I HATE TO SAY, I TOLD YOU SO.

[jessica1]

WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT

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danica lacey hughes

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" You’re counting days on the back of your hands "
" You turn the pages ‘til you have no more plans"

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[/font][/size]my name is jessica. i've been role playing for three-four years. everyone knows i'm a bitching female. this world has had my footprints stamped all over it for 1230 years. you know my oh so famous characters none, son. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION

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NAME: danica lacey hughes
NICKNAME: dana, anything you come up with.
GENDER: female
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: nineteen, september 28
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
STATUS: single, so far
RELIGION: she believes there is a God, who is supposed to save them all. 'Nuff said.
YEAR: freshman
MAJOR: cannot decide between music & modeling
PB: lizz mohin

KICK DRUM BEAT IN MY CHEST AGAIN
WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN

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DANICA LIKES: food, pop-tarts, boys, clubs, dancing, being care-free, fashion, clothes, the beach, accessories, writing, music, friends, being able to trust some one, sleeping, cuddling, starbucks, bands, animals, socializing, her hair, New York, Being Loud, Concerts, Painting walls, Traveling, Love stories, Action movies, Theaters, Scissors, Pens, restaurants, guys in tight pants, guys with longer hair, eye colors, flashy lights, Christmas, partying, drugs, being high and drunk, sex, having fun, taking pictures, post-it notes, bracelets, black fingernail polish, jokes, food, ipods, clocks, apples, shopping, microphones, her hair, tattoos, childrens books, money, prada, candy, halloween, sunglasses, shoes, clocks, shiny things, water, city lights, the band; a day to remember, all kinds of music, sunburns, fire, dancing in the rain, chapstick, make-up, kisses, chocolate, cameras, speakers, loud music, vanilla candles, reading, batman, transformers, && more.
DANICA DISLIKES: sluts, drama queens, failing, not being liked, being excluded, spiders, insects, work, monkeys, authority, being told what to do, exaggeration, not knowing what will happen next, scary movies, hard situations, decision making, getting burned by straighteners, smudged eyeliner, roadkill, arrogance, really scary buff guys, doctors, dentists, staplers, bullfrogs, bullies, slow internet, smell of alcohol, messy hand-writing, little kids, being sick, tea, cough medicine, dry lips, dry skin, faded tans, licorice, red bull, really long lines, counting money, feeling handicapped, being lied to, being told her flaws, flaws, apples, spiderman, && more.
PERSONALITY:

CRAVES ATTENTION. I think the title is pretty much self-explanatory. Danica likes to be involved, if you want to ignore her, she’ll find some way to slither her way in to the group. But c’mon, who could ignore her? Dana was pampered for a long time, when she was younger. Out of her adoptive siblings, she was the youngest of the three. The baby had to be taken care of. Then, Danica turned another year older, and the attention was no longer on her. She’d find anyway she could to have some one talk to her for a while, or tell her what she wanted to hear. Now, among all these people she just has to find some way to fit it, and be included. Danica doesn’t do so well as the awkward preschooler on the swings alone. She won’t go over board and make up tons of lies; in fact she cannot stand liars.

TRUSTING. Danica is way to trusting. If you say jump off that trailer, and I’ll catch you, she’d probably do it, automatically reassuring herself that you’ll be there with open arms. Dana is often taken advantage of, and therefore usually needs some one to stick up for her, and tell her what to do, for her own good; some one that she can trust with all her heart. All a guy has to do is sweet talk her a bit, and tell her how pretty she is, or how much he wants to hangout with her, and she’s basically yours. Except for the sex thing. Danica doesn’t do one-night stands. She’d rather punch you in the balls and run away then take off her shirt for you. Sorry guys, you’d get as far as a kiss, before she awkwardly says goodnight. No matter how many times some one screws her over, like man’s best friend, she’ll forgive you.

HUGE SOUND. Lets get one little thing down straight. She is a loud girl. She enjoys blarring music and talking in a big voice. There is no such thing as an 'inside' voice, for her. When you hear a "HEY!", followed by a slender blond bombshell, you know Danica Lacey Hughes has arrived. Dana is accustomed to this type of speaking, and she is certainly not a good whisperer. Dana can absolutely not stand the quiet. She has always been one to break the silence. Even as a little kid, Danica was giggling during pre-k's 'Moment of Silence'. This fashionista was always the child that got asked to leave by the very nerdy librarian. And the woman would always sigh when she came back about a week later. In class she was always "Shh Danica!". Everyone recognized her as the loud-mouth. Dana acknowledges the fact that she is loud, and it is hard for her to be quiet. She has 'embraced' that she has a big voice, and it won't ever change. Clapping your hand over her lips were basically do no good, the little bugger would probably lick your palm. Danica thinks her parents annoyance with her vocals is extremely hilarious. They are naturally doe-like, and she is t-rexish. Hear her roar, you'll know when she's coming around the corner.

BRUTALLY HONEST. "To tell you the truth, I think you should stop whining. He never liked you anyway." Those exact words have come out of Dana's mouth. She is bitterly honest. So honest, it might even hurt you. She is used to be calling a stupid bitch, and she doesn't mind. The truth hurts, so you can listen or hear lies. Danica hates liars, cannot stand them. So, why would she be one herself? If you lie to Danica, you have just earned yourself a spot on the shun you for awhile list. It is almost like she is incapable of lying. Dana has often tried to not tell the complete truth, and she sucks major at it. A person can almost see the story flooding out of her eyes. She actually likes being honest. Miss Hughes was almost eaten alive by the guilt, once. Shy doesn't know how people do it, she can barely fake a smile when she's really angry as fire. Danica has lost many friends from being straight and to the point. Conversations are often amusing and unpredictable with her, she'll basically let you into the wonderful world of Danica. I am not saying that she doesn't shut up, just went she does talk, you'll hear it. The raven haired girl is also very good at telling when some one else is bluffing. It doesn't work, trying to get passed her built-in lie detector, so just don't do it. I mean, if you wanna stay on her good side. Danica does know when she shouldn't say whats on her mind, but it is hard. Like it says in her history, only drama has come from her many words of 'wisdom'. Watch out, you just might have to wave goodbye to denial.

PARTY ANIMAL. The next thing that is vital to knowing Dana, is that she is a hard celebrator. Danica would rather go all out on a Friday night, then sit at home and watch movies. She can usually be found in a hyped club, the ones with the flashing neon lights. This gene could only be passed on from Danica's biological mom. Ali and Chris were never like this, not that Dana knows of. To put you on the right path, you better be able to keep up. Danica loves to be shown a good time, and most likely will be reluctant to settle for anything else. The girl has been kicked out of clubs plenty of times, but that didn't dampen her spirits. She would find her way to another one. Dana loves to dance, that is one of the reasons clubs catch her attention. Wether she be joking around, or plain serious, you'll see Danica in the mass of bodies in a club. If you say the word party, Dana will instantly listen to you, those are the key words for grabbing her attention. Danica does have down time for laying around, but just remember what happens when night rolls around.

JUDGEMENTAL. Danica may not mean to, but she will most likely look at you and think she knows you like the back of her hand. You may wear a short dress once and she'll think 'slut', but tomorrow you wear some Amish skirt. She really doesn't know who you are and what you're like, she just thinks what she sees. Dana thinks she has everyone all figured out, when she truly does not. Once she gets to know you, she'll probably feel bad for stamping a label on to your forehead, when she barely knew your name. She struggles with labeling, but luckily, her loving streak helps her get over it.

LOVING. Despite Danica's judging, it is easy for her to love people. She likes to talk and socialize, so explain to me why, she wouldn't become attached to some certain human beings. Dana can accept anyone for who they are, even though she has a hard time accepting herself. She'll take you back anytime you stomp on her, except for if you lie. Good luck, then. She can easily like some one, so just talk with her.

SECRETLY AFFECTIONATE. So, when it comes to real life scenarios, Danica most likely will give you a hug. Seriously, get over it. But, physically, Dana would love to snuggle up to you and have you wrap her in your arms. Dana can do it with anybody, it doesn't matter if you are a boy or girl, as long as you want to return the action. To win her over, basically you just have to cuddle with her, and not tell a lie. But, lately, being the newbie and all, she doesn't have anyone to really do it with.

SLY. Basically, she can be a fox. When she wants to be. She doesn't care whose feelings she steps on to get to the top. Life is hard, and just because she can be pretty lovely, does not mean she will not do what it takes to make it. Dana could be the sneakiest person in the world, easily avoiding certain topics, but not lying to your face. She has certain little characteristics to indicate she's plotting something. You better watch her expressions for coy little side smiles, and her eyes resting anywhere but your face. Dana hasn't been caught much, which means she's good at her work. It will take some one who knows her well, to figure out when she is planning something for herself, or for some one else. We already established that she is a hound for attention, so why wouldn't she strive to win? Along with her slyness, comes a competitive side. Just..watch yourself.



SECRETS: she wants some one to care for her. keeps her drug use from her parents. stole from a clothing store. fell off a runway during a show. had sex three times in one day. believes in God. deathly afraid of dentists & doctors, so takes good care of her teeth and tries not to get sick.
FEARS: of being seen weak, of dying, of being rejected, of becoming a total nobody, letting her dreams get away, of spiders.
GOALS: to create a fashion label, to sing at least one concert, be happy with herself, learn to speak French, travel the world.

I CAN MAKE YOUR HEART SLOW
I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES

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MOTHER'S NAME: regina aubrey kent
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: unemployed
FATHER'S NAME: unknown
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: bar tender
SIBLINGS: samantha hughes, peter hughes
EXTENDED FAMILY: ali hughes, christopher hughes
NATIONALITY: French-american
HOMETOWN: new york city, new york
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
BEST MEMORY:

" When my closest friends and I went to a trip to Hawaii, it was pretty damn awesome. We went for a long time, and it was tons of fun. I love the sun, and I got a few offers at a modeling job. I was to young to take it then. It was like perfect bliss, no drama, and no annoying people telling me what to do and crap. I'd like to go back there sometime, to get away. "

WORST MEMORY:

" This one time, I got caught smoking in the girls' bathroom, while half of my friends got away hiding in the stalls. I was so furious that they had betrayed me. I ended up getting suspended for three weeks, when it wasn't even my idea to smoke, and they weren't even my drugs. Let me just tell you, that bitch wasn't one of my friends when i got back. "

HISTORY: Dana was truly never meant to be born. You could define her conception as a mistake after a long night of clubbing. Regina Kent was a hard partier in Las Vegas. She had no cares in the world, and she basically went around celebrating another day of life. She never planned to get pregnant, but she didn't have the heart to kill the child growing inside. Regina didn't want a baby, once more she knew that she wouldn't be able to support it. Regina looked for her parents for support, and traveled to New York City. There she gave birth to Danica on a chilly September morning. Seven o' three a.m. to be exact. Danica's grandparents tried to convince her to keep the infant, but she refused, backing up her decision with honest facts. They couldn't argue back, they didn't even have a clue about who the father was. The parents and their daughter finally agreed on one thing. Adoption. They put Dana in an adoption center in New York, and before you know it, Regina was back to Las Vegas, but she left he with the name Danica Lacey, her new guardians would have to decide her last name. The baby was adopted almost four months later, from a women and her husband. They had no other children, due to being infertile. Ali had always wanted to adopt, unlike Danica's biological mother, she wanted a child. And a daughter sounded perfect. From then on, her life was pretty normal, and she had no clue about a Regina A. Kent.

Danica was not just another kid in Elementary school. She didn't look out of the ordinary, but her personality was enough to drive any teacher insane. She had her own little set of friends growing through the years, they played at recess and doodled terrible little squiggles in art class, but they caused a whole lot of trouble in first and second grade. Dana was content with her life, she didn't know how not to be. Her parents loved her a lot, that was definitely clear. Ali and Chris didn't ask much of Dana, just that she behave. And she did, when her adoptive parents were around, so her parents were always dumbfounded when her teachers called for a conference. The girl knew how to act, and she usually was praised for a good attitude out in church, grocery shopping, etc. Dana was pretty active, always running around outside, but when it came to actual work, such as cleaning, forget it. Danica would use any, and I mean any, excuse to get out of it. The excuses that usually did the trick were faking an injury, or fluttering her big green eyes at Ali. Danica made the connection, and used this to her advantage. She began to play her parents, wrapping them around her finger, and pulling their heart strings. While Ali was in denial about the whole not-so-innocent Dana, Chris noticed. The grown man really didn't mind. He could do the chores that Ali asked their daughter to do easily, and it took no time at all.

So, she ended up wiggling her way out of everything, you could call her lazy when it came [and comes] to physical work. Dana's room was always a complete mess in the mornings, and by the time she got home at the end of the day, it was nice and tidy. Compliments to Ali, for that one. To rake in the cash, Dana's father worked a part-time job giving guitar and voice lessons. Chris introduced her to the guitar early, around age six. Danica showed no interest what so ever, she just liked to pick at the strings, and run her little fingers over the surfaces. Dana could care less, like most six year old. He showed her how to hold it, even use a pick. For a few days, Danica would strum random things, that sounded a little bit like....ear ache. She became bored, and left the instrument in the back of her closet. When Danica was eight and nine, her dad tuned her voice. She had decent vocals, but he knew that she probably would never sing nationally. Danica's background is pretty normal, besides the little adoption note. The years passed on, and the girl graduated Elementary. She went on to middle school. Of course, friends come and go. Her little group changed, and Dana had a large variety of friends. She was pretty much a hellion in sixth grade, but surprisingly enough, she got her work done. When seventh grade came around, Dana didn't care as much, and skipped on homework assignments, and wondering around in the hallways. Danica's grades consisted mostly of B's and C's, there were a few A's here and there. Dana was always wrapped in drama, due to the fact she could never sugar coat things. She hated being lied to, and so she wouldn't lie to others right to their face. She found out mid-seventh grade that she was an adopted child. Her feelings for Ali and Chris didn't change, the information didn't bother her much. Danica could care less about this Regina. She didn't want her, why would she want Regina? It was just better that she didn't know the woman.

In High school, Danica got interested in music again, and pulled her guitar out of her gross old closet. She was pretty rusty, but quickly picked back up on it. Dana asked her dad for voice lessons again, and sounded pretty decent. But, she was always to self-conscious to sing for anyone, but she is still studying music. Dana of course wasn't shy, and had bunches of friends, but she wouldn't sing or play the guitar in front of them. Instead, Dana expressed herself through fashion, and being a camera whore. Yeah, she loved to get her picture taken. Each year of high school, she was pretty much in every single picture. It was hard to get her out of them. It didn't bother her any that people always called her a camera hoe. She enjoyed the spotlight, and Dana looked decent in most of the pictures. Danica got voted best dressed one year, and started to think about pursuing a career in the Fashion Industry. She already lived in New York City, so she could some how start off there. It all sounded good. One day an unexpected visitor came along. She opened the front door to some lady that she had never ever seen in her life, but already she saw the resemblance of herself in the stranger. Yay mommy. Regina had grown older and more mature. The woman contacted the adoption agency and found out where Danica was. It seemed to Dana that Regina wanted her back, and she wasn't having it. Danica was a bit troubled, all of a sudden her mother had shown up? That night, Miss Hughes [which she considered herself as] ran off to a random club. She met a guy that happened to go to her school. They talked and related to each other a lot. Before her foster parents knew it, Dana had herself a high school sweetheart and boyfriend. They went out for awhile, lovingly devoted to each other. Chris Drea knew it wouldn't last that long, it just didn't happen to high school kids. In her sophomore year, Dana's boyfriend cheated on her, ending their relationship. It was so unexpected, and it crushed her little nymph like heart. Danica didn't know what to think of it, and stopped dating. She just went on with her life, almost expressionless.

Danica's adopted father got a really huge job offer that same year, and the family was happy for him. The only problem was, the company needed him to pick up and move to London. Dana was shocked and disappointed to be leaving, but at the same time she wanted to ditch New York once in for all. London was close to Paris, right? Paris was another Fashion Capital. Danica stopped her complaining about the move, and was a little bit excited. But, London was nothing like she imagined. She finished highschool there, met some people, and now attends college, trying to pursue music and modeling.

BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS

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ROLE PLAY WORD: --

She stared at his pale, frowning face. There hadn’t been a time when Shane remembered him ever looking this down. Maybe, it was before she had met him, even then, from across the room, he seemed pretty cheery. Shane could remember the night Archie’s proclaimed ‘death’, had been announced to her. It was like it happened yesterday; the pain was so fresh in her heart. There were no tears, at first, probably because she was too shocked. Shane had hung up the phone, as soon as possible. That night, the girl had curled up on the couch and clicked the TV on. She had been staring at the screen, but not watching it at all, if that made sense. Her thoughts were to many, to pay attention to the ever-changing images. Shane remembered the cold sensation that spread through her body. She was pretty much stuck in the Ice Age, with no way out. And Cupid had stolen half of her heart. The part with the name, ‘Archie’ branded on it. How was there any getting around that? She had dragged her skinny butt to bed, around eleven o’ clock wrapped up in the familiar sheets. It was unreal. Gone, forever? The smell of fabric softener had comforted her, but barely. She rolled over to an empty spot next to her. And that was when the tears had started. They came hot, and fast, dripping down her cheeks, like they were now. She would give anything to yell his name in frustration, like she did when they fought. Or to hear the thud of a broom butt against their floor, a sign that the other people in the apartment complex were sick of their shouts. She had grabbed his chilly pillow that night, and kept her arms wrapped around it. Wasn’t it last night, that she had went to sleep with her head on his bare just, his arm slung around her shoulder, and his fingertips messing with her shiny blond hair? Things couldn’t change that fast. Shane also reminisced on the morning after the news. All the people murmured their apology for her loss, but Shy could see they were lying. Inside, their hearts were probably dancing with joy. No more noise at two in the morning! Well, fuck them. Fuck the world. And that evening she got the call to join the tour. Trying to escape her heartache, Shane agreed and was gone the next morning. Ain’t life just dandy?

That was enough of the past. Shane blinked, and felt new tears bubbled at the edges of her eyes. No! No more crying. The twenty year old crossed her arms over her chest, jamming her fingers under her armpits. Shy didn’t know why she tried with him. She could probably develop a great relationship with some other hotty on tour. It would be great, and she would laugh and smile, and just..forget Archie Kennedy. That’s what she wanted to think. But Shane knew, and he probably knew too, that her heart would whine for him at night. Because no one in the world breathed the same way as him, when they slept. “ your kidding me..you don’t hate me…fuck that’s ..that’s brilliant Shane.” His voice called her from her hard thinking, and Shane carefully looked at him, through her wet eyelashes. The wardrobe stylist was a little stunned at first, her eyebrows laced together in confusion. His tone was unsure, but she detected a hint of excitement. Yes! Maybe this was it. Possibly, they could forget the past and go on. Shy’s heart beat faster, and she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her pink lips. She did nothing to hide how pleased she suddenly was, the girl even stood up straighter. She didn’t feel as utterly hopeless, now. As he grinned, Shane grinned bigger, sniffling slightly. The female could not believe the luck she was having with Archie. They were cool now…or so it seemed. Shane was fumbling for something to say, anything. She could get used to this, for a while. It would be nice to go over and see him once all the work for the band, was done.

Shane squeaked with surprise as she felt his hands around her waste, and no earth underneath her shoes. It was all right though; recognition flooded her. He had done this before; it wasn’t the first time. A burst of joy surged through Shane’s small, slender body as he put her down, and kissed her. See, now why couldn’t life be filled with moments like that? It would be much nicer, for everyone! “ I won’t..I won’t fuck up Shane, not this time” Shane loved his words. They were very convincing and the smile that lit the boy’s features was true. She could tell her wanted this; Shay did as well, but..it was hard to trust him now. After he lied about his death…? Would he lie about seducing some other girl? Shane never wanted to be hurt by him again, she liked him way to much. The thoughts were pushed from her mind, by some unseen force, quickly. The young honest, woman watched quietly as he stared off in to the sky behind her. Night had come quick, but that was a-o-kay. She wasn’t going to run off to the Dancefloor Uproar van now, no way. Shane reached out with both hands, and caught him around the belt loops. Shy tugged on them, trying to pull him closer to her. Not wanting to wait until he responded, Shane stepped forward, sliding her arms around his neck. She locked them there, and wouldn’t let go for the world. A light wind blew her bangs away from her blue-ish eyes, and she was thankful for that. The girl could actually see his wonderful, now jolly features. Shane pushed herself on her tiptoes, and crushed her lips to his, out of nowhere. The action was familiar; she had done it plenty of times. It was kind of her signature kiss. Shane pulled away, and hugged him tighter. She didn’t need to say ‘You’re forgiven’, he probably got the idea with how close her body was to his. Shane smirked shyly, refusing to leave. “What do we do now?” She whispered, you could hear the contentment, and joy in her barely audible voice. “Did you..uhm.. miss me?” She had to ask, her voice slightly louder now. Shane missed him, it wouldn’t feel great to know if he didn’t miss her, but she wanted the truth. And he would be crazy to lie to her, to her face, again.

[LEVI OWEN JONES]