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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 12, 2012 17:03:06 GMT -6
I could see Quinn and Charlie being frenemies, and maybe his ascenscion to head cheerleader and joining of the glee club (as well as some tough love words from the man himself) could presuade her to rejoin, and build on their friendship from there? :)
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 12, 2012 16:59:15 GMT -6
“The Lemon and Lima is a smoothie bar my family owns” Charlie sighed. Sweet lord, this boy reminded Charlie of Brittany. Except where Charlie wanted to take Brittany home, give her ice cream and read her The Gruffalo before bed, he wanted to take Fitz home, give him vodka and take his clothes off with his teeth before bed. “You’d be surprised with some of the stories my fellow New Directions members have told me. So dramatic” Charlie grinned, taking another sip of his drink. He could hear I Want Your Bite by Chris Crocker being played on the shop’s radio in the background and couldn’t help but tap his foot.
Oh to hell with it Charlie thought to himself, leaping out of his seat and singing along with the song. Customers and baristas alike danced into place behind Charlie, singing his backup vocals and mimicking his dance moves as he danced around the booth, stepping up on to the table and unleashing some famous Cheerio style movies. He grinned down at Fitz, who was staring up at him with a both shocked and hungry expression. With a swift turn, Charlie gave a tantalising shake of his backside before leaping off of the table and joining the dancing customers, when suddenly-
BAM! Charlie swiftly caught the drink he had almost knocked over in his daydream, just as Fitz asked him what a Head Cheerio was. “Oh, Head Cheerio is the name of the captain of the cheerleading squad, the Cheerios, at our school.” Charlie smiled. “Wait, a cute nose? I suppose that’s slightly more flirty than shoulders” Charlie laughed, his foot gliding across the floor beneath the table and gentle touching Fitz’s.
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 12, 2012 12:29:22 GMT -6
Hiyur Ares :)
I'm Joe, and I play Charlie (my OC) and Mercedes. I'M SO GLAD WE HAVE A QUINN! I feel like you and I will be threading with each other soon ;) I have lots of ideas for Charlie/Quinn threads and even a few Mercedes/Quinn ones. Let me know whenever you're bored and feel like it!
Welcome aboard :)
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 6, 2012 20:19:40 GMT -6
MERCEDES JONES [/i] IMAGE OF YOUR CHARACTER, NO PAGE STRETCHING PLEASE and I am telling you, I'm not going![/center] -------------------------------------------------- ONE GENERATIONS LENGTH AWAY from finding life out on my own [/b][/color] Mercedes Jones AGE: seventeen. BIRTH DATE: 16th of May SEXUALITY: heterosexual. ETHNICITY: African-American PLAY BY: Amber Riley YEAR/GROUP: Senior [/size][/font] [/ul] STOP THIS TRAIN, I want to get off and go home again [/b][/color] DIVA: Do I need to explain Mercedes? She’s one of the most talented singers in Lima, Ohio. The only reason she, Rachel, Kurt and Santana haven’t shared lead on a group number is simply fear that their combined voices would cause a sex riot the likes of which Ohio has never seen. Mercedes is constantly craving the spotlight, sick of being a ‘wail on the last note’ fallback for Mr. Schue. Although she lacks the in-your-face drive and ambition of divas such as Rachel and Charlie, Mercedes simply relies on the incredibly power of her rarely used voice to blow away any doubt in the audiences mind that she belongs in the spot light and heaven help those who try to suggest otherwise. HASTY: There’s many a night Mercedes lays her head on the pillow and has a list of things to mentally kick herself for. She always allows her opinions to just spew out of her mouth without properly thinking about what she is saying and the feelings of those she is speaking to. She tells herself that this is due to her conviction and strong views, but one day Mercedes would like to remove her foot from her mouth for more than an hour at a time. LOYAL: A friend of Mercedes Jones will find themselves protected by the incredible loyalty and devotion of the diva. She will fight for anyone and anything she loves and it takes some mighty force of God to stop Mercedes once she goes into full attack mode. Mercedes’ most closely held and protect friends are Kurt and Rachel, despite her rocky start with the latter. GENTLE: Although many may not see it, Mercedes is a very gentle, nurturing person when needs must. Always prepared with a loving pat, a warm hug and a sympathetic ear for those close to her that need it, Mercedes feels a compulsive need to comfort and advise those who she deems in need of it, whether or not they agree with her assumption. INDEPENDENT: Mercedes certainly doesn’t need any help from anyone in achieving the goals she has set out for herself. That isn’t to say she wouldn’t accept help, nor that she feels she doesn’t need the support and love of her club-mates, but she knows that when high school ends she will have to rely on her own strength and determination and is perfectly prepared and ready to do so when the time comes. HISTORY: Mercedes is the younger of two children, her older brother away at college, and is the treasured baby girl of two parents who treat her like a princess without spoiling her. From a young age Mercedes has been singing at church ceremonies and family parties, but as she entered McKinley and joined Mr. Ryerson’s glee club she discovered her true desire to be a performer. In sophomore year, after Ryerson was fired, Mercedes was one of the first to join the New Directions. After getting over her initial crush on Kurt, the two became the best of friends, entertaining themselves by poking fun at Rachel and taking part in the baby drama. Sometime after sectionals the pair joined the Cheerios and Mercedes briefly dated Puck, leaving the cheerleaders and ending the relationship when she realised neither of those things were what she wanted. Her Junior year saw Mercedes and Rachel begin to form a tight friendship after Kurt’s transfer to Dalton, revealing to Mercedes just how alone she was without her friend. Despite her original song, ‘Hell To The No’ not being ‘regionals material’, the New Directions still moved on to nationals, once again with Kurt in tow. Now in her Senior year, Mercedes has decided it is time for a change. No more background singing, despite her close friendship with Rachel. Mercedes Jones is going to take her rightful place front and centre stage. [/size][/font] [/ul] I CAN'T TAKE THE speed it's moving in [/b][/color] Gloria Jones, 44 FATHER: Thomas Jones, 46 SIBLINGS: Arnold Jones, 19. OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Kurt Hummel, 17. Best friend. Rachel Berry, 17. Best friend. ORIGIN: Lima, Ohio. [/size][/font] [/ul] I KNOW I CAN'T, BUT honestly, won't someone stop this train? [/b][/color] JOE :D AGE: 18 EXPERIENCE: you know all this OTHER CHARACTERS: Charlie Irving :) WRITING SAMPLE: you can’t make me do this, I have diplomatic immunity. [/size][/font] [/ul]
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 6, 2012 9:14:10 GMT -6
“Okay, just for the clothes comment, your attire for today is forgiven, Prince of Orange.” Charlie said, wondering if the other boy would get the reference to the title of a Dutch heir apparent.
They made it to the small Starbucks in the mall and Fitz went to the barrista, Charlie sitting down at a small booth. The Dalton student soon returned with Charlie’s chocolate frappucino and his own drink, getting himself Charlie’s best attempt at a cute, winning smile and a thank you.
“You haven’t see me because I’m McKinley till I die” Charlie grinned. “I live in Lima, but originally from England. I’m the Head Cheerio and in the glee club there. My family owns the Lemon and Lima, maybe you’ve heard of it? It’s like, THE hottest place to be these days.” He rested his chin in his hand as he leaned slightly over the table, absently playing with one of his curls as he clutched his drink with his free hand as he listened to the other boy talk.
It was then that it occurred to Charlie that Kurt had attended Dalton last year and been a part of their glee club, the Garglers or something. Could this tall, sexy piece of man meat possibly be a rival at sectionals? Because, if so, Charlie would be totally down with singing a raunchy Rihanna or Enrique number if he knew Fitz would be watching.
“I don’t suppose you’re in the Garglers, are you? Because I’d hate to be thought of as spying on the competition” Charlie chuckled gently, taking a sip of his drink.
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 5, 2012 20:08:01 GMT -6
*you approach the notice board in a hallway to find a flyer with the words VACCANCIES AVAILABLE emblazoned in green letters at the top.*
Want to earn cash and have flexible hours? Do you have time to fill after school and/or on the weekend?
Then why not come down to the Lemon and Lima?! The L&L is the hottest new smoothie bar/bakery and soon to be kareoke bar in Lima and we are looking for enthusiastic young staff members for front-of-shop work, merchandising and kitchen duties. Do you think you'd be perfect for this fast-paced, up beat environment? Then either call the below number or approach Charlie Irving, your Head Cheerio and future Prom King for details!
*there are five positions available. Please reply with your name and desired job role (cashier, chef, cleaner) and I'll add you :)*
1._______________ 2._______________ 3._______________ 4._______________ 5._______________
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 5, 2012 19:53:14 GMT -6
throwing my own two cents in, i've got a fiesty cheerleader guy who's just joined ND and single if James gets sick of fighting over Kurt. I'm sure he and Charlie could interact :)
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 5, 2012 19:45:37 GMT -6
Charlie eyed up the intruder. Damn, that was one fine piece of ass. What was that he was complimenting him on? His shoulders? Alright, sort of creepy, but at least it wasn’t a foot fetish. Still, a pretty face didn’t get this close to the merchandise just like that.
“Personal bubble!” Charlie said, waving his hand around himself and taking a few steps back. He waved Marne away, telling her to go and stare at wall or something else that he couldn’t care less about. It was then that he took in the boy’s outfit.
“Alright, let me explain something to you.” Charlie said to the taller boy. Damn, he liked taller boys. “You might have this scrawny, roguish good-looks thing going on, but you’re dressed like a stretched out Satsuma. Now, how about we start this introduction again, Tangerine? My name is Charlie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Charlie extended a hand to shake.
“Well, I’ve been complimented about quite a few things, but my shoulders is something new. You get points for originality, Cheeto. I suppose the compliment is...sweet, of you? I’m not sure how to reply to a shoulder compliment. Maybe you should try something else?” Charlie suggested with a wink, his cool and flirtatious demeanour remaining the perfect mask over the clenching in his stomach. His one weakness was a tall cutie. He did he best to take a seductive suck from the straw of his frappucino, but to his horror a sloppy, gurgling sound came from the clear plastic cup as he (unknowingly) slurped on the very dregs of the drink.
“So, uhm, do you go to school around here?” Charlie asked, attempting to recover teh situation and beginning to walk, doing his best to lead Sunny D away from Marne, who was making hand signals behind him and excited faces. Sweet lord, that girl needed a leesh or something.
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 5, 2012 18:42:56 GMT -6
Charlie arrived in the choir room five minutes earlier than he and Mr. Schuester had agreed on for his audition to make sure that the band was prepared for his song. The Spanish teacher (a ‘dying language’, as Ms. Sylvester put it, that Charlie had very little interest in) had assured him that he would print out the sheet music and have everything prepared, but Charlie preferred to personal make sure everything was ready.
“Hey, Charlie!” Mr. Schuester grinned as he walked into the room. The band had already been there, and were tuning their instruments as Charlie handed out the sheet music, identical copies of which he assumed were in Schuester’s hands, if the slight drop in his smile was anything to go by.
“Good afternoon Mr. Schuester” Charlie said politely. “I hope you’re prepared to be taken by storm. I’d say I’ve been rehearsing or nervous, but those would be lies. I’ve been singing this song for most of my life, so rehearsal isn’t really required and, as Head Cheerio, Ms. Sylvester has personally helped me remove any pre-performance feelings other than the strive to win.” Charlie ended the brief conversation with a smile as he saw the members of the glee club begin to file in and take their places in the seats.
There were a lot of hot boys in the group, that was certain. Charlie was slightly disappointed to see the way Sam McSexy Evans was looking at Kurt Hummel, but he couldn’t bad mouth Hummel. The guy deserved a hell of a lot of respect. Mr. Schuester attempted to introduce Charlie, but the Cheerio cut him off rather quickly.
“Hello there New Directions. My name is Charlie Irving. Most of you will recognise me from the Cheerios, our school squad which I am now captain of. I’m sure this will tell you how excellent my dancing skills are, but I recently decided to broaden my horizons and share my impeccable singing skills with you. Plus, it would be nice to get two national titles in one year. That being said, this is my rendition of Anything You Can Do from the classic musical Annie Get Your Gun. If you know the words, feel free to join in.” Charlie smirked at Berry as he said the title of the song, snapping his fingers as the music begun.
He couldn’t help but grin at the reaction he was getting to his performance. He was certainly getting in to this club. Berry smiled to be leading in the harmonies and reactionary lyrics, which made him smile even more at the confused and angry look on her face. It was about time she realised there was someone so much better than her! What topped it off was the long note at about half way through the song, which had many shocked expressions on the faces of the members and an impromptu round of applause.
The song soon ended, leaving Charlie to do nothing but smirk and bow as the round of applause he was so used to began.
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Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Feb 5, 2012 18:07:26 GMT -6
Charlie’s face contorted into a look of disgust as his friend Marne stepped out of the dressing room sporting some hideous orange monstrosity that the vicious dragon of a shop assistant had attempted to convince them was a dress.
“Oh, honey” Charlie sighed. “Really, orange? I know things at Crawford Country Day may seem a little, how do I put this? Separated from the real world, but surely even there they teach you that orange is a big no-no, right?”
“Geez Charlie, no need to be such a bitch about it.” Marne sighed, heading back into the dressing room . Charlie threw the blue dress that he’d picked in after her. It wasn’t his fault that she’d made the mistake of thinking it was ok to go outside in orange! Honestly, some people just couldn’t handle the cold bitter truth. Charlie always made a point of letting people know he wasn’t a bitch, just honest. After all, honestly is the best policy. Just like when he told her that her legs should remain covered up at all times for the safety of others. Or when he had told that old lady she smelled like urine.
“I can’t wait to get home” he muttered to himself as he watched Marne pay for the blue dress. He’d spent the night at Marne’s house last night, and was due to get the bus back to Lima after they’d finished their shopping spree in Westerville’s pathetic mall. Still, it was an excuse to spend too much money in Starbucks and buy a new book.
“So, guess what I heard the other day.” Marne said as they walked through the mall, both cradling a frappucino.
“Amaze me.” Charlie replied dryly.
“Our cheerleading squad’s will be up against each other at sectionals!” Marne grinned.
“Oh?” Charlie asked, feigning interest. Upon his return to school, Sylvester had finally recognised Charlie’s right to be on the top spot and made him Head Cheerio. He would’ve been bothered if he didn’t already know that the Crawford Cougars, a squad in which Marne was somewhere down at the bottom of the pyramid, were almost as terrible as their all girls glee club. Yup, the Cheerios were going to recover from last year’s shambolic performance at regionals last year with a first place trophy at nationals under Charlie’s leadership.
“Well, good luck with that Marn. Now that I’m captaining the Cheerios, you’ll certainly have your work cut out for you.” Charlie spent the next half an hour trying to block out Marne’s wittering and gasping about his rise to power and attempts to gain information about his performance disguised as ‘advice on her routines’. He really needed someone to shut the girl up, or at least provide him with stimulating conversation!
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