Post by maeru on Nov 2, 2009 4:38:10 GMT -5
" sing us the song of the century
[/b][/i]maegan . sonny . driscol[/font][/size]
"Looking through glass eyes; give it a few tries nothing goes right in its time.
Kill all its bad dreams wonder 'bout no things; circles and spirals in mind."
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maegan sonny driscol[/size]
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twenty-six
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march 20
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feminine
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heterosexual
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master
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" the dawn of my love and conspiracy
[/b][/i]at first glance, you seem okay[/font][/size]
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faceclaim !
sara watkins
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She has short brown hair that’s cut to her chin, blonde weave, often wavy but sometimes strait, and occasionally pulled back messily.
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Her eyes are almond shaped yellow-green (or hazel) eyes with long lashes that look bad with black mascara on them.
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Maegan isn’t by any standards the movie star, she’s not tall and thin, nor does she possess flawless movie star skin. She’s got blemishes across her face cleverly hidden by make-up; she wears casual clothing of natural tones, usually nothing too “loud,” she prefers softer clothes. You’ll never catch her in leather or anything that would be tight enough to pop her well endowed chest out of its top. She’s rather plain, sometimes wearing printed clothing, sometimes wearing flat colors. Jeans are mandatory – skirts and dresses are occasional with their proper circumstances. Her shoes consist of mostly sneakers, the occasionally she’ll wear black flats – hardly ever heels, until it snows in the winter and she busts out the boots. She’s quite short – though average for most women – being only three inches above five feet, her body lightly rounded but by no way obese (course she won’t tell you how much she weighs either). Maegan’s bosom is a good size compared to the rest of her body, a slight pouch over her belly balances both the breast and the booty, her thighs are pleasantly large and only add to her hourglass body. But again, not overly large just charmingly pudgy, she calls it her baby fat. If you must know a pant size to gain accurate representation then she’s a six, and she usually wears medium shirts, is a B cup, and wears size eight shoes.
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" forgotten hope and the class of thirteen
[/b][/i]but looking deeper, you're farther away[/font][/size]
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...sweets – and anything sugary, meats, music, the theater – musicals and plays, her violin and ukulele, her family, chivalry, men, sleeping in, autumn and winter, coffee – but only with chocolate and lots of sugar and cream, foods containing potatoes, her café-bakery (Sweet Tunes), cats, Welsh Corgis, Great Pyrenees, lions, corny jokes and lines, cult classics, cartoons, and herself.
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...anything bitter, rap and country, steel guitars, people who are rude for no reason, waking up early, summer, Chihuahuas, Dachshunds, alcohol and drugs, children (ages 0 to 13), open water, the beach, reality shows, silent films, liars, vegetables, fish or seafood of any sort, hairless animals – cats, dogs, naked mole rats, crime, cleaning, and confrontation.
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...a strong and irrational fear of spiders, even looking at pictures on the internet sets her into hysterics; loves watching cartoons, kids cartoons though, not adult ones – silly little things that usually don’t have any plot at all; has a tendency to call anyone younger than her or anyone that comes to her café “sweetie, darling, honey” and any synonyms of those words.
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...to make her café-bakery (Sweet Tunes) into a chain across the Country, and maybe in some other Countries as well; have a beautiful wedding someday.
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Maegan is best described as sweet, sunny, and understanding. She’s a darling woman who doesn’t usually act her proper age, even when trying to be professional about her job as a café owner. She has a love of life that gloomy and secretive Boston could never in a million years keep sedated, and most of this love is showered upon her friends and of course her loving pet cat, Seymour. If there’s a way to be soft spoken and yet speak your mind then she’s it. Not one to jump the gun, but not shy about inserting her opinion into the mix, and yet somehow managing to be unbiased in situations that call for the neutral party. Mae’s spent years living and working in the same place, and as such it sometimes translates how restless she is, wishing to leave and yet somehow trapped by an unknown force – most likely the thought of losing her precious Sweet Tunes. But this lady isn’t purely fun and games, she’s a hard worker and her café comes first – second only to her cat. Despite her understanding calm, she has a rather nasty temper, though thankfully it’s not triggered by a whole lot. Mostly pushy and impudence tweaks her buttons, that a young children, especially the screaming ones. Like most people she has her down times, periods of sadness – due to a lost friend, lost pet, lost family member – periods of anger, periods of wistful longing, she’s human and the world of humanity is never black and white, it’s full of many variations of every emotion, and likewise a little bit of every personality. Some negative features of Maegan are that she’s a distrusting individual; she hardly ever believes first impressions – though perhaps it’s a good thing in this city. She’s also a procrastinator, things that need to be done don’t tend to get finished in a timely manner – most projects are left till the last minute (some even till after the last minute). Very bad at sharing her true feelings, she finds it cripplingly difficult to talk about her problems, despite the fact that she’s been to a psychologist once or twice about the problem it doesn’t seem to be getting better – she prefers to think that her problems don’t exist, at least until she spends a night emoing in the corner of her bedroom about it (no not cutting, just angsting).
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" and the welfare's asphyxiating
[/b][/i]every hero has a story[/font][/size]
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history !
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When Mr. and Mrs. Driscol brought their little baby girl home it was with joy and a fondness that they did so. The infant had been blessed with an “M” upon her wrist, the coveted status of master, lucky her! Like mother and father she was to continue the line as a free human, she wouldn’t be cursed to serve – much unlike her older brother Jude. Despite the fact that he was bitterly jealous of his little sister, Jude resented his little sister a little, but mostly he adored Maegan, or Maegers as he often called her as she grew – he was eight when she was born. Father Daniel Marshal worked in a cubicle for a newspaper as editor, while mother Jean Laura owned a small Bakery (which Maegan would later inherit). The family of four (seven when you added the three cats) lived in the suburbs of Boston, and they struggled through the next few years…
As young Maegan was growing, her brother was a prominent part of her life, always there for as long as she could remember, as well as loving Grandfather Alfred and Grandmother Margret. All three doted on the growing baby girl, but she tended to favor Jude, “bubba” and Grandpa Al. The bond between the three would continue to grow until Al died at the age of seventy-nine on a bleak and yet sunny summer day. This left both Jude and Maegan devastated. Daniel was too busy working to put a stop to anything, but Jean at least closed shop for a week to allow proper grieving of her father. It seemed with this tie broken the happy family would begin to dwindle. Daniel and Jean would begin fighting shortly after, ending in Daniel leaving and Jean inviting her mother to live with her and the children (who would visit their father at his new and ritzy apartment every other week). Jude was possibly more conflicted with the death of his grandpa than Maeg was, being eighteen now and about to be assigned he skipped town and vanished from their lives. Maegan being ten didn’t quite want to accept that her big bubba was gone as well as her grandpa, and for many years she waited for word from Jude, until she was in high school. In her freshman year Maegan picked up two instruments, a violin (to which she attended classes in school along with a choir class) and a ukulele (which she learned in private on her own time).
Adequately feeling old enough to take care of herself she started to grow away from her mother, and now annoying Grandma Margret. She began to hate the elderly woman, she was a sufferer of dementia and Maegan was repulsed by the fact that she was basically watching the old hag die. She loved her mother dearly, but just couldn’t take seeing a human’s mind deteriorate in such a fashion, so she went to live with Daniel and visited only on the weekends. With Daniel, and for the next few years, she would learn the workings of the business side of Boston, the one that hid the dark truth. She watched how differently her mother and father handled their servants – or rather saw truly how differently things worked in the houses. Her father seemed gentle, but much sterner than her lenient mother. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being responsible for another body, particularly when she disliked both the young and the old.
But four years goes by fast and she’d soon graduated leaving Boston temporarily to attend a school for the culinary arts. Not much happened then, she lied about her tattoo, saying that it was just her first initial – who would want to hear the truth anyway? She met her first, second, and third loves – though none of them went further than a few nights in bed. And in three years she was back at home taking over the café that her mother could no longer run. She renamed the place Sweet Tunes, a place for not just enjoying coffee and music, but a bakery as well serving in breads and pastries. Pleased with herself she deeply enjoyed her twenty-sixth birthday and living in the loft above the café with her beloved cat Seymour – resident family member and best friend for five years.
" sing us a song for me
[/b][/i]behind the mask[/font][/size]
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maeru (or mae)
age ![/font][/size]
nineteen going on twenty.
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private message, if direly needed email; if you want my msn, tell me before you add me.
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i'm excited to be here.