welcome to northhardings, pennsylvania!
northhadings and aronsburg having been fighting for years over everything. mostly revolving around the two the high schools. from sports titles, to beauty queens they fight to win. rivalry week has always been big one week before each school's homecoming game. vandalize the school, kidnap the mascot, or destroy the quarterback's car, both schools will do it. spirit is high from everyone in each school and they're all very competitive. whether they choose to continue rivalry week this year is unknown. it would be pointless since they're school mates this year.
but a simple earthquake couldn't beat down years of rivalry could it?
northhardings, pennsylvania
september 2010
it's starting to get chilly
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 victoria jane vanceis an aronsburg high school student . LOOK DOWN YOUR STREET FOR ME . hey, i'm jamie, and i'm thirteen years of age. i've
been roleplaying for a couple of months and i found this lovely site
through random surfing through roleplaying forum. you can contact me on pm as
well as (just PM please =D). i'm also
in charge of no other characters .
I'M ALONE BUT I'M NOT LONELY .
hey, my name is victoria jane vance, pleased to meet you. although
most of my friends call me vicky, tory, jane, janey, and v.j.. i was born on the
june 8, 1993 and i'm seventeen years old. i have bright red
hair and light pool blue eyes, and everyone seems too notice my infinite amount of freckles.
people say that i look a lot like cintia dicker.
my ancestors come from france. maybe that's
where i get my looks! i'm pretty sure that straight is the thing for me
MAYBE IT'S THIS THING IN MY CHEST . some of my favourite things are: studying, reading, getting good grades, spirited debates, politics, true love, coffee lattés, getting up early in the mornings, becoming valedictorian for her year, swimming, the sun, her family, boys (as long as they don’t get in the way of school), school, her friends, the library, staying up late in bed to finish a good book, having something to do, converses, sneakers, playing tennis, exercising, keeping her body in shape, being organized, drawing, painting, nature and wilderness, parties (as long as they don’t get too wild), music (as long as its not blasting out from the speakers), realistic things
but i tend to hate: being distracted when studying, junk food, singing, sleeping in, crazy out of control parties, loud music, sex, drugs, annoying girl crazy boys who take ever opportunity to flirt and vise versa, being bored, high heels, over-excessive shopping, freakish girly girls, messy things, people who cheat/copy off her homework/tests, snobs, gossip/gossipers, so-called “popular people,” drama, getting out of shape, becoming sick, people obsessed with unimportant things, child molesters, rapers, racist people, getting a grade below an A+, fairytales, unrealistic things, superstitions, superstitious people, people who make big deals out of very small situations, jocks, wannabe jocks
i think i'm pretty cool, seeing as: i’m smart, organized, neat, confident, and independant some people say i'm:
too obsessed with grades, hot-tempered, a grudge holder, and i’m irritated too easily
you know i have this terrible habit of studying, correcting people’s mistakes, and biting the insides of my cheeks.
when i'm in that mood i like intelligence, organization, cute smiles, humor, hot looks (has to be extremely hot). and just so
you know, messy, slobs, snobs, sluts, twenty-four-seven flirting, drugs, sex, whores totally kill the mood!
i don't like to tell people that bad grades, not becoming valedictorian, loss of a loved one, scare the living
shit out of me. but you know i have plans, one day i'll become valedictorian, become successful in life, make a difference in the world, fall in love, and raise a family
if i, or someone else, was asked to describe myself
i guess it would go something like this:
Let’s just face the truth: Vicky here is a bit too obsessed with school. Unlike the average teenager, Victoria works herself to her best, though somehow she is never satisfied with her good grades even when a higher grade wasn’t possible. She wants to achieve higher, to become better than the rest of her peers. She wants to achieve. She wants to make a difference in the world. Awards and high grades aren’t enough for her. She has her whole life planned out already, learning from her mother’s mistakes. Like the rest of her life, Victoria likes to plan everything out, thinking before she acts. She doesn’t want to be the cause of mistakes, and obviously, she does not believe in learning from your own mistakes. Learning from other people’s mistakes, yes, but not her own. She refused to make mistakes. Being so neat and organized, everything has to be perfect for her. Victoria might as well be the closest that any human is going to get to perfect. And through her perfect grades and perfect studies, she is not going to let anything get in the way of her school stuff. Not even her changing hormones even change the direction of things from books and guys. Well, maybe a little. A little. But it’s extremely unlikely. In her well-thought out life, she plans to fall in love and marry when she’s settled in with a job and a house. She doesn’t even want to consider the fact that she would have to marry just to have a husband to depend on; independence is a second nature to Victoria.
Getting passed all this school junk, Victoria is a really nice person to have as a friend, especially a best friend. She’d always be there for you, getting your back when you need it. Plus she can get along with both genders, as in not really seeing anything about the two of them, not counting physically. You could trust her with secrets completely; this girl is extremely against in gossiping and there is no way her lips would spill for you. Unless…you use her. Backstabbing, cheating her out, all of that crap. You see, lil’ Vic can get a bit too angry. Then maybe her mouth would slip out of her anger. Easily angered as she is, nobody wants Ms. Vance mad. No one. Only two times has she ever become so angry, one for being backstabbed by her best friend in junior high and one for finding out that her first boyfriend was cheating on her in her early high school years. Both times needed a lot of time to recover since she had felt terribly devastated and sad yet also extremely angry. Ever since, she hadn’t gotten another boyfriend, just crushed from afar. As for friends..well its hard to resist. Besides being such a hot-headed person and all friendly, catch her in a good mood and Victoria can be real fun and outgoing to be with fun. All she needs is a person to make her relax and really open up that side of her personality. Always shut up in a random book, it would be a nice change for her though they’d have to be really good persuaders since she’s extremely hard to convince.
Being such an intelligent person, Victoria is a not a believer of the fact that magic or fictional things could be real. She may enjoy reading fantasy and fiction once in a while, but never had she ever had to ask her mother to come and check her closet from monsters. The one thing that irritates her most about the effect fictional fantasies could have on people are superstitions. Black cats, Friday the thirteenth…”it’s all bullshit,” she says. It annoys Victoria so bad, that sometimes she just wants to puke on the person. Are they all stupid, she would sometimes wonder in her mind. How could they believe that such things could be true? Come to think of it, extremely dumb people annoy her as well. Let’s just put it this way: Victoria gets annoyed easily. People who make a big deal out of everything and jocks especially…some of the lot that really drive her bonkers.
YOU DON'T MAKE IT EASY BABE . i was born to clarabelle elliot vance (nee rouseau) and edgardo jacques vance
in france. it was okay, because my mother was a
fashion designer and my dad was a explorer. as for siblings, i've
got one of them, and here's a little bit about them:brother ____ ____ vance, 15, sophmore student and if my life were an autobiography on the new york best seller's list,
then my book would probably go something like this:
Victoria Jane Vance was born on June 8, 1993 in Venice, France when a famous fashion designer and an explorer fell in love and reproduced. The two parents thought they had started a wonderful life there in Venice, finally settling down. Mr. Vance had to constantly postpone future traveling to attain to his family’s needs. The money was cut by quite a bit, but that did not mean they were poor; before they had been extremely wealthy, due to the wealth of the family that Mrs. Vance came from. Her parents were able to support her throughout all their money troubles and through love, Edgardo was willing to later quit from his long-life dream job to be with his family. So far things were going great; they had started a cozy family and life was good. Through two years, Victoria grew up as a happy child, being rather bright as well. She was able to absorb all the concepts and logics in all the toys and picture books given to her growth of mind at her young age. By the age of three, she understood the alphabet of French language and read it fluently as well as talk fluently. The two parents were both shocked at their daughter’s amazing learning capacity and her bright mind. Always wanting to learn the language of English herself, Clarabelle had a special tutor teach her the fascinating language and Victoria easily grasped on. By the end of the year, little Victoria Vance was no longer an only child. Her baby brother was born, two years younger than she was.
One month after the birth of Victoria’s little brother, Mrs. Vance had gotten a job offer at Aronsburg, Pennsylvania, to have her own fashion studio and double the raise that she was given here in France. It was her dream come true for her and she had always wanted to go to America, to see the place that was so often talked about among her friends. It was all worth it, to leave family and friends to go to a new place with new people, to start over. Even though he was a bit reluctant about it, the man of the family agreed to come along though possibly getting a job when they arrived as an engineer, using the degree he had gotten before he decided to become an explorer.
So there they were, a few days later, moved into a new house and just starting to get used to their new community. For quite some time, Victoria would translate what her parents would say until they began to learn the language though they had quite an accent. Victoria was the only one out of the two children to have a slight edge of an accent when she spoke English. Many people adored the bit of French that would come out when she opened her mouth. She was a lovable child and there wasn’t much to resent about her. Though through preschool, she had very few friends since she rarely interacted with other children. Instead, she would read books and play with the blocks creating rather complicated designs for a three-year-old. The only person she ever played with was her little brother, trying to teach him how to read and holding him in her lap. Her parents would laugh at how grown-up she would act with her sibling.
As the years went by, Victoria opened up a bit more to people and got real friends, not just people she would say hello to. It was also becoming apparent that she was above the other children school wise. She was rather devoted into getting the highest grades; after receiving grades, she would ask nearly everyone what they got to make sure she was still on top. She just had to. So now it was certain; she was a competitive person when it came to grades. At first, her parents were thrilled at the fact that he was so into her grades and schoolwork, to learn something. But then it became something more of an addiction. Every piece of her time seemed to be spent on reading books, studying even when there was no test, and so on. By the beginning of middle school, Mr. and Mrs. Vance decided to give there daughter a break from all of it. They never imagined that they would have a such a problem when Victoria was born. An addiction to something, yes, but definitely not school. She also started trying to get her brother to be a bookworm as well, giving him tutoring and extra curricular whether he liked it or not. And even the summer vacation to a tour around countries in Europe (Germany, London, Scotland, Ireland) did not work; instead, it sought out new ideas in her mind, being influences by international experiences and cultures only raised her interest in learning more about the world.
In the end, the two decided to leave their daughter be, after all, what could be so bad about having the crave to learn? In fact, it should be the dreams of most parents that they would have for their children. But they gave there Victoria a little warning that if she did not interact with people more than interacting with a piece of paper, she would not be allowed to go to the library. (Yeah, strange punishment, eh?) To keep her privilege from diminishing, she decreased the amount of times she visited the public library; maybe her parents did have a point, she had thought. By that time, she had finished almost half the books at the place. After a few months in middle school, her parents did see a slight improvement since before; instead of always bringing books home, she would occasionally bring a friend over. And even once in a while it would be a mere peer, only coming for a tutor.
As for boys, Victoria did not mind them much. Yes, she had crushes on them. Yes, she was friends with some of them. But she had always turned them down when they asked her out, thinking it would get in the way of her studies. After she settled in to a house, with a degree from a university, would she ever decide to get a real boyfriend and date and marry. But that future plan did not stop her from having a little from. At her first year in high school, Victoria just couldn’t resist. With her hormones growing at full speed, it was hard to say no to the guy she had crushed for several years now. For exactly two weeks they dated, until Victoria found out. She wasn’t the only girl in her boyfriend’s life; he was cheating on her. She felt a sudden out rage erupting inside of her and yet a terrible pain and sadness that throbbed at the left side of her chest. Was she not enough for him? But how could he? They got along so well, what more could he want? Well according to him, he just thought Victoria wasn’t a good kisser, so he got his daily intake of making out from another little lady. The least she could do to him that would not put her in too much trouble was to punch him. And she did. Both of them went home bleeding that night; her ex literally and Victoria herself figuratively. It took an extremely long while to calm her down. The temper tantrums that she threw…Clara and Ed just weren’t used to it. But it was her grades that snapped Victoria out of it. Her performance in school was starting to go down a bit. She was back in the game. She would let nothing stand between her and her grades. Nothing. Her irritated hot-tempered personality didn’t let that happen at least. People knew their boundaries around Victoria.
Victoria and her family were lucky. Lucky that they picked to go to France to visit family and friends the exact same summer that the earthquake occurred. They came back and suddenly they were living in an apartment in the rivaling town Northhardings. Victoria had never really cared about the whole rivalry thing; she was one of the few who stayed behind when it came to pranks and competitions. Unless it was something related to academics, then she was totally in. But the way people from the town treated her just because she was from Aronsburg was outrageous. The prejudice shocked Victoria. But hey, she was going to have to get used to it until the other town was rebuilt. This might just take a while.
I FEEL I'M OWED SOME JOY . i want my member title to be ``operation [B O O K W O R M]. as for a sample of what i can offer, well,
here you go: this is how we'll stand when they tear our houses down
this is how we'll sing, oh
member title: ``you’re a v e r a ge 1st impression
roleplay sample:[list]
((from one of my posts at a twilight rpg))
 `` girls just want to have F U N``
Olivia took a quick glance into the rear mirror, taking a glance at Forks for a moment, seeing it slowly fade away as she entered La Push. The wind blew fiercely in her face as her fiery red hair blew in all directions except in her face. Her soft blue eyes concentrated on the road as she drove across the neighborhood in her mother’s gift for her seventeenth birthday, a red MINI Cooper. Her face was close to white at the moment, which made her freckles stand out even worse than usual. And her freckles weren’t the only thing that was red; so was her top. It was a wool sweater, something that you would normally see Olivia in. But it was quiet, she was alone, and most of all, she was bored. She wasn’t used to being this bored; she was mostly always in the middle of action, whether it be while she’s just hanging out with her friends (which usually didn’t turn out so calm) or being on the field playing football. Olivia always felt somewhat excited, yet she did not show it to everybody. She was portrayed as a laid-back person; only loud and obnoxious when necessary. She always followed the guy code, and well, she didn’t even know the girl’s one. And she usually became bored when she was lonely, even if there was something for her to do. Before school was out, she would always felt left out in the locker rooms when none of her friends would be in there and she would be surrounded with girls she barely knew besides their names. Maybe if she tried, maybe just attempted a friendship with a girl, they could really hit it off. But from prior experience, she knew very well that it wouldn’t turn out so well. The problem was that she didn’t know how to strike a conversation with another girl. Even if she got along great with her mom, well, that was her mom. She’d just had to face it; she’d never have any true girl friends besides her mother.
Speaking of her mother, it was really the reason why Olivia felt so lonely and bored at the moment. With her best friend gone for vacation and all her other friends in summer school at the moment, she had previously been rotting her brain on the television and the computer, not even getting off of the thing for even her daily serving of chocolate. Ms. Wilder got worried about how addicted her daughter had suddenly gotten to the two machines, apparently multi-tasking my watching television and being on the computer at the same time, and sent her daughter to get some fresh air, maybe go for a drive with the windows open. Olivia loved her mother dearly, for she was the best girl friend that she was supposed to have and she had always listened to her. Plus, she never even lied to the woman, unless the situation was calling up on it. So after a “one sec,” it took Olivia ten minutes to transition off the both of them and manage to regain her consciousness on how to think straight. And apparently, by the time she was on the road, she had gotten lost in thought, wandering onto what she would have been doing at that moment if she wasn’t so lonely. It must’ve been quite some time that she had been distracted by thoughts like that because the next thing she knew, her MINI Cooper had just entered the Indian reservation otherwise known as La Push. Olivia had been there only a couple of times; sometimes she would tag along with her mother to go see one of her old friends from school. It was a pretty nice place to be, considering how cloudy and gloomy Forks could get sometimes, whether it be summer or winter. And as she was suddenly aware of where she was at, Olivia rubbed her eyes with one hand for a second then kept on driving. Whatever she did, she’d go back home just in time for dinner as she had promised.
In the distance, Olivia spotted First Beach, a popular beach at La Push. Once when she was little, she had seen a bonfire at the place as she and her family had passed by in their car, on a road trip. She had heard from some of her friends who had used to live in La Push that it would always be some people there, either just enjoying the scenery or having a beach party. However, as she approached, she noticed something. No one was there. The ocean was calm, with occasional small waves washing the sandy shores, but besides that, there weren’t many sounds. In fact, La Push didn’t seem to be very crowded itself. Now that she realized it, Olivia did not remember seeing many people on her way here. Somehow, the whole place seemed deserted. Either that or Olivia was feeling real lonely. Even the sight of a human being, could rejoice her a bit. She parked her car on the side near the crooked wooden fence that divided the road from the beach. Unlocking the doors, Olivia got out, slammed the doors, and forgot to lock them. Instead of going around to the entrance, she jumped over the fence, landing on both feet. She almost lost her balance for a moment, but regained it after a bit. Then Olivia bent down and took off her flip-flops. When her bare feet touched the sandy ground, she felt a tingling sensation run through her, making her want to run and shout like a little child. The hell with it. No one was there. So that’s exactly what she did. Eventually, she ended up inside the watery waves and was splashing about in them, not even caring that her new jeans now were completely wet.post
this is how we'll dance when they try to take us down
this is what we'll be, oh glory
not the longest one you've ever done, thanks.
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