Post by RACHEL BERRY on Aug 1, 2011 22:37:36 GMT -6
BERRY, RACHEL
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* - - B A S I C S ;
[/i][/font][/size]- Name; - Rachel Barbra Berry
- Age; - Seventeen
- Gender; - Female
- Classified; - New Directons Captain
- Grade; - Senior
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* - - P E R S O N A L I T Y ;
[/i][/font][/size]- Rachel is a girl who knows what she wants and if it is anything in her reach she will grab it. Most see her almost cocky side, but she only sees it as confidence. This especially rings true when it is in a field that she particularly knows, as in her dancing, acting and singing. She knows she will be a star, and she will make sure everyone knows it. The people that she talks to, if they aren’t pushed away by her almost annoying know-it-all attitude will surely be pushed away by the fact that she rambles, on and on about anything and everything. It isn’t nearly her fault, Rachel can’t help her compulsive need to talk about everything, but it clearly is one of her flaws. She loves her music, and loves her art, but when people seriously torment the things she cares so deeply about, she can break down. Rachel wasn’t built a strong a steal girl, but she isn’t a twig either. Friends seem to be come and go, seeing the fact she doesn’t really think about what she says before it falls out of her mouth like vomit. But she is sweet, caring, artistic, a romantic and will always know, deep in her heart, where her loyalties are. Even with her age, the power that she feels with her voice only has grown stronger and more beautiful with the many more years of practice that she has gotten. Not to mention her confidence, though stronger still seems to have it's holes that it did the year before.
* - - H I S T O R Y ;
[/i][/font][/size]- I am Rachel Barbra Berry, child of two perfect fathers – both of which I would be nothing without. I do know the mother, my mother, the one who actually birthed me, but i know the parents who raised me, and they are ten times the parents that most people could ever be. My mother was the Vocal Adrenaline Coach, and I really wish that somehow we would be closer. She is beautiful, and her voice is only matched by mine. Even though i love my mothe. No one could take the love that I have for my fathers away, even the people who scoff about the fact that they are gay. Even though most people in this town would assume that because I have two fathers, I would miss out on normal family experiences, nothing could be more wrong. Before I could speak I was in tap and ballet classes, and when I actually started speaking, they put me in voice and acting lessons. They saw the spark in me, and they knew that it needed to be honed, to be polished and buffed; perfected. That spark that I now call the Star Effect. Every Broadway star has it, and even as a baby my dads could see it in me. So now where am I? Broadway..? Sitting in New York? Not yet – I attend William McKinley high school full of barbarians, high school jocks, and obnoxious cheerleaders often called ‘cheerios’ which just fans the flame of hatred in this school. I’m Jewish, which puts me out even more, but I don’t much mind my religion – it shouldn’t be something that other students can gawk at, and if they do I will ignore it. All the students are naïve if they think that something like that could hurt a star like me. I’m strong, I’m the lead in most of the plays and musicals I have ever been in, and I will fight for what I want. Even though I can be tormented at times, my strength will pull me through, and every student that ever slandered my name will feel really dumb when I am a star and they are nothing. Though things have gotten better, ove the last two years, and my boyfriends haven't all worked , we as new directions will get to nationals again, and we will win.
* - - S A M P L E ;
[/i][/font][/size]Sitting up was difficult, sort of. It wasn’t so much the fact or the physical effort of holding her own weight – it was more the mental ability. Everything that she did take four times as much effort on her scrambled brain. Rachel really just wanted to fall into Jesse and let his arms catch her and just lay there for the rest of her stay here – which she had a feeling by all of the machines was going to be a little bit longer than she wanted. Speaking, the curly haired boy rubbed circles into the back of her hand. Rachel watched him think, confused at why he was thinking so hard at her question. She really didn’t believe it was a hard questions. Of course there wasn’t anything about Jesse that was simple – it was something that attracted Rachel to him in the first place. Something about behind every facet of Jesse there was another that was waiting to smile at he when she unveiled it.
As soon as he began, Rachel was deeply interested in everything. Mostly from the fact that his major reason wasn’t because of Show Choir, as everyone including herself believed. It was her mom, which threw another pang of regret into her stomach. Her mother – the woman who gave birth to her had yet to come visit her. Jesse would have told her if Shelby had come by. It hurt Rachel that her mother would rather be with a child that wasn’t even hers than one that was so much like here. Their voices matched, they liked the same things, they were like living copies of each other; so why would she choose Quinn’s bastard child instead of her.
Coming back to reality, Rachel tried to catch up on what he was telling her, falling in on the end of his sentence listening to how he told her how great her performance was. That surprised her, the first time she had performed for him, well even though. He told her it lacked emotional depth, and that really hurt her. It was one of her pocket songs, that she really loved – and he tore it down before he could even introduce himself. “You liked it? Really? Rain on my Parade was one of my stronger songs, and when you told me that it wasn’t good it made me work so much harder, and feel that much more of my song.” Letting him hold her hand, she gazed at them together before looking back up at Jesse as he continued his story.
The next few strings of words hurt Rachel too. Batting her eyes she looked away and locked her eyes on the window outside, small droplets starting to form on the window panes. That meant the first part of their dating, he didn’t mean anything that he said or did. That comment bit at her until his next one slowly entered her ears and let her cheeks blush, bringing red across her face. Rachel loved the making out as much as he did, and she did love him, but when he told her that he had sex before and it didn’t matter. “Did you mean what you said…? That night…?” Looking up at him through her eyelashes, “Have you…?” Rachel didn’t think that she needed to continue – Jesse should understand.
Rachel continued to listen to him, allowing him to hold her hands. Smiling at his chuckle she decided not to interrupt him again. But jesse continued on, and on, and on, and on – babbling and talking, which he really could have condensed. Even though his words almost seemed ranting, she loved it. How he loved her, and couldn’t stop thinking about her, how he fell in love with her in a ‘behind the scenes’ or Romeo and Juliet sort of way, that is what he said. Then about broadway – and everything. They kissed – well, Rachel kissed him. Rachel pulled him in for just one second of complete passion that she wanted to share with him, so that they would have something that connected them to this moment.
At first, she didn’t feel the normal feel of Jesse’s lips kissing he back, her heart almost stopped. And then as if a light flicked on, Jesse kissed her back. The feeling of every nerve in her body igniting and burning made both her heart rate, and blood pressure rise. But as she pulled away, she realized the lack of physical contact from Jesse to herself. Her hands and their lips were the only things that had touched. Flicking her eyes quickly to his hands, which were not on her, she looked back to him before he opened his eyes. Maybe it was because he was afraid of hurting her, but she still craved his touch. “Two stars, shining bright.” Her hair brushed across her cheek, landing softly on his, almost providing a curtain for the two of them. Eyes gazed only at him and only for him. There wasn’t a thought about Finn, or any other guy from her whole self – she just wanted him and knew that if he loved her like she did now, then their would be no problem.
If Rachel wasn’t connected to the machines, she would have gotten out of the bed and sat in his lap, allowing the boy to wrap his arms around her and gently sing her to sleep, so for now all she had was the feeling of his warm breath across her cheeks, hands running through his soft curls, and their foreheads leaning onto one another. “h-how is he? Your uncle, I’ve seen him a few times at…”Rachel closed her eyes trying to think, “ Yesterday – but recently he hasn’t been there.” For all she knew, he could have just been going when she wasn’t there, but he seemed to love her singing, or so she thought. “I wouldn’t spend money on anywhere…aren’t you going to New York soon..? Find something on Boadway?” why would he get a new home when he would have to lose it as soon as he got it.
But when her weight became too much for the girl, Rachel leaned back on the bed; her head resting lightly on the bright pink pillows that her fathers had brought from their home. Pulling her star blanket – the one with all the embroidered stars on it – up over her she let her gaze fall back on Jesse.”b-but…. I don’t want to wait…” she never wanted to wait. When musical inspiration came to her, she had to let it out.
“JUVIE!” Rachel gasped, having to catch her breath – everything must have been ten times worse than what Rachel had originally assumed. ”w-w-was this…in the news?” If she was in jail this had to have been everywhere. She had to go check on her, as soon as she was allowed out of the hospital she would make her way to see Santana – she had to get her out of there. They needed her just as much as the rest of the members, maybe not her, but they needed Santana.
“Please…and tell everyone…how sorry I am not there..” She wanted to be there so bad – she needed to be there, making sure that every turn was perfect in time, not to mention that her kicks wouldn’t nearly be as high if she didn’t stretch and practice every single day.
Jesse’s voice made Rachel tear up – she was so happy that he was here with her. “Just hold me now, and let it be. Shelter me, comfort me.” A small pause followed as she closed her eyes and listened to his voice. It was something that she could do constantly. “The rain can't hurt me now, This rain will wash away what's past And you will keep me safe And you will keep me closeI'll sleep in your embrace at last…” Rachel hummed the next part lightly – trying to hold in the obvious pain that it was causing her. She hummed, tears lining her eyes until the harmonies came – where she sang again, “So don't you fret, M'sieur Marius I don't feel any pain, A little fall of rain, Can hardly hurt me now…” Rachel took a shaky breath, “That's all I need to know And you will keep me safe ..And you will keep me close… the rain….will make the flowers…grow..” Rachel grabbed her mask putting it over her mouth as she felt her diaphragm scream at her for singing, for hitting every note in perfect succession, for matching those harmonies with him.
Rachel heard a door open and let her eyes, watered still, fly to the door, surprised at who was there. Had they heard the whole song? “Finn..” she said breathlessly,looking at him, letting her hand fall from Jesse’s as she tried to sit up, doing it a bit to quickly and wincing slightly. Her bandages might be a lot for him.
“w-we c-called, or jesse did….” Rachel couldn’t seem to look him in the eye as she spoke, something inside her made her feel completely worthless, and like a vial girl for being with jesse too. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, “Where were you finn, you weren’t there when I needed you.”
* - - M E ;
[/i][/font][/size]- Name; - Br!tt
- Age; - Seventeen
- How you found us; - Add
- How long you've been roleplaying; - 7 and a half years
- Other Characters; - none
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Anyways! Welcome to Vocal Exhilaration! I can't wait to see more of Rachel around! 