Post by kristen on May 1, 2010 18:02:56 GMT -5
OPHELIA JULIET TURNER
FULL NAME: ophelia juliet turner
NICKNAMES: ope, opie
AGE: twenty-four
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: trussville, alabama
CLASS STATUS: resident
CURRENT STATUS: confused
MEMBER GROUP: resident
PLAY BY: zooey deschanel
FAVORITE FOOD?
”oh, i could marry me a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. dinner food wise, i like good southern cookin’, you know, the mashed potatoes, fried chicken, that stuff.”
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
”oh, darlin’ i’m an adult. i haven’t been a virgin since i lost it to jimmy peters after high school prom.”
FAVORITE COLOR?
“i really love the sort of blue you see in pictures on postcards from the bahamas or somethin’.”
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
“shoot, everyone has at one time or another. are you lookin’ for a specific time? christ, there are so many. i’m a clutz. can i leave it at that? if i haven’t fallen in your presence, you sure don’t know me very well.”
FAVORITE DRINK?
“i like sweet tea. what? i’m a southern girl.”
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
“hopefully i’ll get my big break. i’m a musician, and i play local gigs at coffee shops and the like, but i really want to get famous, or at least have a steadier paycheck. maybe i’ll be settled down a bit, too? i want to get married. all my family married young, so there’s a lot of pressure on me to start crankin’ out those babies.”
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
“Christmas is absolutely my favorite. i love the carols, the presents, and the fact that i can stuff my face with cookies all day long without havin’ anyone give me a rough time.”
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
“i scored fifty points shy of a perfect score on my sat. i may talk like a hick, and i might say ‘sugar’ a whole damn lot, but i’m smart.”
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
“i like the evening, i think. right when it’s transitioning from day to night. it’s when i have my gigs and when i feel most awake, actually. funny how it works, huh? you feel your most awake just a few hours from when you’re supposed to be sleepin’.”
NAME A FANTASY?
“being famous, probably. i’ve had so many dreams with people screaming my name as i run out onto the stage. i want people to know who i am, because i think that i’ve got a nice voice, and i actually write my lyrics. and i don’t sing about takin’ shots or sex all the time. i’m a pretty old-fashioned singer, i’d say. definitely a different style.”
Today had been an exhausting day. When Jasper had woken up, he’d already been short on energy. The night before, he’d gotten a phone call at three in the morning from a girl he’d done a shoot for who was now drunk at a bar and had no one else to call and she was too scared to take a cab and face the paparazzi alone. Being the gentleman he is, Jasper had gotten out of bed and had gone to get her. Lucky for him, she’d been so drunk that she threw up in his car. Wanting to make sure she was okay, he’d helped her inside. Once they’d made it in, the poor thing ran to the toilet immediately, and Jasper, not wanting to leave her by herself, had ended up holding her hair back as she threw up and then he stayed the night on the couch after she’d passed out. Having only gotten four hours of sleep and realizing once he got in his sour-smelling car that he’d forgotten to clean up the girl’s puke, he’d gone to work hoping for an easy day. Of course, he didn’t get the wish granted and he had not one, but two criers today. He asked for real emotion, and he generally told the stars to talk to him about anything. Two out of the seven clients he had today had chosen to talk about something that started out happy but then reminded them of something sad, cue the waterworks. Now, Jasper was a sweetheart and never the one to mind tears, so he consoled both, patiently waiting for them to feel better before he started the shoot back. It was now seven, and his last client had just left. He briefly debated staying and doing some retouching, but covering a yawn, Jasper decided to head home.
It wasn’t until he collected his things and went to check his phone that he realized something he had to do before he went to sleep early: check on Lila. He’d called her a few days ago and had texted every day since, but thus far he hadn’t gotten a reply. Checking his phone, he hoped to see her name under the missed calls, but with no such luck, he dialed her number and waited, praying that she’d pick up. Again, he was not lucky enough to settle that so easily, but Jasper honestly didn’t mind. He liked to be the guy people relied on. It made him feel useful, and, besides, he figured it’d be good to see that she was okay in person. He’d worry if he didn’t see her. He’d just go get some dinner and spend the rest of the evening with her.
With a plan in mind, Jasper didn’t feel as tired anymore. Sure, he had a bit of a headache, but that was nothing a cup of coffee wouldn’t fix. Making sure that all his equipment was put up, Jasper made one last round around the building before he left, locking up the studio. At that point it was seven-thirty, and he stopped at Starbucks, picking up a plain coffee for him and Lila’s favorite drink, something he couldn’t even believe he remembered, but he was that sort of guy. He remembered people’s favorite drinks and dreams and pretty much their life story. He was just one of those people who knew things about everyone. Anyone who got near him just seemed to be compelled to tell him things, things they’d never told anyone else before, and then they begged him not to tell, as if he would, as if he was that much of a douche. Thanking the barista genuinely, he left with the coffees in hand, now just needing to grab them some dinner and then he’d be good to go. Just to prove how crucial dinner was, his stomach growled impatiently, and Jasper pulled into the Chinese restaurant that both he and Lila seemed to enjoy. Ordering the sesame chicken and broccoli and beef, Jasper checked his phone again. Still no call back. What if Lila really wasn’t okay?
After he left the restaurant, Jasper tried calling Lila one last time and left a message to warn her that he was on his way. Covering a yawn, he took several gulps of his coffee, praying the caffeine would kick in. The last thing he’d want was for Lila to think that he wasn’t enjoying himself, because regardless of how exhausted he was, he was sure it’d be impossible not to enjoy being around her. She was perhaps the best friend he had.
Giving his car to the valet, since Lila lived in a hotel, something she seemed to enjoy, Jasper grabbed the bags of food and the coffees. Trying not to panic too much, he made his way inside and immediately grabbed someone to come with him in case he couldn’t get the door open. Once they made it, he knocked on the door. No answer again. Feeling about ready to have a panic attack, but attempting to keep his cool, Jasper pulled out his wallet, as he knew the man wouldn’t unlock the door for a stranger without some sort of bribe. He handed the boy a one-hundred dollar bill, feeling relieved as that did the trick. Once the door was open, he could hear a television on, and he quickly moved into the kitchen to set the food down. Still holding her coffee, he made his way hesitantly towards where the television was on, seeing a light on in her room. Stepping in, he could see her seated in front of her closet, her face wet from tears and casting his glance down, he saw the drugs. Sucking in his breath, he kept his cool, hesitating for a moment before he rushed over to her, kneeling in front of her. “Lila, love, are you alright?” he murmured gently, staring into her eyes and seeing that her pupils were normal sized. Feeling a small wave of relief, he was still quite worried. It was clear she’d been crying and the drugs were sitting out, as if she were debating whether or not to take them. Setting the coffee down, he lowered himself into a fully seated position, meeting her gaze as he encouraged: “Tell me what happened.”.
It wasn’t until he collected his things and went to check his phone that he realized something he had to do before he went to sleep early: check on Lila. He’d called her a few days ago and had texted every day since, but thus far he hadn’t gotten a reply. Checking his phone, he hoped to see her name under the missed calls, but with no such luck, he dialed her number and waited, praying that she’d pick up. Again, he was not lucky enough to settle that so easily, but Jasper honestly didn’t mind. He liked to be the guy people relied on. It made him feel useful, and, besides, he figured it’d be good to see that she was okay in person. He’d worry if he didn’t see her. He’d just go get some dinner and spend the rest of the evening with her.
With a plan in mind, Jasper didn’t feel as tired anymore. Sure, he had a bit of a headache, but that was nothing a cup of coffee wouldn’t fix. Making sure that all his equipment was put up, Jasper made one last round around the building before he left, locking up the studio. At that point it was seven-thirty, and he stopped at Starbucks, picking up a plain coffee for him and Lila’s favorite drink, something he couldn’t even believe he remembered, but he was that sort of guy. He remembered people’s favorite drinks and dreams and pretty much their life story. He was just one of those people who knew things about everyone. Anyone who got near him just seemed to be compelled to tell him things, things they’d never told anyone else before, and then they begged him not to tell, as if he would, as if he was that much of a douche. Thanking the barista genuinely, he left with the coffees in hand, now just needing to grab them some dinner and then he’d be good to go. Just to prove how crucial dinner was, his stomach growled impatiently, and Jasper pulled into the Chinese restaurant that both he and Lila seemed to enjoy. Ordering the sesame chicken and broccoli and beef, Jasper checked his phone again. Still no call back. What if Lila really wasn’t okay?
After he left the restaurant, Jasper tried calling Lila one last time and left a message to warn her that he was on his way. Covering a yawn, he took several gulps of his coffee, praying the caffeine would kick in. The last thing he’d want was for Lila to think that he wasn’t enjoying himself, because regardless of how exhausted he was, he was sure it’d be impossible not to enjoy being around her. She was perhaps the best friend he had.
Giving his car to the valet, since Lila lived in a hotel, something she seemed to enjoy, Jasper grabbed the bags of food and the coffees. Trying not to panic too much, he made his way inside and immediately grabbed someone to come with him in case he couldn’t get the door open. Once they made it, he knocked on the door. No answer again. Feeling about ready to have a panic attack, but attempting to keep his cool, Jasper pulled out his wallet, as he knew the man wouldn’t unlock the door for a stranger without some sort of bribe. He handed the boy a one-hundred dollar bill, feeling relieved as that did the trick. Once the door was open, he could hear a television on, and he quickly moved into the kitchen to set the food down. Still holding her coffee, he made his way hesitantly towards where the television was on, seeing a light on in her room. Stepping in, he could see her seated in front of her closet, her face wet from tears and casting his glance down, he saw the drugs. Sucking in his breath, he kept his cool, hesitating for a moment before he rushed over to her, kneeling in front of her. “Lila, love, are you alright?” he murmured gently, staring into her eyes and seeing that her pupils were normal sized. Feeling a small wave of relief, he was still quite worried. It was clear she’d been crying and the drugs were sitting out, as if she were debating whether or not to take them. Setting the coffee down, he lowered himself into a fully seated position, meeting her gaze as he encouraged: “Tell me what happened.”.
hey, it's kristen and this gal has been at it for
five years now. they are eighteen years old.
