Post by yoda on May 7, 2010 11:52:13 GMT -5
SARA ELIZABETH BOOHER
FULL NAME: Sara Elizabeth Booher
NICKNAMES: Sara, “Fluffy”
AGE: Seventeen
PREFERENCE: Straight
HOMETOWN: Mount Union, Pennsylvania
CLASS STATUS: Lower Class
CURRENT STATUS: Single
MEMBER GROUP: high school
PLAY BY: Alexandra Daddario
FAVORITE FOOD?
Chicken Pizzoli. It‘s a sub made with chunks of juicy chicken, pepperoni, sauce, melted mozzarella cheese, and bacon on a toasted Italian Herb and Cheese roll from Subway.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
Yes
FAVORITE COLOR?
White
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
Yes
FAVORITE DRINK?
Cherry flavored Dr. Pepper
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
Hopefully at least engaged, if not married. Though I definitely want to go to college and find a job that I like, and is more like fun than it is work.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Halloween
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
That I‘m a foster child, have been since I turned sixteen.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
Night
NAME A FANTASY?
I do have this fantasy about losing my virginity, but I don‘t really think that I want to give you the details. I‘ll just say that it happens on the bathroom floor, the boy is naked and sitting with his back against the wall, head just beneath the towel bar, his arms reaching up as he holds onto the towel bar. Then I walk in, wearing nothing but a towel, and as the towel falls from around my body, the boy can‘t help but to look at me, looking in my ears. Smiling at him, I walk over to him, straddle him, and begin to kiss him. Softly nibbling on his bottom lip, he returns my kiss, gently dipping his tongue into my mouth. As I slide one one to the back of his head, my fingers lacing in his dark hair, deepening the kiss, I rub against him, feeling him against me, and as he wraps his arms around me, softly breathing on my ear and nibbling at my neck, I moan softly, gently lowering myself onto him. He is beneath me, and with him inside me, I press my hands against the wall at his sides. I find my own rhythm, rocking my hips with him inside me, it‘s me fucking him, not the other way around. I want to see the pleasure on his face, the look in his eyes as I give myself to him, allowing him to fill me and be mine, even if just for that small moment in time.
-taken from a Pokemon Role Play site from a character of mine-
Angel was glad to finally be on land, on something that was firm and didn’t tilt side to side constantly in a rocking motion. Being on the sea for a week at a time, working as a waiter to help pay for his passage to the Mysste region, had resulted in Angel getting motion sickness. Yes, he’d been fine the first few days, getting his balance and learning how to walk on a rocking ship, but after the first few days, it had begun to take it’s toll on him. This morning, when he’d woken up in his cabin, he was actually happy to know that the voyage would soon be over, that he’d once again be on dry land. The first thing he’d did once he crawled out of bed, nausea sweeping through his body like the plague, had been to pack up all his belongings into his backpack. A man of his age carrying a backpack usually looked odd, unless, of course, the man was back in school somehow or was going on a trip somewhere. Though wasn’t that exactly what Angel’s journey had been so far, a trip?
By the time the boat pulled into the harbor, Angel was fighting to keep down his dinner from the night before. It hadn’t really been his favorite thing, sailing on the sea on the cruise ship, dealing with rich socialites with elitist attitudes, working for tips and washing dishes. Standing on the deck of the ship, watching the workers on the dock preparing for the passengers on the cruise ship to disembark, Angel really didn’t feel as if he could wait, but he forced himself too. He wasn’t stupid enough to leap from the ship and down onto the dock., doing so could be treacherous, and he could’ve ended up hurt.
When the men on the dock put up the stairs that would allow the passengers to get off the ship, Angel licked his lips, hoping the green on his face would fade. He really needed to get off the ship, before he hand to bend over the side and give the fish a surprise they didn’t deserve. Walking to the nearest stairwell, he went down the stairs and into the belly on the ship. What lead him to where the passengers where disembarking was the sound of the passengers voices and laughter. It sounded like most of them were relieved and thankful to see dry land as well. Joining the crowd, Angel shuffled along with them, slowly walking down the stairs and onto the dock. Stepping onto the wooden boards of the dock, hearing them creak under his feet, Angel sighed and inhaled the clean, salty sea air for what he hoped would be the last time. It wasn’t until he had actually walked off the dock, across the sand, and up into Birchfall Town that he actually felt as if he could relax, that he wouldn’t be sick.
The very first building he came to, Angel placed his hand on it, almost as if to assure himself that he was indeed on land again and to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming. Feeling how solid it was, and how it felt against his hand, Angel sighed softly and inwardly, breathing a sigh of relief. Holding onto it for a moment, he took a second to breathe, looking into the town and wondering where the lab was. No, he hadn’t written ahead, called ahead, or sent word that he would be going to either the lab or the contest registration office. Though he was there in Birchfall Town now, and he had to make a decision as to which place he’d go to. Angel needed to visit one of the places to get his first pokemon, as well as his starter kit, he really couldn’t see any possibility around that. Though as he stood there, he remembered drawing a map of Birchfall from how one of the sailors had described the place to him. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the hand drawn map from his pocket and unfolding it, gazing down at it.
Below the hand drawn part of the map, Angel had written down instructions, that way he not only had a visual guide, but also a turn by turn guide with clear instructions. Walking straight into the town for about five blocks, Angel then turned left, his eyes reading the words on the map before he gazed at the buildings around him. So far, he’d seen some homes and a few stores. If the sailor on the ship had been telling the truth, then Angel should have been nearing the lab. Sighing, he checked the map one more time before looking up, in the direction the map was leading him. There was definitely a lab ahead of him, three blocks away, so he was definitely in the right place. Folding up the map again, Angel pocketed it, he didn’t want to crumble it up and throw it down on the street, not when he knew the lab would have a trash can inside it.
Walking the rest of the way to the lab, wondering if he’d be able to find a cheap restaurant where he could get a bite to eat afterwards, Angel knocked on the lab door, standing on the stoop. He wouldn’t be so presumptuous as to presume that he was permitted to just open the door and waltz inside, that would have been a very rude and careless thing to do. Anything could’ve been happening inside the lab when he’d knocked, a trainer could’ve even been in there getting their first pokemon, and if so, that would mean Angel needed to wait his turn as the next in line. No, Angel wasn’t in a rush to get his very first pokemon, it was just something he was looking forward to. Sliding his hands through his somewhat sweaty, dark brown hair, Angel’s blue eyes were focused on the labs door, ears straining for any sounds coming from inside. He really couldn’t hear much, so, not hearing footsteps or a voice calling out that they were coming, Angel knocked on the door again. Having knocked twice, it was only then that he noticed that the lab had a doorbell.
“Ah, this should work..” he said, reaching out with his right hand and pressing the button for the doorbell with his pointer finger. “I just hope someone’s here…” After ringing the doorbell, Angel felt as if he’d sufficiently announced that there was indeed someone waiting on the stoop outside the door, that someone being himself. Now, all he really had to do was wait for someone to answer the door. If nobody answered the door, Angel supposed he could pull out his cell phone and call the lab, to see if anyone answered a phone call.
Angel was glad to finally be on land, on something that was firm and didn’t tilt side to side constantly in a rocking motion. Being on the sea for a week at a time, working as a waiter to help pay for his passage to the Mysste region, had resulted in Angel getting motion sickness. Yes, he’d been fine the first few days, getting his balance and learning how to walk on a rocking ship, but after the first few days, it had begun to take it’s toll on him. This morning, when he’d woken up in his cabin, he was actually happy to know that the voyage would soon be over, that he’d once again be on dry land. The first thing he’d did once he crawled out of bed, nausea sweeping through his body like the plague, had been to pack up all his belongings into his backpack. A man of his age carrying a backpack usually looked odd, unless, of course, the man was back in school somehow or was going on a trip somewhere. Though wasn’t that exactly what Angel’s journey had been so far, a trip?
By the time the boat pulled into the harbor, Angel was fighting to keep down his dinner from the night before. It hadn’t really been his favorite thing, sailing on the sea on the cruise ship, dealing with rich socialites with elitist attitudes, working for tips and washing dishes. Standing on the deck of the ship, watching the workers on the dock preparing for the passengers on the cruise ship to disembark, Angel really didn’t feel as if he could wait, but he forced himself too. He wasn’t stupid enough to leap from the ship and down onto the dock., doing so could be treacherous, and he could’ve ended up hurt.
When the men on the dock put up the stairs that would allow the passengers to get off the ship, Angel licked his lips, hoping the green on his face would fade. He really needed to get off the ship, before he hand to bend over the side and give the fish a surprise they didn’t deserve. Walking to the nearest stairwell, he went down the stairs and into the belly on the ship. What lead him to where the passengers where disembarking was the sound of the passengers voices and laughter. It sounded like most of them were relieved and thankful to see dry land as well. Joining the crowd, Angel shuffled along with them, slowly walking down the stairs and onto the dock. Stepping onto the wooden boards of the dock, hearing them creak under his feet, Angel sighed and inhaled the clean, salty sea air for what he hoped would be the last time. It wasn’t until he had actually walked off the dock, across the sand, and up into Birchfall Town that he actually felt as if he could relax, that he wouldn’t be sick.
The very first building he came to, Angel placed his hand on it, almost as if to assure himself that he was indeed on land again and to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming. Feeling how solid it was, and how it felt against his hand, Angel sighed softly and inwardly, breathing a sigh of relief. Holding onto it for a moment, he took a second to breathe, looking into the town and wondering where the lab was. No, he hadn’t written ahead, called ahead, or sent word that he would be going to either the lab or the contest registration office. Though he was there in Birchfall Town now, and he had to make a decision as to which place he’d go to. Angel needed to visit one of the places to get his first pokemon, as well as his starter kit, he really couldn’t see any possibility around that. Though as he stood there, he remembered drawing a map of Birchfall from how one of the sailors had described the place to him. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the hand drawn map from his pocket and unfolding it, gazing down at it.
Below the hand drawn part of the map, Angel had written down instructions, that way he not only had a visual guide, but also a turn by turn guide with clear instructions. Walking straight into the town for about five blocks, Angel then turned left, his eyes reading the words on the map before he gazed at the buildings around him. So far, he’d seen some homes and a few stores. If the sailor on the ship had been telling the truth, then Angel should have been nearing the lab. Sighing, he checked the map one more time before looking up, in the direction the map was leading him. There was definitely a lab ahead of him, three blocks away, so he was definitely in the right place. Folding up the map again, Angel pocketed it, he didn’t want to crumble it up and throw it down on the street, not when he knew the lab would have a trash can inside it.
Walking the rest of the way to the lab, wondering if he’d be able to find a cheap restaurant where he could get a bite to eat afterwards, Angel knocked on the lab door, standing on the stoop. He wouldn’t be so presumptuous as to presume that he was permitted to just open the door and waltz inside, that would have been a very rude and careless thing to do. Anything could’ve been happening inside the lab when he’d knocked, a trainer could’ve even been in there getting their first pokemon, and if so, that would mean Angel needed to wait his turn as the next in line. No, Angel wasn’t in a rush to get his very first pokemon, it was just something he was looking forward to. Sliding his hands through his somewhat sweaty, dark brown hair, Angel’s blue eyes were focused on the labs door, ears straining for any sounds coming from inside. He really couldn’t hear much, so, not hearing footsteps or a voice calling out that they were coming, Angel knocked on the door again. Having knocked twice, it was only then that he noticed that the lab had a doorbell.
“Ah, this should work..” he said, reaching out with his right hand and pressing the button for the doorbell with his pointer finger. “I just hope someone’s here…” After ringing the doorbell, Angel felt as if he’d sufficiently announced that there was indeed someone waiting on the stoop outside the door, that someone being himself. Now, all he really had to do was wait for someone to answer the door. If nobody answered the door, Angel supposed he could pull out his cell phone and call the lab, to see if anyone answered a phone call.
hey, it's YODA and this guy has been at it for
nearly twelve years now. they are twenty-six years old.
