Post by cody on May 8, 2010 21:06:16 GMT -5
CODY AVA SINCLAIR
FULL NAME: cody ava sinclair
NICKNAMES: evee, ava, cody, c-o-d-y, cody sinclair is pretty fly!
AGE: nineteen
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: blaine, minnesota
CLASS STATUS: lower middle class
CURRENT STATUS: complicated, but technically single.
MEMBER GROUP: college
PLAY BY: cassadee pope
FAVORITE FOOD?
if i could, i would survive on double fudge cookie dough blizzards.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
well-uhm, r-really? i wish.
FAVORITE COLOR?
yellow, like the sun.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
p-pretty much, everywhere i go. which isn't a filler because-because i don't wanna specify, or any-anything.
FAVORITE DRINK?
seven up. momma always said it helped with headaches and tummyaches.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
uhm, alive? probably a struggling artist, except-not like those 'hipster' ones. kinda like a hobo, except not a cool hobo either. with a degree.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
well, halloween scares me. the idea of an overgrown bunny essentially breaking into my house and laying colored eggs-which he colored himself because he doesn't have a life-of god knows what all over scares me, so easters out. fourth of july? fireworks hurt my ears. christmas? my family is melodramatic and broke. same with thanksgiving. so.., i guess labor day?
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
i will, and have done anything to make sure people like me.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
night, because i guess i'm sort of a creeper that way? i just feel better at night, i g-guess i just like the dark and the covering.
NAME A FANTASY?
well-uhm, u-uh, this just got, a-awkward?
The days were blending together. Astrid woke to be drenched in vanilla twilight and fell asleep cleansed by the violent oranges of a new day. Forest eyes glazed over, often reverting to sleep as her body moved on despite itself. Entries upon her mental to-do list were all crossed off, leaving a huge blank space which resided heavily in her gut. What was there to do? Oh, how she wished she could lean her head up to the celestial bodies and ask their guidance, if only for the slightest whisper or the gentlest nudge. Until then, it seemed as if only the moonlight flash in her eyes and the cold snow beneath her feet kept her from falling asleep, forever.
There wasn’t anything absolutely peculiar or spectacular about this night that made her wander just a little bit farther or longer. Nothing pushed her or prodded her; her mind still remained in the ever remaining fog as always. But, as it seemed, her feet remained moving and her body remained breathing and living, and so she went on. And as her eyes moved up to the bodies above, she silently wished she could float. Above and beyond, to feel the star’s warmth and to lean her salmon tongue out and lick the milky surface of the moon. How sweet it would taste! It would float down her throat, snuggling in her stomach and causing peculiar and amazing warmth to bubble out and through her. And with that taste she would rest inside its sweet crevices, tuck her tail around her, and dream of the sweat fairies which buzzed on her taste buds. Eyelids slid close as she felt the cool air trickle down her spine and gather in her conscious. In one swift motion, she stood not on the stars but beneath them and simply went upon her way with traces of paradise still stuck to her skin.
With every breath she felt lighter, and how she wished the air would gather in her stomach and lift her high. But despite the fact that she had no schooling in physics or any subject for that matter, she knew that it was simply not possible in the tangible world. If it wasn’t for the cold snow beneath her feat, Astrid swore she would fall of the mountain with her imagination. Though, she could exhaustion building it’s way up in her limbs and knew rest would be required soon. Eyes danced along the landscape washed in moonlight before coming upon a figure. It was as if someone kick started her heart, charged her blood and ran a straight line of adrenaline in the same matter of seconds. What was once shrouded in frost and disillusion was now alive and breathing. Excitement ran so quick a lump formed in her throat and for a moment, breathing was a task. No matter how many times she stumbled upon another in the mountains, the initial sight nearly killed her on the spot.
If her encounters with Ave, Ares, and Morbus taught her anything, it was that reaching out brought delicate gifts wrapped in the most seemingly frightening paper. Still, a glance down to her shoulder brought the chills of her meeting with the Ice Wolf and what can always happen to good little girls with large amounts of curiosity. Still…Logic flew out the window as weary legs brought her closer to company and rest. It seemed as if it was used to making decisions without consulting or even bothering to wait for her over-analytical brain. The figure was wrapped in the most delicious of wrappers. White strands flew about him, much like how she imagined the moon would look and taste and feel under scrutiny. She fell slower as she drew into hearing distance. And that’s when the moon wolf leaned his face to her friends and whispered his own hymn to them. “You up there...?” An expression only to be subscribed as ‘dumbstruck’ found it’s way upon the star maiden’s pretty face. He...spoke to them, too? Was he like her, like Ave Muraco? Astrid simply stood there, ignoring the small twinges of pain that ran through her toes, up into her legs, into her spine and soon emerging into her brain. It took awhile, but the ability to speak soon came upon her. “P-pardon me?” Her voice was so pathetic, she realized as it hit her ears, so soft, so submissive. As if she was waiting for reorganization that she was allowed to speak. “But...Y-you speak to them a-a-a, as well? Do...D-do they ans-answer you?” Ears laid back against cranium as she sat a fair distance away from him, acknowledging his personal ‘bubble’ as her head sunk beneath her shoulders.
There wasn’t anything absolutely peculiar or spectacular about this night that made her wander just a little bit farther or longer. Nothing pushed her or prodded her; her mind still remained in the ever remaining fog as always. But, as it seemed, her feet remained moving and her body remained breathing and living, and so she went on. And as her eyes moved up to the bodies above, she silently wished she could float. Above and beyond, to feel the star’s warmth and to lean her salmon tongue out and lick the milky surface of the moon. How sweet it would taste! It would float down her throat, snuggling in her stomach and causing peculiar and amazing warmth to bubble out and through her. And with that taste she would rest inside its sweet crevices, tuck her tail around her, and dream of the sweat fairies which buzzed on her taste buds. Eyelids slid close as she felt the cool air trickle down her spine and gather in her conscious. In one swift motion, she stood not on the stars but beneath them and simply went upon her way with traces of paradise still stuck to her skin.
With every breath she felt lighter, and how she wished the air would gather in her stomach and lift her high. But despite the fact that she had no schooling in physics or any subject for that matter, she knew that it was simply not possible in the tangible world. If it wasn’t for the cold snow beneath her feat, Astrid swore she would fall of the mountain with her imagination. Though, she could exhaustion building it’s way up in her limbs and knew rest would be required soon. Eyes danced along the landscape washed in moonlight before coming upon a figure. It was as if someone kick started her heart, charged her blood and ran a straight line of adrenaline in the same matter of seconds. What was once shrouded in frost and disillusion was now alive and breathing. Excitement ran so quick a lump formed in her throat and for a moment, breathing was a task. No matter how many times she stumbled upon another in the mountains, the initial sight nearly killed her on the spot.
If her encounters with Ave, Ares, and Morbus taught her anything, it was that reaching out brought delicate gifts wrapped in the most seemingly frightening paper. Still, a glance down to her shoulder brought the chills of her meeting with the Ice Wolf and what can always happen to good little girls with large amounts of curiosity. Still…Logic flew out the window as weary legs brought her closer to company and rest. It seemed as if it was used to making decisions without consulting or even bothering to wait for her over-analytical brain. The figure was wrapped in the most delicious of wrappers. White strands flew about him, much like how she imagined the moon would look and taste and feel under scrutiny. She fell slower as she drew into hearing distance. And that’s when the moon wolf leaned his face to her friends and whispered his own hymn to them. “You up there...?” An expression only to be subscribed as ‘dumbstruck’ found it’s way upon the star maiden’s pretty face. He...spoke to them, too? Was he like her, like Ave Muraco? Astrid simply stood there, ignoring the small twinges of pain that ran through her toes, up into her legs, into her spine and soon emerging into her brain. It took awhile, but the ability to speak soon came upon her. “P-pardon me?” Her voice was so pathetic, she realized as it hit her ears, so soft, so submissive. As if she was waiting for reorganization that she was allowed to speak. “But...Y-you speak to them a-a-a, as well? Do...D-do they ans-answer you?” Ears laid back against cranium as she sat a fair distance away from him, acknowledging his personal ‘bubble’ as her head sunk beneath her shoulders.
hey, it's boo and this gal has been at it for
five years now. they are fourteen years old.
