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Spotty's Audition
Topic Started: Feb 1 2009, 09:14 PM (54 Views)
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Name: Kristy or Spotty.
Tell us about yourself: I love dancing, photography and writing/reading. I live in New-Brunswick, Canada, as I said in the c-box.
Referrer: Izzy ♥

Character Information

Name: Lacey Kara Johnson
Age: Nineteen
Played-by: Lady Gaga
Roleplay Sample: Rain poured from the sky, heating up the atmosphere. Quentin simply loved the rain, it seemed like all his problems could be so easily washed away. Of course it was not the case, but it helped him emotionally to handle things. Unlike most guys, he barely had muscles, and that fact did not bother him one bit. His friends loved him for who he was; and he even had luck with the ladies when he wanted to. All that to prove one thing: you do not to have a six pack to attract. Quentin is the type of guy with a good self-esteem and refuses to change for anyone.

He pressed his hand to the window, muttering a few inaudible words to himself. In less than three hours he had to go to the hospitals for heart condition tests. Being allergic to caffeine, the twenty two year old needed to be checked once a month making sure his heart was not beating too fast. Sure it was a pain, but living made it worth all the problems. With a quick thought crossing his mind, Quentin decided to get ready, he slowly made his way to the bathroom, bad thoughts about the hospital lingered in his mind. Once there, he turned on the faucet, dampening his toothbrush and quickly smudging on the toothpaste. In a few instants he spat out the liquid, putting away his stuff and heading downstairs.

Now any normal person would make sure that they were completely decent looking to go out in public -- but Quentin? Tsk, he didn't exactly give a damn. Even if his jeans were splattered with ketchup, what else could he say other than he was a clumsy man? Grabbing his keys, he dashed out the door and got into his car. The motor growled loudly as he shifted the stick to reverse. Slowly backing up, the male paid attention to not run over the countless cats roaming around. Once cleared, he shifted the stick to drive and sped off down the road. Now Quentin had a heavy foot, and knowing him, he had to be careful, but it wasn't always as easy as it seemed. The speedometer hit the 115 line... he was only supposed to be going 110, but who would notice right? And as if he had just jinxed himself, sirens went off as he growled in irritation, pulling over. The cop got out of his car, Quentin slamming his fist on his leg as he rolled down the window.

"Sir, you've been exceeding the 110 speed limit." The cop addressed to him.

"Yes, and I know making excuses over my heavy foot would no be helping anything. I am in fault," His pleading face for forgiveness softened, as he prayed silently to himself.

Taking Quentin's license plate in note, he nodded briefly. Well, I can see that this is the first time so I will let you off without a speeding ticket, but first tell me your name."

"It's Quentin... and thank you ever so much." He said with gratitude.

With that, the cop left him, as he rolled up his window and carefully drove away, closely watching the speed he was going. Two hours left to waste before going to the Hospital, what to do in town? Nearing the bookstore, he turned swiftly, parking and entering the store. Now this was another of his many ways to relax, reading. Quentin loved, and I mean loved to read. For the most part, fantasy books fell in his interest, particularly ones about werewolves. Strolling at a fast enough beat, he grabbed a book that caught his eye and sat on the wooden chair in front of him. Now to commence a good read.


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Forty five minutes later... the male shook his head, totally into the book. The conclusion was that he would buy it, walking over to the cash he paid and went back to the car, hospital time, fun, fun, fun. Obviously he was being sarcastic about the whole thing, thus, it was better being healthy and alive then dying of cancer, no? Once arrived he spoke to the administration and she directed him to the nurses office. Hospitals. He hated them, it always smelled so clean, so dis intoxicated, so...un-human. A few moments later, a greasy looking oil was applied to his chest, making him shiver in disgust. Not only was it disturbing to look at, but it was also very cold. Quentin bit his tongue, refusing to scream in public, he could not permit himself to do so.

Once it was over with, he drove back home to his content, to live another happy day, one after another. Settling to his content on the couch he flicked on the television, eventually falling asleep to the rhythm of the songs. When he would wake up again, his clumsiness would start all over again.
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