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Welcome to a toast to bad taste, a site based around the preparations of a hollywood wedding that has numerous things that could go wrong. from sneaky bridesmaids to pesky journalists, the spouses-to-be are getting stressed by the insane amount of attention dawning on them. the groom especially, since a recent interview as exposed that he might be getting to overwhelmed with hollywood life and might not be able to handle his bride. this can't be good since the rumor is true, even if the wedding party and their publicist are trying to cover this up.
so is all this preparations going to be for nothing? will things go up only to come back down on the day of? this is hollywood after all, before you can have your perfect hollywood wedding, you must first survive the hollywood engagement.
setting:
january 2009
los angeles, california
two weeks until the wedding
august 5, 2008
welcome to the site! please register with first, middle, and last name all in lower case. this is our grand opening, there are over seventy canons you can choose from. at this point, we're not accepting originals, but why would we when we have so many canons? look around the site, if you have questions you can ask the staff in the cbox.
Plot & Skin Images: Lainey
Lyrics By: Far-less
Skin: Shannon @ RCR
Sidebar: Dana
Coding Help: RCR
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 DAVIS, clarity mara
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a toast please for,
clarity mara davis
when you are with me, i am free
i am careless, i believe
above all the others we'll fly
this brings tears to my eyes. yeah, but only in real-life ,roleplayer ,name: sev
age: twenty
gender: female
years roleplaying: not many
other characters: none
just like the blind leading the blind ,character facts ,full name: clarity mara davis
gender: female
age: twenty
occupation: actress on 'l.a. baby'
canon group: wedding guest
portrayed by: kate bosworth
hair: blonde
eyes: blue
height: five feet four inches
weight: about a hundred and fifteen? i have no idea...
distinguishing features: i have pretty eyes, i'm told. though i think everyone does. i'm kind of plain looking, so nothing is really that distinguishing...
ooo but i can't think for myself ,character personality ,personality:
likes: video games, my car, music of all kinds, long phonecalls with my family, coca-cola, playing the piano, silver stuff, stripes, ancient history, my job, sixties fashion, cuddles, smiles, british television, stand upcomedy, random burts of happiness, public displays of affection, quiet nights in, big nights out, text messaging, the internet, vimto, smiles, the ocean, sunshine, rain, being happy, spending time with my friends.
dislikes: being single, racism, plagarism, being lied to, the beach, dresses, lies about her being anorexic, big earrings, bob geldof, cheap makeup, sly people, cunnivers, jealousy, being away from her parents too long, the papparazi, morons, conflict, making important decisions, american idol
flaws:
trusts people a little too easily, i end up getting hurt quite a bit...
i sometimes force my opinion on other people... sorry about that!
i'm far too overprotective of my friends. i'm usually the youngest out of them all, but i'm very mothering. it bugs people, a lot.
habits:
speaking in an english accent when i talk to my parents or close members of my family
i run out of the room if there is ever needles or injections on television
chewing on my nails, but i don't bite them off. my stlyist is always shouting at me for it...
strengths:
i'm very very friendly and i try my very best to get on with everyone
i will do anything to make people smile, i mean anything.
i'm a pretty good snowboarder, though i haven't done it in a long while
i'm very active with various charities, usually helping children
i give killer advice, you come see auntie clarity if you need anything!
weaknesses:
i get very homesick sometimes, i miss my family a lot when i'm not around them
i can't hold my drink very well... i am a very obnoxious drunk
i take what people say too much to heart... the press is very hurtful sometimes
i'm very insecure about myself on the inside, i don't think i'm good enough really
when you've lost your will to be ,character history ,originated from: los angeles, california
parents: andrea davis; 44; lawyer && anthony davis; 48; architect
siblings: jett davis; 18; college freshman
chloe davis; 14; still in school
emilie davis; 9; still in school
other: none
financial status: moderately rich, but i give a lot to charity and my family. i try not to be too greedy.
history: ( can be a detailed bullet points, birth - now )
a toast to bad taste ,for admins ,read the rules: yesss
name one you like: having fun is always good!
roleplay example: | QUOTE |
They led Reagan by the hand to the old mansion. She felt like a prisoner rather than someone who was apparently going to be saved in this place... it barely looked like it would be able to stand on its foundations, let alone save her from the hell that had emerged around her in the past three years. But at least it was a bit of stability... maybe that's what she needed after all. Reagan needed something, because Maxwell was probably getting absolutely sick of the one way conversations. She was a headcase, she knew it, but no shrink in the world would be able to figure her out. How could they, when she couldn't?
The police officer tried. She knew he did... She was just some messed up little kid. Reagan had no idea about her past, and yet asked for so much help in finding out where the hell she'd come from. Whether this sister that her aunt had mentioned all of those years ago, actually existed... where was she? Did she even know Reagan was alive? Was she even there? She couldn't really tell anyone about her mind you... they'd all think she was crazy. She thought she was crazy but she wasn’t too sure... She wasn’t too sure of anything anymore. But could she finally call this place a home? At least for a little while before they shipped out somewhere else to wander around again.
She wondered if it sounded a little sad, that had they not let her keep Maxwell, she'd have run away again? He was the only friend Reagan had ever known... He'd spoken not a word to her and never would for obvious reasons and yet at the same time she know he'd loved her more than anyone else ever had. Always happy to see her... always wanting hugs and cuddles and general warmth. Maybe Reagan could find another human who shared the same qualities... she doubted it. But maybe someone who would just... want to hang out. Get drunk every now and again? God, she didn't care... just someone constant in her life...
"Alright kid, this is it...", the officer said to her, taking his hand from her wrist and onto her shoulder as they stood on the doorstep. Her bag over her shoulder and Maxwell at the floor beside her as always, the leash loosely held with the other hand.
"This...? It's like something from a horror movie...", Reagan replied quietly. Maybe she was a bit overwhelmed... but it looked exactly like your cliche haunted house. It was creepy... but at the same time insanely cool. Maxwell whimpered a little and ran behind her ankles. Reagan knelt down, stroking the back of his ears like she knew he loved.
"Hey Max... it's all good. I bet there's a bunch of other dogs there too... We can both make friends yeah??", she comforted her only friend.
The police officer on the other hand was looking at her like the nutcase she undoubtedly was. Reagan cleared her throat, standing up to her feet once more before taking a deep breath and nodding to herself.
"Alright... I'm ready...", she informed him as he knocked on the door, for it to be answered by a warm looking lady. But ever since the never-ending problems with her aunt Reagan had always been wary of older women. Even shop assistants, even ones just out in the street with their kids. she avoided at all costs... just because of her issues. But, Reagan needed to make a good impression if she wanted to stick around, so she forced out the most convincing smile she could as the woman beamed back at her. She wasn't faking it... and soon, Reagan found the sincerity of her own reactions growing. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful...? |
credit: format by lainey, lyrics by far-less
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