Post by stephaniegarnier on Dec 22, 2009 14:14:55 GMT -5
stéphanie diane garnier .
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SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
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hey there, my name is stéphanie diane garnier.
and i've been around this planet for seventeen years.
i blow out out those candles on september 13.
oh and, dancing is my thing, and i'm here to learn all i can about.
and i've been around this planet for seventeen years.
i blow out out those candles on september 13.
oh and, dancing is my thing, and i'm here to learn all i can about.
IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground
until she hit’s the ground
NICKNAMES: steph, or else.
AGE: seventeen.
GENDER: female.
GRADE: if twelfth.
CANON OR NON-CANON:canon [/SIZE][/font]
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I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away
here before but we never looked away
HAIR COLOR: light brown/dark blond
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5'8" and 145 pounds.
APPEARANCE: Steph has an oval shaped face with bright blue eyes. She has long, thin, dark blond/light brown colored hair. She has always considered herself tall, although in reality, she is about average height for a female. At one hundred and forty five pounds, she isn't necessarily over weight, but she certainly isn't tiny for her height, either. Although she knows she could look much better, Steph doesn't force herself to care too much--instead she throws herself into other things, figuring that she doesn't have too much to do about her appearance. She refuses to change her hair color, no matter how boring it may be.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose
with one more night what’s left to lose
-Golden retrievers happen to be her favorite breed of dog, but she likes dogs in general.
-Reading and writing have always been things that she does in her spare time--she's a bookworm.
-Getting dressed up. It doesn't matter if the occasion is special or not, chances are, if she's going out of the house, she'll wear something a bit nicer.
-Studying the English language, in general.
-Traveling, especially to historical sites like Lexington and Concord Massachusetts.
-Spending time with friends.
-Especially if the above happens to be out shopping.
-Good music, especially if it's country music. Not the old twangy stuff, though--the more modern stuff.
-Most baked goods.
-Dancing, of course.
DISLIKES:
-Steph's a true dog person, and absolutely despises cats.
-Most sports besides dancing.
-Especially when she has to watch other sports on television with a bunch of screaming people around her.
-People--herself included--being sick, therefore making her feel sick.
-She tends to avoid any sort of doctors--pediatricians, dentists, orthodontists, etc.
-The sight of blood both disgusts her and makes her feel ill, something she isn't too happy about.
-Smoking, drugs, and alcohol all make her squirm.
-Snakes, spiders, and most bugs make her scream.
-People who are rude.
HOPES:
-To find some nice people here.
-It'd be even nicer if she could find a boyfriend...
-She'd really like to get into a professional dance school.
-Or she'd like to become an English teacher.
-Eventually, she'd like to get married.
FEARS:
-Remaining single her entire life.
-She's terrified of heights--she doesn't do too well in airplanes.
-Blood: the sight of it, or the thought of it.
-Getting really sick, then feeling even worse because of it.
-Creepy crawlies.
SECRETS:
-I visited my ex-boyfriend only to have his roommate tell me he was with his girlfriend
PERSONALITY: Steph has always been quite arrogant. She doesn't like people getting into her business, and she does not like to show her weak side to people--especially people that she doesn't know. She hates feeling as if people are being sympathetic towards her, and wishes that people would stick out of her own business.
Steph's arrogance has led her to be resilient. Since she can't stand people getting into her personal business, and she doesn't like being sad around people, she has forced herself to deal with things quickly. Often times, she won't let something sit in the front of her mind for long, although she still may be thinking about it in the back of her head. She doesn't like when stuff gets to her, so she tries to avoid it happening.
Steph has always been a true romantic. She loves sappy, lovey-dovey movies, and absolutely adores making boyfriends watch them with her. Ever since she was able to understand what her parents were saying, she constantly had them tell her their story over and over again, and loves all of the romantic things about the story.
Steph is quite creative. As a young girl, she was always doing crafts of all different sorts--and, therefore, always making a mess around her parents house--and she loved to paint. She believes that this is why she is good at languages and art classes, and why she is bad at maths and sciences. This is what landed her at Hallow's Creek.
Steph has always been quite determined. She believes that if she truly sets her mind to something, she can truly do it--and she won't give up until she accomplishes her goal.
Everything being perfect is something that Steph has always wanted. She's quite the perfectionist, and can't stand little errors. If she is doing a sentence or a problem, and notices one small thing that is wrong, she erases the entire sentence or problem and redoes it again, hoping for the best the second time. [/SIZE][/font]
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WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
FATHER: jaques paul garnier, forty years old, a bank teller.
PETS: a golden retriever, named bingo, who is four years old.
HISTORY: Steph's life is quite simple--no deaths of parents, no divorcing or separating of the parents, nothing...too extreme.
At five years old, her parents decided that they wanted to try and live the American dream. They were young--twenty five and twenty seven--and Paris's economy wasn't too wonderful (mm, probably not true, buuuut that's what imagination is for!). America was the land of the Great and of the Beautiful, so why not try it there, they figured?
Steph wasn't too happy about it--she would miss her little group of five year old friends, and America didn't sound like fun--she'd have to go to school right when they got there, and she didn't know if she'd be able to make enough friends.
It took them another year or so, but they finally got themselves moved to American, and Steph was immediately enrolled in the first grade.[/font]
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WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about
wall lets show the world what we are about
MEMBER NAME: alli
WHO REFFERED YOU: oh, i dunno, i only created the site and all <3
RP SAMPLE:
“I still can’t believe that the two of you actually went through with the divorce… Sophie is so young, and the poor girl has to deal with her parents never being together for her entire life… You know, Diane, a lot of studies say that children with divorced parents have more issues throughout their life—relationship issues, personal issues, etc. I really hope that nothing happens to Sophie.”
Diane Adelie Ryan let out a sigh as she listened to her mother talk, rolling her green-blue eyes. “Mother, Sophie is not going to have any behavior issues, nor is she going to have relationship issues. Andrew and I are working on making life as normal as possible for Sophie, and I’m sure that she’ll be just fine.”
“Well, Di,” her mother said, using the nickname that Diane had had since she was born, “I’m just informing you of what studies say. I’m not saying that I want Soph to have any problems, or that I think she will, I’m just warning you that it very well could happen, since it seems to happen with a lot of other children.”
Diane let out a sigh once more. “Mother, will you please stop? I’m terrified enough about Sophie with the two of us being separated, I really don’t need to hear anything else about how many problems she could have. No parent ever wants to hear that about their child. How would you feel if your mother told you that I may have problems because you and my father were divorced? I know that you never were, but you wouldn’t want your mother to be telling you that, either. Please just stop talking about it, alright? I really don’t want to think about it.”
“Well, Diane, it’s something that you and he are going to have to think about.”
Diane rolled her eyes, and then glanced over at the clock. “Oh, Mum, speaking of Soph, I have to go—I have to be at Andrew’s house to pick her up in about half an hour, and chances are it’ll take me about that long to get there.”
“You’re making that up. You just don’t want to talk to me, since I’ve put reality in front of your eyes.”
“That is not true, Mother. I have to go to pick Sophie up. If you don’t believe me, feel free to call Andrew. And while you’re at it, why don’t you tell him about how Sophie could come across problems later on in her life, and how upset you are that we got a divorce, since all married couples are supposed to stay married ‘for better or for worse’ and we’re supposed to take care of each other for our entire lives, and how we’re supposed to be together ‘till death do us part’ and whatever. I’m sure he’ll love it just as much as I do—hey, he may even listen to you. But I have to go, Mother, or else I’m going to be late.” An aggravated and short tone had now come to the thirty year olds voice as she stood up from her bed, letting out a sigh as did so.
“Whatever you say, Diane.” Her mother retorted, sighing as her daughter ranted. “Oh, Diane, don’t talk to your mother like that. It’s rude. It isn’t my fault that you got married young and things didn’t work out. If you were like me and your father, and you had waited, you wouldn’t have any problems.”
“Oh, good lord, Mum. Will you please stop?” Diane let out an aggravated sigh as she walked over to her dresser, running a brush through her long, thick, dark brown, curly hair, brushing the front of it back so that she could put her hair in a pony tail once she finally got her mother to shut up.
“No, I won’t. Not until you fix things with him. When you marry somebody, it is your responsibility—as well as your spouse’s—to make things work, no matter how terrible things may be. There are marriage counselors, and your father and I are more than willing to pay for one, if you two will cooperate and make it work.”
“Did you ever think that maybe he doesn’t want to make it work? Mum, I really have to go. I don’t have time for this. I haven’t seen Sophie all weekend, and I want to see my daughter.”
“Fine. I’ll talk to you later. Make sure Andrew is assured that your father and I are willing to pay for marriage counseling if you two want it.”
Diane rolled her eyes once more. “Whatever you say, Mother. Goodbye.” With that, Di hung up on her mother, refusing to let her go into another rant. Sighing, Di grabbed a hair elastic and quickly put her hair into a ponytail before she rushed downstairs, grabbing her keys, purse, and cell phone before slipping a pair of black high heels on and heading out the door.
“Damn it.” She mumbled under her breath as she got into the car, sighing. Her mother had chewed up another ten minutes of Diane’s time, and that meant that she didn’t have time to stop and get herself and Andrew a cup of coffee, and Sophie a doughnut. Deciding if she hurried, she would be able to, Di put the keys in the ignition, tossed her purse onto the passenger seat, plugged her cell phone into the charger and then backed out of the parking lot.
A few minutes later, Di arrived at the Dunkin’ Doughnuts that was right down the street from her house, and she ran in, getting her daughter a doughnut and two coffees; one the way that Andrew liked his, and one the way that she liked hers.
After getting a tray for the drinks, Di returned to her car and quickly got in, placing the drinks in the cup holders before she turned the car on, backing out of the parking lot before driving to the highway.
Glad that the traffic was basically non-existent, and she didn’t see any cops nearby, Di drove a little bit faster than she normally would have if she hadn’t been so rushed. She shouldn’t have let her mother rant to her…
About fifteen minutes later, Di arrived at Andrew’s house, letting out a sigh of relief that she was a little bit early. It was only by a minute or two, but she wasn’t late. And that was all that mattered. She still needed to look like the punctual woman that she had always been, and she couldn’t let Andrew get on her tail for being a minute late once.
Taking the two coffees, she returned them to the tray, and then placed the bag with the doughnut in the middle before she got out of the car, grabbing her purse. Placing the tray on top of the car, she took the keys out of the ignition, locked the doors, and tossed her keys in her purse before putting her purse on her shoulder. Grabbing the tray from the top of the car, she closed the door then walked up to the house.
Taking a deep breath, Di paused for a moment before she pressed a finger to the doorbell, hoping more than anything that things would go well, and that the extra time that she had taken out at the car to get herself and everything out hadn’t made her late.
Diane Adelie Ryan let out a sigh as she listened to her mother talk, rolling her green-blue eyes. “Mother, Sophie is not going to have any behavior issues, nor is she going to have relationship issues. Andrew and I are working on making life as normal as possible for Sophie, and I’m sure that she’ll be just fine.”
“Well, Di,” her mother said, using the nickname that Diane had had since she was born, “I’m just informing you of what studies say. I’m not saying that I want Soph to have any problems, or that I think she will, I’m just warning you that it very well could happen, since it seems to happen with a lot of other children.”
Diane let out a sigh once more. “Mother, will you please stop? I’m terrified enough about Sophie with the two of us being separated, I really don’t need to hear anything else about how many problems she could have. No parent ever wants to hear that about their child. How would you feel if your mother told you that I may have problems because you and my father were divorced? I know that you never were, but you wouldn’t want your mother to be telling you that, either. Please just stop talking about it, alright? I really don’t want to think about it.”
“Well, Diane, it’s something that you and he are going to have to think about.”
Diane rolled her eyes, and then glanced over at the clock. “Oh, Mum, speaking of Soph, I have to go—I have to be at Andrew’s house to pick her up in about half an hour, and chances are it’ll take me about that long to get there.”
“You’re making that up. You just don’t want to talk to me, since I’ve put reality in front of your eyes.”
“That is not true, Mother. I have to go to pick Sophie up. If you don’t believe me, feel free to call Andrew. And while you’re at it, why don’t you tell him about how Sophie could come across problems later on in her life, and how upset you are that we got a divorce, since all married couples are supposed to stay married ‘for better or for worse’ and we’re supposed to take care of each other for our entire lives, and how we’re supposed to be together ‘till death do us part’ and whatever. I’m sure he’ll love it just as much as I do—hey, he may even listen to you. But I have to go, Mother, or else I’m going to be late.” An aggravated and short tone had now come to the thirty year olds voice as she stood up from her bed, letting out a sigh as did so.
“Whatever you say, Diane.” Her mother retorted, sighing as her daughter ranted. “Oh, Diane, don’t talk to your mother like that. It’s rude. It isn’t my fault that you got married young and things didn’t work out. If you were like me and your father, and you had waited, you wouldn’t have any problems.”
“Oh, good lord, Mum. Will you please stop?” Diane let out an aggravated sigh as she walked over to her dresser, running a brush through her long, thick, dark brown, curly hair, brushing the front of it back so that she could put her hair in a pony tail once she finally got her mother to shut up.
“No, I won’t. Not until you fix things with him. When you marry somebody, it is your responsibility—as well as your spouse’s—to make things work, no matter how terrible things may be. There are marriage counselors, and your father and I are more than willing to pay for one, if you two will cooperate and make it work.”
“Did you ever think that maybe he doesn’t want to make it work? Mum, I really have to go. I don’t have time for this. I haven’t seen Sophie all weekend, and I want to see my daughter.”
“Fine. I’ll talk to you later. Make sure Andrew is assured that your father and I are willing to pay for marriage counseling if you two want it.”
Diane rolled her eyes once more. “Whatever you say, Mother. Goodbye.” With that, Di hung up on her mother, refusing to let her go into another rant. Sighing, Di grabbed a hair elastic and quickly put her hair into a ponytail before she rushed downstairs, grabbing her keys, purse, and cell phone before slipping a pair of black high heels on and heading out the door.
“Damn it.” She mumbled under her breath as she got into the car, sighing. Her mother had chewed up another ten minutes of Diane’s time, and that meant that she didn’t have time to stop and get herself and Andrew a cup of coffee, and Sophie a doughnut. Deciding if she hurried, she would be able to, Di put the keys in the ignition, tossed her purse onto the passenger seat, plugged her cell phone into the charger and then backed out of the parking lot.
A few minutes later, Di arrived at the Dunkin’ Doughnuts that was right down the street from her house, and she ran in, getting her daughter a doughnut and two coffees; one the way that Andrew liked his, and one the way that she liked hers.
After getting a tray for the drinks, Di returned to her car and quickly got in, placing the drinks in the cup holders before she turned the car on, backing out of the parking lot before driving to the highway.
Glad that the traffic was basically non-existent, and she didn’t see any cops nearby, Di drove a little bit faster than she normally would have if she hadn’t been so rushed. She shouldn’t have let her mother rant to her…
About fifteen minutes later, Di arrived at Andrew’s house, letting out a sigh of relief that she was a little bit early. It was only by a minute or two, but she wasn’t late. And that was all that mattered. She still needed to look like the punctual woman that she had always been, and she couldn’t let Andrew get on her tail for being a minute late once.
Taking the two coffees, she returned them to the tray, and then placed the bag with the doughnut in the middle before she got out of the car, grabbing her purse. Placing the tray on top of the car, she took the keys out of the ignition, locked the doors, and tossed her keys in her purse before putting her purse on her shoulder. Grabbing the tray from the top of the car, she closed the door then walked up to the house.
Taking a deep breath, Di paused for a moment before she pressed a finger to the doorbell, hoping more than anything that things would go well, and that the extra time that she had taken out at the car to get herself and everything out hadn’t made her late.
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lyrics are Best Beating Heart by Sing It Loud.
This was made for this site, do not steal or
remove this credit!!