprised when she took a most young man for a husband at 25, an American no less. It was a shotgun wedding of sorts, Frankie Lane had just moved to London with a friend, the both of them dreamers. Frankie was a young man who was covered in tattoos and muscle, ostentatious and bold. He worked as a mechanic, fixing and building motorcycles. It seemed unlikely, but Pandora entertained Frankie’s desire for the unobtainable and Frankie appeased Pandora’s need to go fast.
Believe it or not, a pair like this settled down near Frankie’s family in the states and has been together ever since.
They had three children together, Ashton being the first, a boy who took after his father, second was Will who was an intelligent mix of his mother and father who was followed by Juliet. Juliet was the dark horse of them all, neither her mother or father were quite sure if she got anything from them aside from some of their distinctive physical features, like her father’s eyes and his dark colored hair. They loved her anyway, supporting her through everything and sending her to theatre camp every summer. They grew up a normal family, or as normal as they could be. They were quite the tag team during school, the two boys more so with Juliet acting as the voice of reason. This was very much to Juliet’s disdain since her brothers were fiercely protective of her and were prone to even grilling her friends for so much as suggesting sneaking out at night in a passing joke. To say the least no boy was allowed to take interest in her, and when Will graduated Juliet was so used to having little to no contact that her awkwardness and caution took care of her family’s lack of protection.
From Juliet’s perspective however, her life seemed hectic. Her father was notoriously irresponsible while her mother was graceful and had the ability to manipulate her family with love, yet was susceptible to falling into her husband’s wild ways. It entailed many Christmases spent blowing up mailboxes with the three kids stuffed into the back of the truck with the dog across their laps. There were of course shouting matches where she claimed to be the only sane one in her family, but being the only girl next to her mother whose beauty overshadowed Juliet, it was only natural. The Lanes were in fact a very close knit family and at every play and performance it was a certainty that four of the front row seats would be filled. At least one parent was at every dance lesson they were allowed to attend, every acting class, took her to every book signing she wanted to go to and most certainly escorted all their children through every step to school up until the day even Juliet was embarrassed by their presence.
Despite her frequent annoyance with her family, Juliet has found it very difficult to separate from them and as a result for her freshman year of college went to a small community college nearby her parent’s home that her oldest brother was also attending. However she grew frustrated with her inability to put herself and for her second year has moved to the University of Chicago, terrified at the separation and entirely new environment yet stubbornly throwing herself into it. Since then Juliet has found herself two jobs while attending class, one working as a stage hand for the theatre program and another teaching children‘s ballet. With this extra money is how she came upon a small little miniature horse mare named Penelope by a happy mistake while at the humane society to help her friend pick out a puppy. The small mare was still thin and in need of a good bath when Juliet met her, but she didn’t have it in her to make the mare wait for a family another day. This is how Juliet and Penelope came to Caramel Rivers.
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Emptying out one of the crates of clothes and other lost items (as Feo didn’t much mind having a secretary mad at him for screwing up the organization. It was for a good cause and he had a knack for making people forgive him) into another and started putting the clothes he’d pulled aside in for Isaac, as well as the ones the boy had picked himself. Whether or not he didn’t like them was alright, since these clothes were due to be donated anyway so if they were the right size, he may as well have them. One never knew what would happen in a school like this, and Feodor may be lazy but he was too sympathetic to let all the other teachers deal with it. And with that hypnotic quality his voice could have, Feo was an invaluable resource for breaking up fights.
It was a little bit of an ego boost to hear the boy’s excitement and over all not-disgust at the idea of going shopping with the likes of him. He imagined it was more because of the idea of shopping in the present day, but Feo didn’t mind bending the truth just a little bit inside his head. “Are you kidding? I’m a music teacher, I have the easiest job in this entire school.” Feo said with a laugh. His job actually wasn’t all that easy, but he loved music, so it hardly felt like working at all. Did the curriculum not assign a mandatory amount of quizzes and two papers Feo wouldn’t assign any at all. And when he did give those out, Feo was always sure to smile really cute at a kid who really just wanted the extra credit of being his TA and grading papers for him.
Unfortunately Feo knew nothing of Isaac’s plans of escape, as he would have found them funny. The idea of someone running away from him was definitely a knee-slapper, since Feo was so loose he wouldn’t mind going around with Isaac. He would, however, feel bad if the boy ran away and got hurt or something, as such were the side effects of actually caring about the wellbeing of others. If worse came to worse, it wasn’t beyond Feo to attach a child harness to the boy, one that snapped between the shoulder blades so Isaac couldn’t undo it. Feo wasn’t beyond even taking a few more students, even though that would most certainly require borrowing a car. Not that Feo thought taking Isaac anywhere on the motorcycle, let alone shopping where there would be bags full of freshly bought items, was a good idea.
“We’ll wait till you’re more settled in and know more people though.” Feo said with a grin, reaching over to ruffle the boy’s hair and simultaneously pluck his jacket up off he boy’s shoulders. With a small chuckle Feo shed all the odd items he’d pulled over himself back into one of the boxes and pulled his jacket back on. Not quite the reaction he’d been hoping to get from the boy, but that was alright, he had seen a laugh that had been withdrawn on Isaac’s face. Feo’d get that out of him before the day was up. Which was possibly not a good thing considering Feo was the one who was going to be buying Isaac’s underwear.
A large grin planted itself on Feo’s face in response to Isaac’s blush, though he ushered the boy and himself out into the hallway, locking the door behind them. “No problem, I need to go out and get some donuts anyway.” Because they were cheaper at night, you never knew what kinds would be left over and grease on a playstation controller was only a good thing when caused by donuts. It was a good thing that Feo made the effort to make friends with a treadmill every other day, what with his love of food. Feo would’ve asked boxers or briefs, but surmised that the boy wouldn’t understand and he seemed a bit too touchy on the subject of undies to withstand an explanation. Which was inevitably going to happen if he was going to be here any length of time, but Feo rather him not pass out due to embarrassment.
“Well first we’ll run down and get your key, and then you got it. Oh, you probably need bed sheets too, don’t you? Ah, don’t worry about that, I’ll find you some by tonight.” Maybe his roommate had a separate pair he could steal borrow, as there had turned out to be only one bed in the room and Feo’s sheets had been the ones to make it there first. But Feo was sure he could find some by tonight, he was nice enough and good looking enough, despite not being technically gay.
They headed back down to the lobby, where Feo picked up Isaac’s key with a grin and a few jokes before they were soon heading up to the west wing. Room three was easy enough to find, especially seeing as this wing was the one he had lived in for a year now. “You need anything at all, I’m down in sixteen, or in the band room. Wait around by either door and I’m bound to show up soon. Don’t let these kids be mean to you now, you hear? I do have a pad full of detention slips I’ve barely used.” Feo said with a grin. Oh yes, he remembered his first detention, and how guilty he’d felt giving it, but kids really shouldn’t try to steal from him, even if they considered it borrowing. Kids wouldn’t hardly like him as much if it weren’t for his TV, after all.
It was a little bit of an ego boost to hear the boy’s excitement and over all not-disgust at the idea of going shopping with the likes of him. He imagined it was more because of the idea of shopping in the present day, but Feo didn’t mind bending the truth just a little bit inside his head. “Are you kidding? I’m a music teacher, I have the easiest job in this entire school.” Feo said with a laugh. His job actually wasn’t all that easy, but he loved music, so it hardly felt like working at all. Did the curriculum not assign a mandatory amount of quizzes and two papers Feo wouldn’t assign any at all. And when he did give those out, Feo was always sure to smile really cute at a kid who really just wanted the extra credit of being his TA and grading papers for him.
Unfortunately Feo knew nothing of Isaac’s plans of escape, as he would have found them funny. The idea of someone running away from him was definitely a knee-slapper, since Feo was so loose he wouldn’t mind going around with Isaac. He would, however, feel bad if the boy ran away and got hurt or something, as such were the side effects of actually caring about the wellbeing of others. If worse came to worse, it wasn’t beyond Feo to attach a child harness to the boy, one that snapped between the shoulder blades so Isaac couldn’t undo it. Feo wasn’t beyond even taking a few more students, even though that would most certainly require borrowing a car. Not that Feo thought taking Isaac anywhere on the motorcycle, let alone shopping where there would be bags full of freshly bought items, was a good idea.
“We’ll wait till you’re more settled in and know more people though.” Feo said with a grin, reaching over to ruffle the boy’s hair and simultaneously pluck his jacket up off he boy’s shoulders. With a small chuckle Feo shed all the odd items he’d pulled over himself back into one of the boxes and pulled his jacket back on. Not quite the reaction he’d been hoping to get from the boy, but that was alright, he had seen a laugh that had been withdrawn on Isaac’s face. Feo’d get that out of him before the day was up. Which was possibly not a good thing considering Feo was the one who was going to be buying Isaac’s underwear.
A large grin planted itself on Feo’s face in response to Isaac’s blush, though he ushered the boy and himself out into the hallway, locking the door behind them. “No problem, I need to go out and get some donuts anyway.” Because they were cheaper at night, you never knew what kinds would be left over and grease on a playstation controller was only a good thing when caused by donuts. It was a good thing that Feo made the effort to make friends with a treadmill every other day, what with his love of food. Feo would’ve asked boxers or briefs, but surmised that the boy wouldn’t understand and he seemed a bit too touchy on the subject of undies to withstand an explanation. Which was inevitably going to happen if he was going to be here any length of time, but Feo rather him not pass out due to embarrassment.
“Well first we’ll run down and get your key, and then you got it. Oh, you probably need bed sheets too, don’t you? Ah, don’t worry about that, I’ll find you some by tonight.” Maybe his roommate had a separate pair he could steal borrow, as there had turned out to be only one bed in the room and Feo’s sheets had been the ones to make it there first. But Feo was sure he could find some by tonight, he was nice enough and good looking enough, despite not being technically gay.
They headed back down to the lobby, where Feo picked up Isaac’s key with a grin and a few jokes before they were soon heading up to the west wing. Room three was easy enough to find, especially seeing as this wing was the one he had lived in for a year now. “You need anything at all, I’m down in sixteen, or in the band room. Wait around by either door and I’m bound to show up soon. Don’t let these kids be mean to you now, you hear? I do have a pad full of detention slips I’ve barely used.” Feo said with a grin. Oh yes, he remembered his first detention, and how guilty he’d felt giving it, but kids really shouldn’t try to steal from him, even if they considered it borrowing. Kids wouldn’t hardly like him as much if it weren’t for his TV, after all.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
