Post by victoria anne conrad on Oct 18, 2009 19:10:44 GMT -5
victoria anne conrad
19 . waitress/aspiring model . independent
19 . waitress/aspiring model . independent
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]victoria anne conrad.
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]icky vicky
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]19.
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]Independent, partier, caring, trustworthy, loveable, hospitable, whiny, funny, cautious, lazy, charming, flirtatious, book smart, naive, gullible, pushover, secretive.
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Victoria Anne Conrad was born in New Bern, North Carolina, to James and Patricia Conrad. The family was happy to have a bouncing baby girl, why couldn't it have been in a more exciting place? New Bern was dull, plain and simple, but James and Patricia grew up there and had good jobs, so what was the point of leaving? Victoria never quite fit in there. The town was too small, and everyone knew everyone, and it drove her insane. She started middle school and things only got worse. She wasn't a cheerleader, though she could have been one, and she wasn't a band geek, she was herself, and in New Bern that was dangerous. Her parents tried to get her involved in sports but the only activity she took any joy in was Tae Kwon Do, which she is now a black belt it. The sport was too solitary for her parents liking, but it suited the young out cast just fine.
The summer of Victoria's junior year her and her family went to visit New York City, and she was completely smitten. Victoria fell in love with the people, the noise, just everything and vowed to move there. School had never really been her thing, so she had no plans to attend college. Victoria had worked all through high school and she had plenty of money saved, if she had no where to go what could she spend it on? She found an apartment in New York City, well, it wasn't really an apartment, it was more like a room with a bathroom added on, but it suited her just fine. She was eighteen and in the city that never sleeps. She still calls her mom and dad, and visits them, but it's not the same, she's actually happy. Victoria fell into her own clique, and now she's trying to break into the modeling world.
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ooc name:Ana
pb being used:Lizz Mohin
years of experience:four
membergroup: citizen
Daniel had tried ignoring the rumors going around that Apple was pregnant. He really, really had. He didn't feel like being stressed out, and he figured it was all a joke anyway, or at least, that's what he was hoping for. He was seated at the counter in his Boston home, trying to enjoy his cereal, and as childish as that sounded, Daniel really did love his cereal, even if it was two in the afternoon. He was just a big kid at heart, and there was no changing that, which was part of the reason why he was so scared. He didn’t want to have to grow up. If the rumors were true, he knew that he would have to step up or step aside, and his parents had raised him to be responsible for his actions, even though that was the last thing he wanted to do. He had to stop his mind from racing because he didn’t know if any of it was true or not, he would have to talk to Apple. That was easier said than done, she had been avoiding him like he had the black plague or something. That in and of itself kind of bummed him out, he really loved hanging out with her. He had even missed her when he was on tour, and Daniel wasn’t used to missing anyone. He pushed the bowl away; his appetite had finally vanished under the heavy thoughts infiltrating the blond boys head. He walked to the other side of the bar and emptied out the bowl and put it in the sink, he’d worry about it later. What he needed to do was talk to the cause of his loss of appetite, Apple.
He slipped on some jeans, that he didn’t remember buying, and a t-shirt that he had had forever. Daniel grabbed his keys off of his dresser and shoved his wallet into his back pocket. Running a hand through his hair he adjusted his shoe to slide over the back of his heel with the other. It was always his right shoe that gave him trouble. Stupid Vans. Shutting the door to his apartment he locked it behind him and made his way to the elevator. Daniel wasn’t a health nut, he didn’t take the stairs in lieu of the elevator, escalator, or anything ending in –ator that made his journey from one destination to another easier. They invented them for that very purpose; he found it stupid not to use them. He stepped inside the elevator and repeatedly hit the ground floor button. His nerves were shot, and he wasn’t even at the building. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach the ground floor. Of course, the frequent stops on random floors didn’t help much. Some people could be so inconsiderate. He almost wanted to smack himself for thinking that, they didn’t know anything about him. When Daniel freaked, he tended to blame everything on everyone else. He nearly ran to the parking garage where his small car was, and tore out of the complex to head to the record labels building. It was around two-thirty in the afternoon on a Tuesday, Apple did work there, so where else could she be? It would be his luck that she wasn’t, in fact, working that day.
He never thought he’d be so happy to see the Six Glasses label office in his life. He pulled into a parking spot and slid some change into the machine ensuring that he had enough time to say what needed to be said with out getting a ticket. He walked through the front doors and into the clean building. People were bustling about with the ‘I take my job way too seriously’ look on their face. It was times like these Daniel was happy he was in a band instead of actually on the staff, he would probably rip his hair out, and Daniel was quite fond of his hair if the truth be told. He walked up and leaned his arms on the front desk and smiled at the lady sitting behind it. She, like the others, wore the same determined expression, but her features were at least graced my a smile, not matter how forced it was. "Hey, I was wondering if Apple was in?" He didn’t think he needed to give a last name, she was the owners daughter after all. That thought made his pulse race. Shit, he was going to be in trouble if this was all true. "Let me check, one second." Daniel waited patiently as the woman fiddled with buttons that he wouldn’t even begin to know what to do with.
