Post by PENELOPE JADE FREEMAN on Jun 20, 2012 6:11:35 GMT
penelope jade freeman
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PEN • TWENTY-TWO • SCARLETT JOHANSSON • RUDE[/center]
you're so good and you're so bad
[/b][/i][/font][/size]that everybody wants to be your man[/size][/center][/font][/b][/i]
nicknames: pen.
age: twenty-two.
birthday: november seventeenth.
sexual orientation: heterosexual.
member group: resident.
playby: scarlett johansson.
appearance: fair skin and the perfect curves are what make up penelope freeman. the fantastic genetics of her family have certainly not failed her one bit, and she knows that. as a matter of fact, she's more than happy to use it to her advantage. pair the aforementioned with curly, dirty blonde locks that reach just past her shoulders and are rarely ever frizzy, and sparkling blue eyes, and you've just about got an angel on your hands. pen stands at about 5'4" and weighs around 130 pounds, so she's not the biggest girl in any sense of the word, but her personality tends to attempt to make up for that. she may look like an angel at times, and she may even seem like it, but just remember that looks can be deceiving... and so can sounds, for that matter. the blonde beauty also has the good fortune of possessing full lips (that are too big, if you ask her), angular eyebrows, and a somewhat oval facial structure, not that pen's really paid much attention to how her face is constructed. all she needs to know is that she's drop-dead gorgeous, and she does.
modest clothing is a no... for the most part. pen tries not to come across as a complete slut- maybe just a tease. thought you won't spot her wearing designer anything, she has a tendency to buy things that look like they just may be designer, even if they are just knockoffs. she does, after all, have a budget. her ensembles typically consist of capris and low-cut shirts, along with some jewelry and heels or sandals. never sneakers. pen hasn't worn sneakers since she was a teenager, and she doesn't plan on doing it again.[/ul][/ul]
you're so good and you're so bad
[/b][/i][/font][/size]that everybody wants to be in your hair[/size][/center][/font][/b][/i]
- sunrises.
- cooking.
- parties.
- whiskey.
- accents.
- exercise.
- restaurants.
- movies.
- volleyball.
- tattoos.[/size]
dislikes:
- orders.
- inactivity.
- dogs.
- sneakers.
- cold.
- long nails.
- good boys.
- responsibility.
- sticky hands.
- mtn. dew.
strengths:
+ daring.
+ active.
+ fearless.
+ charismatic.
+ flirty.
weaknesses:
- follower.
- sly.
- manipulative.
- flaky.
- liar.
fears:
- not being loved.
- being alone.
goals:
- become a journalist.
- fall in mutual love.
secrets:
- she has a daughter, but she left her with her parents.
- she lost her virginity when she was thirteen.
overall personality: despite her angelic looks, pen is far from a choirgirl. as a matter of fact, she's pretty much the opposite. she is abrupt with what she says, hardly caring if her words affront you or not. if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. she uses more than her fair share of colorful language, which just goes to show that no matter how much she dresses up, pen will likely never be very ladylike. she can pretty herself all she likes, but cleaning up that mouth of hers is something that hasn't worked, even with years of people (her mother, for example) trying to do so. she's spent her years manipulating people to do as she pleases, mainly her family and the occasional good boy who has something she wants. as a result, she's become very good at it, and is a fairly skilled actress... or liar, depending on your point of view.
in spite of her more negative traits, pen does have a few more positive things that make her a somewhat decent human being. if nothing else, she's fun, and definitely the friend one would take to a party simply for the entertainment. she rarely turns down a dare or challenge, if at all, which can make things either exciting or dangerous. along with that, she can actually be friendly and kind if she wants to. being a bitch isn't hard-wired into her- it's just easier. the blonde isn't afraid to state what she thinks, which is another thing that gets her into trouble if she doesn't watch herself.[/ul][/ul]
and under your skin and in those clothes
[/b][/i][/font][/size]and on those lips but me[/size][/center][/font][/b][/i]
father: peter freeman, fifty-four, store owner.
siblings: dallas freeman, twenty-seven, police officer.
meghan jensen, twenty-six, receptionist.
trace freeman, twenty-one, mooch.
other important people: brother-in-law- tyler jensen, twenty-eight, firefighter.
ex-boyfriend- carson giles, twenty-six, musician.
baby daddy- tristan quinn, twenty-two, unknown.
daughter- victoire freeman, five, kindergartener.
pets: n/a.
nationality: english.
birthplace: grant, indiana.
overall history: born the seventeenth of november in 1989, penelope was, for a while, the youngest of the freeman clan. then trace came along, and there were two babies to fuss over, which probably made things more than a little difficult on peter and ellen, but they were used to it, seeing as they'd had to deal with the same thing with their two oldest children, dallas and meghan. besides, children grew older and more capable of caring for themselves- pen probably reached that point before trace did, if you ask her ("seeing as how trace still can't take care of himself"). and thus, she developed slowly into what she is today: persuasive and charming. or manipulative and a flirt. even as a young child, pen was a manipulator. she'd use her looks, expressions, voice, anything that she could to get someone to do what she wanted, whether that someone was a teacher in school, a classmate, or her very own family. it was just the way things were. each of the freeman children had their own roles. dallas was the brave one, meghan was the good girl, pen was the manipulator, and, eventually, trace was the drunken screw-up. before that, he was just the least intelligent.
years went by, and, sometime near the end of the year that she turned sixteen, pen fell in love. sure, she'd been with boys before, but they weren't like tristan. he'd grown up with a bad family, and had had a hard life, but pen had taken an interest in him, which resulted in her learning more about him than anyone else at their school knew. determined to "fix" him, she showered him with attention, and, as pen does, fell head over heels for him. when she was seventeen, the two decided to show how much they loved each other in a way that didn't quite require saying it. a few weeks later, pen took a pregnancy test because she wasn't feeling well. when she saw that tiny little plus sign, she nearly passed out, wondering how she was going to keep this one from everybody. eventually, she decided that her family would have to find out. but just because they knew didn't mean anyone else needed to. tristan himself didn't need to know. in fact, she broke up with him without even giving him a reason. to this day, he doesn't know that he has a child. pen spoke to her parents about the baby, and they certainly weren't thrilled, but they gave in when she came to them with papers saying she could drop out of high school. they assumed she wanted to so she could take care of the baby, and pen was smart enough not to tell them any different. so she dropped out and had the baby months later- a girl. victoire freeman. a few days after her daughter's birth, pen took off, leaving only a very short goodbye note. she was gone, and she didn't plan on coming back.
her first stop was las vegas, nevada- who didn't want to go to vegas? besides, she had a believable fake id that said she was twenty-one, which meant she could do whatever she damn well pleased. she went back to dating, but none of them were really like tristan at all. when she was nineteen, pen met carson. carson giles, singer and guitarist of an up-and-coming band that played wherever they could get a gig. they were a pretty good band. they weren't famous by any stretch of the imagination and most of their fanbase was teenage girls that shouldn't be in the venues they were playing in the first place. none of that mattered, though. carson was a nice guy. or, at least, he seemed like it in the beginning. as time went on and pen was present when he was drunk or high, she discovered that he was a lot less pleasant to be around during those times. the temper he already possessed intensified, got out of hand. he hit her, called her names, but she stuck around. she claimed it was because she loved him, but the more frequently that it happened, the less sure of herself she sounded. after one particularly bad evening, pen got fed up with it. she grabbed her things, grabbed the keys to carson's beloved car, and left vegas. she drove until she desperately needed a break, which landed her in beechshire, california.
that was around seven months ago, and pen hasn't regretted her irrational decision since. she still calls her family sometimes, like she used to, and she even has a job now. she's only a waitress as a local restaurant- the kind of restaurant teenagers meet up with their friends at after school- but a job is a job, and it gets her money to buy clothing, food, and to pay rent for her crappy apartment. she hasn't really felt more free in years, but she's, of course, still not content. pen has never truly felt content, and if you ask her, it's something that's very unlikely to happen.[/ul][/ul]
kiss and tell, everybody else
[/b][/i][/font][/size]that you're at your best[/size][/center][/font][/b][/i]
alias: callie.
age: lulz dnt ask a lady hurr age. loljk i'm sixteen. <callieshutup
random fact: there are video game characters i want to marry.
other characters: jfc not yet give me some time~~~
rp sample: This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. After two hours of amazing sex, Logan's temporary bedmate was supposed to be tired and passed out instead of cuddling into his side like a fucking leech. He supposed this was what he got for sleeping with a fan instead of some random person with no idea of who he was, though. The fan, sadly, was asking him way too many questions. It would just be harsh to throw a pillow over her face so she couldn't talk anymore, so, with great difficulty, he resisted the urge. Anyone who knew anything about him knew that he hated questions, which was why he really should think about just having multiple friends with benefits. He probably would, if having sex with the same people over and over again wasn't so boring, so repetitive. Since it was, he was stuck with groupies that wanted to know everything about him, which was, obviously, too much. He didn't want to share, no matter how great the sex had been. This girl -- whatever her name was -- didn't have anything to be proud of. She was average in bed, and so she was getting no questions answered, not even the simple ones like where he'd lived before the tour had begun, before Injected Hopeless had gotten famous. That question wasn't even that bad, but he still didn't want to answer, for fear of encouraging her. "Can we not talk?" he grumbled, falling onto the pillow beneath him and throwing an arm over his eyes. Maybe if he couldn't see her, she'd disappear.
Instead, she removed his arm from his eyes and gave what she probably thought was a seductive pout. It wasn't. "I just wanted to know some things, Logan..." She was trying to sound innocent, and that wasn't working for her, either. For fuck's sake, couldn't she just get out of his bed and leave him alone? He was bored of her already. He just needed to think of a relatively polite way to make her leave. He rolled over to make his back face her, staying silent. She heaved an irritable sigh, and he smirked smugly to himself. Good, let her get bored, he thought to himself. He should really think about who he was taking to his bed before he did it. More often than not, it ended up being a pain in his ass, and not in a good way. How hard was it for people to understand that he just wanted sex and then to be left alone? At least by the nosy people that asked too many questions. The sleepers, he could deal with. It was the super fans that wanted to know everything that he really should just prohibit himself from sleeping with.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, causing both the girl and Logan to look over to it. The blond stayed still only for a moment before pushing himself out of the bed and hunting around the room for his boxers. Sure, they'd been in a mad frenzy to get each other's clothes off, but he knew his boxers were around here somewhere. After a few moments, he found them and pulled them on. The girl looked uncertainly at the door, and started to get up to find her own clothes, but Logan had opened the door before she could. He heard her huff behind him, and he saw her draw the covers back over herself out of the corner of his eye. Oh well. Maybe she'd get miffed enough to leave without him having to throw her out. Logan directed his gaze back to the person at his door: Harry. He raised his eyebrows. "I'm not your little bitch, you whore. What did you want?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame. His lips turned upwards slightly, forming a smirk as he looked at his friend. It was a little shady of him, popping up late at night like this. Oh, who was Logan kidding? They both knew precisely what Harry was doing here, even if the girl in the bed behind them was utterly oblivious. Just as well. Harry didn't want his sexual exploits with Logan to be everywhere, and Logan couldn't care less if people knew who he slept with in his spare time. Let them judge him if they liked -- he didn't care. There wasn't really much Logan did care about. The members of his band were some of the few things. He cared about them. Aside from that? There wasn't much else.
There was a noise behind him, and the blond man turned to see his company crawling out of bed with the blanket wrapped around her like a towel while she walked around the room, searching for her own clothes. Apparently, his hadn't been the only ones thrown somewhere in their mad rush. Once she found them, she walked into the bathroom off the side of the bedroom, likely to change. Good. Maybe that meant she was leaving. He needed his bedroom back anyways, if the fact that Harry was showing up at his room this early was any indication of what was to come. A short time after she'd retreated into the bathroom, the girl came back out, making a beeline for the door. "I'm just going to go," she mumbled, the corners of her eyes wet. Logan ignored them. "I'm obviously not wanted here." So she'd figured out that he'd used her. Well, good for her. "Took you long enough to notice," Logan muttered as she walked past he and Harry. She made sure to flip him off as she left the vicinity. "Such a sweet girl, don't you think?" he remarked to Harry, lifting his eyebrows jokingly. I thought she'd never leave, he thought to himself in relief. He could, however, do with some more sex. You know, to get the stress out or... something like that. Fuckever. Like he needed a valid reason.[/ul][/ul]
