O'NEILLE, virginia louise

[hazel]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

VIRGINIA LOUISE O'NEILLE *

my name is virginia louise o'neille and please, don't ask and just call my ginny. i guess mom just really liked old fashioned names. given the house that i grew up in, some old and fixed up victorian manor, i guess i should've made the connection long ago. anyway, i like the name. you don't usually hear it these days and sometimes you need that extra handful of oldie spices. not that i'm calling myself spicy, though i guess that would be up to you. i've been walking this dirty earth for about eighteen years. i just turned eighteen actually, a few days after my graduation. technically i graduated high school at seventeen, so i'm like the baby of my class. now i am taking a year or so off before college to go and road trip around with the band dream or die. i'm the photographer, so i'm in charge of their ... artsy things. i like to paint and do all sorts of art as well, so you will usually find me fiddling with things. for the extra little tidbits- i am a girl, and i am definitely into guys.

i like to create, that was just something that i've done since i was little. i like to think, and sometimes my friends tease me for getting lost in my thoughts. in an essence, i am a dreamer. but sometimes i dream of bad things. i'm not weird or anything, really, i just grew up in a not so great home. luckily i have art as an outlet, and usually it works as a great relief when i think a little too much. i am friendly, usually, though i tend to get a little shy and when i'm shy i may come off as a little cold shouldered. bitchy, basically. i have a temper, and my friends say i like to fight all the injustices in the world. i am good at arguing, and i like to, though sometimes i get pretty heated. it's just a quirk of mine, really. i tend to be mysterious, or that's what they all say anyway. i don't mean to, i just don't like to talk much about myself, if that makes any sense. i will talk about anything, to anyone, as long as it's not about me or my family. it's a sort of passive mysterious, one that only someone who knows me well enough would begin to see. now don't get me wrong, my family is okay. we just had some rough times when it came to a few things- well, husbands for mom. she loves me, really, but she divorces a lot. it was hard when daddy only stayed for a year or so before moving out again.

mom hates to be lonely, though, and now that she just remarried i thought it would be a good time to hit the road with my friends. she'll be fine. i'm actually looking forward to the rest of the tour. i mean, i love music and i even sing a little, but art is my true passion. it's cool to be around it, and even though the tour has taken a bit of a scary turn lately ... it's nothing bad. yet. it does make me stand on my toes though, and i think everyone feels like they're walking on eggshells. the most common thought i guess would be who's next, as dark as that sounds. we just all want to get through it in one piece, because we worked hard to get here. it would be nice to sit back and relax, and every now and then we can. whatever, as long as things don't get worse. hope for the best, right? we left orlando, home, and we'll come back eventually. just gotta hope eventually is far away and soon enough at the same time.

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

tell us a little about yourself, such as name/alias, timezone, age, and any other characters you have. don't forget the rules word and an rp sample that meets all the site's requirements.

alright so my name is hazie, well my alias is, and i am definitely over thirteen and old enough to be roleplaying here with a good understanding. i can be literate, but i tend to be lazy. xD don't worry, i post often enough. i don't have any other characters here yet, though i may make some in the future. i didn't see a password in the rules, but i may have missed it ... and here's my roleplay sample!

everything began moving fast. gunshots began blaring, and eloise found that even as she moved, there was a single shot that couldn't have been aimed at her. maybe she had been wrong about this guy being a good shot, but no one was that bad. at least, no hunter she had come across was that bad. nor should they be, in a profession revolving around the idea of killing. the darkness was as eyeblinding as before, and yet the lights of the diner were great in reflecting off of the bullets and the gun in the shadows. glad to not yet be handicapped by the situation, eloise's eyes scanned the area. her eyes caught sight of where the other hunter was, and then they caught sight of kirill. the guy was bleeding from the shoulder, and within moments he had thrown himself at her, knocking them both to the ground and out of the way of yet another stupid bullet that rang through the air harmlessly. she eyed the wound for a moment, blinking and silent as he rolled off of her, aiming his own gun and shooting the bullet with precision before collapsing back and bringing a hand to his shoulder.

the accusing glare was somewhat amusing, though eloise knew it may have been her fault she didn't run. still, there was no fun in simply making a clean getaway. and what was this human worried about anyway? dusting herself off, she shuffled toward kirill, attempting to bat his hand away from his shoulder. "well, if i ran there would be no fun. am i right?" she asked mildly, once again eyeing the wound. "now no fidgeting." she spoke, her mouth set in a grim line. she knew that if she were to do this, not only would the wound be hers but her accelerated healing would have serious implications. still, the severity it was on an angel wouldn't be near the severity it was on this human, hunter or not. she placed her hand just over the wound with the opposite arm, concentrating hard and narrowing her blue eyes. her hand and kirill's shoulder seemed to glow for the moments it took for his shoulder to heal completely, gunshot gone. the shirt was still torn and bloody, but healing didn't clean up messes. she had finished, and backed away from kirill, gasping a little as she reached for her jacket. the wound was bright and painful on her own shoulder, blood trickling down her arm and dripping onto her clothes. fumbling with her jacket, she used her good hand and teeth to tie the sleeves around the wound, hoping the tightness of it was enough and not too much. finished, she lay back, her gaze darting to kirill. "jeez, the things i do for damn humans." she smirked a little, though her face had gone white as a sheet. "there, i believe we're even now."

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