JOHNSON, sienna chelsea

[sienna]

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

SIENNA CHELSEA WORTHINGTON *

yo i'm sienna chelsea johnson. i answer to lots of things, not just sienna. just don't call me by my middle name ever and we won't have a problem kaythanks. i'm the lead guitarist for steroid runaway. yep yep. i've been told that i look an awful lot like jessica stam, but i ain't no model. ahem, i've blown out twenty one candles on august 18th. mark it on your calander. i'm a big fan for the male population, and only them, sorry girls. although i've gotten drunk and had some interesting stories before.

my favorite things on this planet is arizone ice tea and my cell phone. i'm always carrying one, and if you get me an ice tea i'll be for best friend. i also love coloring and working on new guitar riffs, although sometimes no one believes that i can play like the boys. oh well. peanut butter is amazing and it's my favorite food. usually i'll always have something with peanut butter in it as well, i don't care if it's bad for you, it's good for my taste buds. another thing i adore is coloring. sometimes it'll be all i do until the sun comes out. other likes that tickle my fancy are: sharpies, bells, hearts, necklaces, shoes, movies and video games. yep, that's pretty much everything i believe.

i cannot stand people who think they're better than anyone else. they always irk me. also, i really dislike when something of mine breaks, another thing that just makes me want to throw it across the room. moths scare me to pieces, so they also go on the HATE HATE HATE list. actually, they are the list. also, i hate when people are always like 'hey, hey you. blondie. girl in *insert clothing colors here*' i have a name, and it's none of that. a fine tap on the shoulder will suffice. some more things i hate: balloons, idiots, bitchy people, narcissists, and when the markers run out.

i've been told by some people that i'm actually quite nice when you get to know me. sure, i've been known to be shy as well but once you get to know me i'll more than likely talk to you more. i don't know what started this shyness of mine, but eh, it won't go away. i'm pretty laid back and like to have a good time with my friends. sometimes i can be the most hopeless romantic on the planet, and flowers and candy are enough to make me fall head over heels. i fall hard and i fall fast, it's just who i am. i'm a gamer girl, call of duty, left 4 dead those are my games. my favorite is grand theft auto. play and i will love you forever. and i mean it. i usually keep my promises, and will never break them. i'm a loyal friend, if you need help i'll help. and if you need someone to bail you out of jail i got it, it's all good in the hood. sarcasm is my favorite thing on the planet. and fellow speakers hold a special part of my heart. especially if they're cute.

now, my past isn't tragic or horrifying. i was born to two people, stacee and larry johnson. my mom was a police officer, my father worked in a self owned bakery. so, i know a few recipes or two. they actually met when someone decided to steal from his store, and it was pretty much love at first sight. love blossomed and soon they were married and then i came along soon after. i was more of a surprise baby than a planned one, but hey their fault. things were good after a while, and then my younger brother came into the view. and soon after that, i had another sister. i went through school fine, mostly making B's and C's, since i really would rather party than do my homework. but it was from one of my good friends that i got into guitar, and then i landed a spot in a band and here i am today, and i love it.

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'

kay so i am heather. i also go by hezzah too, or h if i'm feeling extra mysterious. but mostly heather. i'm nineteen years old, and so far this is my only character but i'll probably make a whole bunch more soon. i'm in the eastern timezone, GMT-5 etc. michigan to be exact. and yeah, that's it. :3 oh and my rp sample:

Didn’t he have a butler to make his food for him? or a cook? Call phoenix crazy but sometimes, mostly when he was lazy, he wouldn’t feel like making food. he guessed that was one of the few perks of being a rich kid. he smeared the mustard all over the meat, mostly because a lot of mustard was good. and it was only mustard that he was going to put on it. mayo made him want to throw up, ketchup obviously didn’t go with anything but burgers, fries and hot dogs, and well, yeah. that was pretty much it wasn’t it? all those salad dressing were made for salad, so yeah. and he did not usually just squirt it on there and leave it, he had to take a knife and spread it around, just like it was mayo or something. to him, it just tasted better that way. he was not sure why but it did so yeah.

He was so absorbed in his sandwich making that he did not even notice his sister walk into the room. when she spoke she made him jump, nearly stabbing himself with the knife, even though it probably wouldn’t do any damage it still scared him to death. “jesus christ hazel, give me a heart attack why don’t you.”

[/color] he said, putting everything back into the right spot, that way he dad wouldn’t have a reason to bitch and moan. then he took a bite and made an ‘mmm’ noise, probably sounding more like he was having an orgasm of the mouth instead of just it tasting wonderful. then he swallowed and decided it was time for something to drink. but hm, what did they have? he would answer his sister, but it was after he got the dry taste out of his mouth. that way when he spoke nothing would die because his mouth was so dry. yeah, that was pretty dry.

Of course she had the milk, and the only other thing there was was some sort of, well he didn’t even know. but he’d try it. so he poured it into a glass and then took a small sip. it tasted like fruit punch, so he shrugged and chugged the rest. then his stomach grumbled obviously from that mixing with the alcohol. then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and decided that now he could answer her question. “oh yeah, you know them ducks. Always plotting shit.”[/color] he vaguely remembered sending her a text about whiskey and ducks. But he’d have to check his phone once more, because honestly he was so out of it still that everything seemed like a dream before he woke up. and maybe it had been, but if it was then how did dear hazel know about the ducks? Yeah see, obviously not a dream. he shook his head and put the juice back into the fridge, satisfied.

Then he looked at his sister and wondered why she wasn’t out or something. between hazel and phoenix, they were probably home for a total of eight hours a day, and that included sleeping. phoenix never liked to be home, he would rather be away. “how come you’re not out with friends or something?”[/color] he asked before taking another bite of the yummy food. he did not even realize how hungry he was, but he was starving. then he made a face as hazel kept drinking out of the carton. Ugh, nasty. “hey fool, I drink that too. I don’t want to drink your spit you know.”[/color] he told her, pointing to the cabinet with the glasses and mugs and stuff. ugh, hazel spit. How disgusting. any spit was nasty though, not just hers. but it was just worse since she was related to him and all.

He looked at his sister once more. she was pretty, for a sister. but then again, all the harte kids were known to be lookers, especially the girls. and hazel definitely was, although this seemed weird since she was his sister and not his sister’s friend or something. and the good thing about being a twin was that most of her friends were around his age. if he had a younger sister then it would have kind of sucked, depending on how much younger the kids were than him. he wouldn’t mind 3 years younger, but any younger than it would seem to me more pedophile-ish than dating. and sorry, but phoenix was not a pedo. If anything he was the opposite, whatever that was. he shrugged, although it probably looked a little strange that he did shrug. Not like it mattered, because sometimes the boy was pretty strange.

Then he looked around and noticed the house was quite. too quiet if you asked him, but no one really did. so whatever. then he bit his bottom lip, shrugging once more. everyone probably was out and about, putting on some kind of show for someone who’s opinions mattered. not that he cared, he would rather be at home drinking his whisky then out rubbing elbows with the right people. the only thing it would matter in is if they could get him a job at the best computer business in the world, which they probably could, but phoenix would actually have to pretend to like them, and it was a lot harder than it sounded. he took another sip of the fruit punch, even though it wasn’t much, and slammed his glass down next to him, making one of those ‘ahh’ noises as he did so. “where the hell is everyone?”[/color] he asked, looking around the kitchen once more like he had x-ray vision. he wished.[/justify][/size][/blockquote]

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