Post by mikiyashida on Jul 3, 2011 15:20:46 GMT -6
YASHIDA, MIKI;
"This little girl was alone in the world
Until she found a way to get a fix for free"
"This little girl was alone in the world
Until she found a way to get a fix for free"
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McKinley High School, Heterosexual, Seventeen, Junior, Sociable Introvert
"It's been real."
See that quote? That real lame thing floating over this text? That's my yearbook message as of today, 24th of February, in the grandiose year of 2009. It's been real. Real. This will be forever printed underneath my fabulous senior year picture (because I will be absolutely fabulous, even if I have to cut someone) and my daughter will look at me with a horrible smirk sometime in the year 2030. She'll laugh and say "It's been real? Wow, you certainly left a mark Mom." I'm the kind of girl who needs to leave something behind or take something to remember where I've been. Humans need mementos like air, and I for one won't be choking on memories that will half-gone by the time I'm 25. I don't buy into the popular crowd shenanigans. It's much better to be remembered for something you really like than for something earned in the top caste of a status-quo you're desperately clinging to.
Sure, Bowling For Soup sang High-School Never Ends. I know that 'adult' life will be the same as the ride I've just hopped off only with a chance of swiping my V-card early and lots of friends who'll offer a night with Mary Jane. Still, it'd be nice to be part of something besides the Yearbook Club; the club also known as the central hub for all the gossip in the little ol' McKinley (besides that Israel kid's 'Glee Club Sucks Blog). I'm not one to avoid a good rumor now and again but I don't need to know how much pot Mr. Ryerson can smoke in an hour, really.
So, being the smallest of three children, with a family business that financed the Toyota Vienta city in the parking lot with the falling bumper, I spent the better part of September 2011 trying to find something to embrace. So I made a mental list of things to avoid: no sports, or my father would be too enthusiastic, and no cooking, because my mother would criticize me. 'You cook for this club and not for your family? What's the difference between making a pie for them and a pan of Tamago gohan, eh?'. Not pretty. Then, one day it hit me like a ton of bricks falling off a truck in the middle of a high on a broiling day. In all actuality the idea was blasted in my ear when Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez almost jumped on my table at lunch, wailing Empire State of Mind for all they were worth.
They kept dancing and singing and soon enough my camera was out, snapping frames here and there. I got a good fifty photos or so (which the Yearbook Club later refused to print since apparently no one remembered the incident). I found a place to make a mark, to be remembered. I wanted the High-School equivalent of what men like Achilles and Agamemnon and Julius Ceaser wanted: glory. Sure, it's the most shallow and callous reason to join an extra-curricular activity in the first place but everyone's allowed that one thing they'll do anything to get.
So on that day, after watching the 'un-enthused' reactions of my classmates to the performance, I decided to join Glee Club.
Only... ten months later I'm still cooking at my parents' Bento-Box stand at the local Lima Grand Mall food court while fighting my older brother wanting a tempura-only shidashi bento for himself. I said I wanted to be remembered, not that I'd be brave enough to actually join the Glee Club.
So while I watch Easy A and try to gather up the courage to do something outside of the infernal box Lima youths are trapped in I'll stuff myself with sweets. My parents will be on my case about everything in my life: my studies, my clothes, my university choices and if I'll soil tradition and marry some non-Asian type of guy. At least my brother and sister are married and settled down on opposite sides of the country. This leaves me to serve bento-boxes over the summer to fat tourists and equally fat locals just like I learned when I was ten.
Joy.
Sample Rp is from Express Yourself; A Glee RP / Character is an Original / Aries Andres Alvarez
The possibility that he could be arrested for trespassing on school grounds had run through Aries's mind six or seven times. It was a Goodyear blimp hovering over the 'How-Can-You-Be-So-Stupid' stadium in his head. It rolled around and bounced off the walls, clashing the gears of his mind and causing that annoying sensation to form. It was one of the worst ones ever. That feeling, that nagging sensation that you're either going to get caught or karma would catch up to you later. While his mind was in a state of conundrum, his body continued to move. The door to the choir room had been left unlocked and he managed to slip in during the hallway shuffle.
Briiiiing.
Students made their way to their respective classrooms, all so busy that the Carmel High Junior gave thanks to whatever entity shaped the earth and universe. His Olympus E-PL2 was pulled out of the brown satchel strapped to him. He snapped a couple of quick shots of the red chairs on the risers, the black piano and the band's instruments. All in all it didn't seem like a very extraordinary room. Then again, Aries's wasn't one to be malicious enough to try and undermine the competition. That being said, he knew better than to go against what DG wanted. He could attempt to ignore the Vocal Adrenaline stooges but a direct order from their coach (and slaver, for that matter) was like a knife to the throat.
He liked his place in Carmel, even if the tables were somewhat inverted socially; plus he couldn't have his 3.8 average affected by a man's rather insane tactics. He was pretty tired of the glee club running around like they owned everything and everyone but it was better to stick to status-quo this time rather than go against it. He had a couple of months and a year left: better to make the best of it.
Aries sat down at the piano bench glanced at the empty whiteboard at the front of the room, checking the first couple of pictures with his camera before running a hand along the keys. He remembered the video he saw a couple of weeks prior, with internet sensation Sam Tsui and a friend singing 'Just A Dream'.
His nimble fingers traveled along the keys and his voice rode the soft tune, almost a whisper against the sound of the keys.
"Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream..." Aries sang softly before letting his fingers stop and his voice die out.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face as he placed the camera on a timer and set it to take several frames. He set it at an angle, taking one picture to check it was alright and then began to play again. At least the people back in Carmel would get a kick out of watching one of their own toying around the New Directions choir room.
"So I travel back...down that road...When she come back? No one knows."
Hey, I'm Angelicque. I found V.E. while looking at other boards advertisement threads. I'm 18 and I've been roleplaying for 5 years.
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