NOTHING BUT TROUBLE, ( aimee jay )

[Aimee J. Bradford]

valkyrie, california ,

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Something you just can't ignore
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roleplayer ,

name: georgieee the aussie-head
age: four hundred years old (:
gender: female
years roleplaying: three or four?
other characters: the suresh kiddos.

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character facts ,

full name: Aimee Jessica Bradford
gender: female
age: seventeen
school year: junior
art interest: grandparents paying for her education here but is interested in acting
portrayed by: lindsay lohan
appearance:
Essentially, there are two types of girls in Valkyrie. The valk!girls and the shak!girls. Let's break it down very briefly for you. The valk!girls have very expensive wardrobes. Whether or not they choose to show it off or not, all girls from the Valks are bound to have at least one designer piece that they cant' help but adore. Of course the majority of the valk!girls have accepted their stereotype quite willingly and happily fill their wardrobes with designer outfits. You can try and deny it but the stereotype will take over you eventually. Take Nina Suresh for example. A lovely girl, nothing like her fellow stuck-up, materialistic valk friends. Sure, she has a fairly expensive taste but she tried oh-so-hard not to show it off. But as we just mentioned, this never lasts for long and look at the petite brunette now, slowly transforming before our very eyes into a mini-Anne. Funny how that happens.

So that's a typical Valk girl. What about our shak!girls? Well, for this example, all I need to do is bring up Aimee J. Bradford who is everything a shak girl needs to be to fit in. She's trashy, cheap and almost always has that hungover look in her eyes. There isn't a specific thing that pins her to the shak stereotype girl but pretty much everything from her holey tights, to her dirty hoodies, to her unbrushed hair, just screams cheap and unworthy of any valk girl's time. The fact that she is almost always seen with a bottle of strong alcohol in hand doesn't really help either. So let's get into the nity-grity details.

So let's talk hair Who knows how many times she's bought a DIY colouring kit now. Ever since she was about twelve and got in with that wrong crowd of shak kids, she's been dying her lovely long locks which is a darn shame. Aimee was blessed with gorgeous red locks of hair which seems to be really rare these days. There aren't many natural redheads on this planet and the ones who are naturally red seem intent on dying it every other colour but. Don't get me wrong, Aimee loves her red hair but now, it just stands out too much and Aimee already stands out enough. For the past year, Aimee has been dying it bleach blonde which certainly doesn't help her trashy look, if only emphisizing it even more. It's the kind of blonde that is clearly not natural and has faded to a dirty bleached blonde now but Aimee doesn't care. It does sort of wash out her face though, like she isn't pale enough already. She's been growing her hair out for a long time now too and it falls down past her shoulders in it's dirty blonde locks, slightly wavy. Due to all the beach parties and midnight swims Aimee participates in, her hair almost always has that post-beach waves and sea scent to it.

Aimee's eyes are green with brown flecks around her pupil, also fairly rare. With her vivid red hair and green eyes, it's no wonder the adults always adored her as a young girl. Now that she's all grown up, her gorgeous green eyes are usually slightly clouded by the heavy eyeliner and mascara. She loves her eyeshadow too but it's mostly eyeliner and mascara for her. Apart from her eyes, nothing else on Aimee's face really stands out although she has a very pretty face. Everything is in proportion and she has nice pouty lips, usually coated with lipgloss or cheap lipstick. She does have a slightly bigger nose than she'd prefer but there's no way she could afford to ever get plastic surgery or anything so she just accepts herself for what she looks like and works it to her advantage.

Lastly, Aimee's body. She certainly got lucky with this aspect of herself. She is fairly short, only coming up at 5'5 but that's fairly average for her age so she's quite satisfied. Not to short and not too tall. She used to be quite curvy too, in all the right places of course, but lately she has been losing a bit of weight from all of her partying. She's on her feet so much, running around and forgetting to eat because she's too busy drinking so naturally the pounds have been slipping but she tries to keep herself looking as healthy as she can. Clothes wise, well this is the part that just screams 'SHAK' as loud as it can. Aimee has a small obsession with hoodies and wears them everywhere. She doesn't really wash them a whole lot and wears them to lots of parties so most of her hoodies have stains somewhere on them from beer, food, dirt and other various things that refuse to come off. Aimee doesn't get to buy new clothes very much and a lot of her things are quite tattered too, especially her tights. Aimee's latest fashion statement has been a hoodie with a long t-shirt and holey tights. It looks quite trashy and it's definitely not anything designer like most of the girls wear but to be honest? Aimee really doesn't give a fuck.

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character personality ,

personality:

( trashy shak!girl )

We all talk about them, those cheap, trashy shak girls. You hear all of the upper-class Valk families talking down. So trashy and tacky, so un-Valkyrie like. They're supposedly everything that Valkyrie claims it isn't. So you know those girls? Of course you do. They crash all of the Valk parties with their cheap booze, sleep on the beach in their knock-off designer clothes and probably all have STDs. So we've established that we've all heard of those girls. Therefore you would have clearly heard of Miss Aimee J Bradford; AJ to her close friends, or Aimee J. No matter what you call her, she's fairly well known in town. Not to the extent of people like Daphne Hayes and Jason Levesque and all of those rich people, but if you've been in Valkyrie long enough, you're bound to walk past Aimee in her holey tights and dirty hoodies. Aimee is the girl who could have been. The girl who could have had everything but thanks to her dad's gambling problem, she's stuck in the filthy shaks but she loves it. It suits her perfectly. Aimee has always been a shak!girl but when she turned twelve, that's when she really started to embrace her culture.

So now, Aimee is 'that' girl. The one you stick your nose up at when you see her lying on the beach with her big sunglasses covering up her bloodshot eyes from last night's beach party, the one you raise your eyebrows at when she turns up half an hour late to school and doesn't apologise. She really doesn't care what others think of her and she really is everything that shak people are rumoured to be. She wears those short short skirts, has the tacky fake designer handbags, the big cheap sunnies and all that jazz. She hangs with the boys, sleeps with the men, and parties like there's no tomorrow.

Aimee has lived in the shaks for almost her entire life now. She only got four years in the valks and that was hardly enough time to build many solid memories. Now, with eleven years in the shaks, and in the lowest part of the shaks too, none of this 'Upper Shak' junk, Aimee knows her way around this lifestyle. She's used to picking up the phone and hearing no dial tone because their electricity has been cut, she knows how to block out the sounds of her next door neighbours shouting again and she has mastered the art of ignoring the snooty valk girls when they pass her in the shops. So she's a shak girl. But she's also a trashy shak girl. There are a few girls in the shaks who are the complete opposite of this. They have a straight attendance rate, good grades, friends with valk people and are usually pretty ordinary, excluding Daphne Hayes of course. Aimee is nothing like these girls. Aimee parties every night, doesn't shower as much as she should and is highly unlikely to get into any colleges when the time comes to apply. She's just a shak girl though, so why should she expect anything else?

( out of control )

For as long as Aimee can remember, she's always enjoyed a good party. Parties are fun, yeah? Of course they are. That's the idea. To have a good time. People have been partying since the middle ages and before that. Back in the middle ages, ladies were covered from head to toe and men were expected to be complete gentlemen. You danced the waltz and sipped old wine. That was what the adults did anyway. Isn't it odd how we never hear about how the children of those times partied? The reality is that they were probably too busy cleaning their houses and getting married off to strangers to worry about partying although they certainly needed to. They probably had worried far worse than kids these days. Certainly more worries than the teens in Valkyrie.

So obviously parties have changed a lot since then but those types of parties do still exist. They have a name though now. They're the Valk parties. Rich ladies dress themselves and their children up in Gucci, Prada and Dior and pretend that they have the family while they show off and gossip about which mother has had botox and whether Karen Sutherlands has had her chin tuck or not. It's ridiculous and quite boring since the teenagers can't get drunk with their parents around. Exactly the kind of party Aimee would rather die than attend. Aimee thrives on the adrenaline rush she gets when she's drunk and has no idea what is going to happen next. The parties Aimee attends are much more intense than the Valk kids could imagine. There's the heavy drugs available in the corner over there, kids having sex on the couch and the kids who are half trashed, half high are all over the place. Aimee manages to find the time to fit in with all of these catagories.

Aimee isn't just your average shak party girl though. Oh no, Aimee is much more hardcore and slowly spiraling downhill, faster by the drink. It's almost painful to watch. You'd think after her alcoholic poisoning last year, she'd start to rethink her bad habits but it seems as though the almost-fatal incident has had next to no impact on the redhead at all. She is the one who doesn't listen to people when they tell her to stop because she doesn't know how. Aimee parties whenever she has the time and if she's too busy to party, she'll cancel her plans and party. She skips school regularly to drink on the beach and spends recess and lunch break getting ridiculously high before turning up to class, clearly on something. But she doesn't care because it's all good as long as she's having fun right?

( bitch )

So far, we've established that Aimee is basically the epitome of trashy, and out of control. Something else significant about her that should be noted down too, is the bitch within. Especially when you get enough vodka shots in her. A drunk Aimee is a bitchy and extremely obnoxious Aimee. She rarely thinks before she speaks and we all know what a great personality trait that is but when people say that they usually don't think before speaking or acting, their idea of this is much tamer than Aimee. She literally doesn't give a fuck about what she says and certainly doesn't worry about the repercussions of her words and actions. She will quite openly tell an old lady that she's going to die anyway. She frequently gets into bitchfights at school because she can't shut her fat mouth. Seriously, she could give Scandal Star a run for her money with that attitude of hers. Aimee has never been one for discreetness and boy does it show. Bitchiness is in her nature and sadly, she is proud of it.


likes: parties, getting smashed, shocking people, her job at underneath, sleeping with older men, sleeping with anyone really, alcohol, partying all night long, truth or dare, being with her friends, skinny dipping, midnight swims, nudity, sneaking out of her house, her siblings, big sunglasses, hoodies, Starbucks, strong coffee, guitars, boys who play guitar, loud music, skipping school, sleeping on the beach, acting, compliments, mysteries,
dislikes: anything relating to the valks, the Silver family, her father, her mother, gambling, being sober, rejection, stuck up people, hospitals, needles, hangovers, being judged, barbie dolls, floral prints, pineapple, her grandparents, men with mustasches, muscles, country music, having no electricity, detentions, school, Gossip Girl, politics,
flaws:
doesn't know when to stop,
very obnoxious when she's drunk,
sleeps with married men, trashy,
no sense of shame,
habits:
never picks 'truth' when playing truth or dare,
goes for midnight strolls along the beach when she's stressed,
wears hoodies in any weather,
strengths:
very good at seducing the opposite sex,
has a quick tongue,
adapts to new situations quite easily,
responsible when she wants to be (which isn't often),
very persuasive,
weaknesses:
her brother and sister,
alcohol,
a good party,
gets drunk easily,
has a thing for older men,
guys with muscles,

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character history ,

originated from: valkyrie born and bred (:
parents: michael bradford - father
pamela bradford - mother
siblings: samantha bradford - 14 - sister
jacob bradford - 12 - brother
other: stanley bradford - grandfather
amelia bradford - grandmother
living situation: shaks
history:
There are lots of different people in life with lots of different dreams but despite how different we all claim to be from each other, secretly, deep down, every little girl dreams of growing up and meeting her Prince Charming who will sweep her off her feet and carry her off into the sunset where they'll live happily ever after. Thus, fairytales. Disney's fairytale movies have been watched all over the world. Cinderella found her Prince, Snow White got a prince, Belle got a Beast but they kissed and he turned out to be a Prince. Anyone else noticing a pattern here? I certainly am. All of these seemingly average, yet certainly pretty, girls managed to find their soulmates, giving us the impression that the rest of us girls will also find our Prince Charmings and live happily ever after. Unfortunately we eventually grow up and realise that Walt Disney was clearly not thinking about the effect he'd have on young girls when he produced such classic movies. Classic but extremely depressing to watch when you're thirty-two years old and still single. How come Belle, with her nose stuck in books all the time, slightly nerdy and a bit odd, still managed to attract both the stud of the town AND her eventual Prince Charming? And what about Cinderella? She was a maid to her step-relatives and she snagged an actual Prince! Honestly it's just not fair for this to happen when so many amazing and special girls in this world struggle to find a man who wants them. And then you might find a man who claims to be a Prince Charming but he often turns out to be either gay, poor, a creep, or just a plain old loser.

Sadly, this was the case for poor little Pamela Rafferty. She was just your average small-town girl from downtown New York, growing up across the bridge in Brooklyn. Think Dan and Jenny Humphrey in Gossip Girl except Pamela's parents could actually afford a proper house. She went to the local public school and had a few innocent boyfriends. She went out on weekends, stayed in on weeknights and got good grades. She wanted more though but a plain-Jane like her wasn't going to be invited to any of the big Upper East Side parties any time soon. It was sad but true. Pamela was bound to go to college, barely pass and then marry some boring guy and live a boring life. Oh god, she loathed her life sometimes. But Pamela didn't have much courage or backbone, not to mention confidence so there was no way anyone exciting would want to pay any attention to her so she accepted her fate and floated through high school, waiting for her Commoner-boy to attempt to sweep her off her feet. Now let's look at another of the main people in this story. Michael Bradford. Well, he lived a life completely different to Poor Pamela. You see, Michael Bradford had the luxury of growing up in this very town, Valkyrie, California. And even better, Michael was a Valk!boy. Not many people speak of Valk!boys but they exist and Michael was lucky enough to be one. His parents Stanley and Amelia Bradford were the elite of the town. They threw some of the best parties, they were known by the entire town and were just overall legendary. They were like celebrities in their town and technically they still are. They've just been slightly degraded thanks to their son. Anyway, so Michael was quite the catch in his teens. He graduated from Valkyrie Academy and attended Valkyrie University.

So when Michael was in his sophomore year of college and Pamela had just graduated high school, she took a road trip with her girlfriends up to California and where else did they end up but Valkyrie? Pamela immediately fell in love with the town but that might have been helped by the cute boy eyeing her at the shops. Being rich and pretty popular, Michael was confident enough to approach Pamela. She fell head over heals immediately and after the first date, that led to a second date and a third but things came to a halt when Pamela's road trip pals decided it was time to head back home. Pamela and Michael exchanged numbers though and decided to keep in touch since they'd both felt the spark. For the next year, the two continued to write to each other and spoke as regularly as they could. By the end of the year, they were in love and Pamela made the bold decision to give up her entire life in Brooklyn to move up to California with Michael. She bought her own apartment down on the edge of the shaks and the valks and transferred from Columbia University to Valkyrie University to be with Michael. For the next few years in university, the couple spent as much time as they could together and a year after they'd both graduated, Michael proposed. The wedding was shortly afterwards and as a wedding present, Michael's parents bought him and his new wife a house in the valks. Sweet eh? Unfortunately Michael's parents never let him forget that this was technically their property.

So now we've got past the boring parents story, let's get to the good part yeah?

So for the next few years, Pamela settled into her lifestyle quite happily. She was one of 'those' valk people, although she maintained her job unlike many of the other newlywed females in her street. Then, around the same that a lot of other ladies were falling pregnant, Pamela started getting several symptoms and eventually confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. She was ecstatic, finally being able to start a family with the man she loved. Michael couldn't have been more thrilled either. He was alos extremely glad that the baby would be able to be brought up in such a good enviroment with plenty of money and such. So anyway, nine months went on and finally Aimee Jessica Bradford entered the world on the 21st of August. So life seemed pretty perfect. But it was far from it. You see, with all the stresses of being a new parent, Michael went down to the local country club and played a game of poker with a few other blokes and ended up winning a fair bit of money. Not long afterwards, he developed a bit of a problem. Whenever Pamela was looking after Aimee, Michael would sneak down for a quick poker game with the boys. Pamela didn't notice of course; she was too busy caring for her beautiful daughter. Aimee was always quite happy and generally a lovely daughter. When Aimee was three, she got a little sister as well. Samantha was born on the 2nd of June and Aimee loved her little sister. Right now, the Bradfords indeed had a perfect life.

Things weren't meant to be perfect though and everything changed when Aimee turned four years old. At this point, Michael's gambling problem was spiraling into an outright addiction. No, scrap that. It had become an addiction long ago but only now was he really getting into trouble. Needless to say, things didn't end so well and Michael's parents soon discovered what was going on and were horrified by their son. As a punishment, his parents demanded that he, his wife and daughter move out. Michael didn't have a dollar to his name now and his parents expected him to find somewhere else to live? But they were determined. He needed to learn how to live on his own money, instead of wasting their's away on gambling. They did offer to help pay for therapy sessions to help him cure his addiction. They still didn't have a house though and were forced to sell almost all of their belongings in order to pay off all of the ridiculous debts that Michael owed. So where were they going to live now? Well, luckily Pamela still had some money stashed away from her days back in New York, before she married a legacy man but it wasn't much so the best they could afford was a very worn-down house in the shaks. It was pretty shabby and was a complete reality check for the Bradfords. Of course, as expected, they lost their social status immediately. Pamela noticed a change as soon as the word spread. Suddenly she was the source of the town gossip. Her 'friends' looked down on her as though she was white trash and she could no longer throw her money around happily like she had before. The Bradfords had gone from Michael and Pamela to Mike and Pam. The nicknames given to them by their fellow shak residents were resented by both of the Bradford adults.

Once they had sort of settled into their new 'house' (if you could even call it that. One bathroom and three bedrooms. Compared to their five bathroom, seven bedrooms estate!), Pam realized that they didn't have a source of income anymore. Mike had been getting money from his parents for as long as he could remember so he'd never really had a proper job. Plus, now he was being forced to go to all of his Gamblers Anonymous meetings so he couldn't concentrate on a job yet. This meant that Pam was going to have to look for a job. In the end, she found herself working for a family that she used to share brunch with, the Silvers. Darran and Sarah Silver needed a new maid and Pam was desperate since nothing else had come up and she was currently juggling two kids and a broke husband. She needed money. Naturally she grabbed the chance and fit in with the other house workers quite easily. Aimee spent most of her childhood growing up in the Silver's kitchens and back doors. When school finished, Aimee knew to walk to the Silver's house and knock twice on the back door to the kitchens. She was quite well liked by the chefs and other maids working there since her bitchy attitude was yet to come although she still had a bit of attitude but that was just a source of amusement for the adults. You know how it is, you try to be cheeky and make a slightly rude comment to an adult but you're too young to be taken seriously so they just laugh and say how cheeky you are, pinching your cheeks. Ew.

Time passed by fairly quickly for the next few years of Aimee's childhood. Pam had another child, the family's first boy Jacob. She had to take some time off work of course for the birth and then for recovery but she had to get back to working at the Silvers not long after the birth because it was the only way to get by. A few years certainly made a big difference huh? One day Aimee is being dropped off at school by her diver, the next she is walking with a few older kids from her street, making sure not to trip on the cracks in the pavement and saying good morning to Mrs Smith across the road. Aimee fell into her new routine much quicker than her parents. Mike continued to attend his Gambling Anonymous meetings and cared for Samantha and Jacob while Pam worked. A lot of the mothers in the neighbourhood helped out with the kids too, often inviting them to playdates with their own children which gave Mike some time for himself.

Now, speaking of these older kids that she walked with, they were all shak kids and some of them really were 'shak' kids. They were the the kids that people shook their heads at, and the leaders of most of the hardcore shak gangs. They took a liking to Aimee since she was the cute little redhead that totted to school behind them but she always had her own friends once she got to school. When Aimee turned twelve though, one of the eldest kids, Kimmy, invited Aimee to come to her party. Aimee came, drank and bonded with the older kids. The next day, Kim insisted that Aimee hang out with her and her friends and suddenly Aimee was part of her little gang, the shak-pack. They were the wrong crowd in every way but Aimee loved it. She loved how the older kids accepted her and loved being part of such a fun group. She began turning up at all of the parties and willingly drank the beer provided. And so the downward spiral of Aimee Jessica Bradford. At thirteen, Aimee had her first smoke and it certainly wasn't the last. She began partying every night and slowly wound out of control. It was awful but mesmerising. You wanted to stop her but you felt so intreged to see what happened next. And who with.

At fifteen years of age, Aimee woke up one morning just as always but when she went to turn the tap on for her usual morning shower, no water came gushing out. The Bradford's water supply had been turned off yet again. Aimee was sick of this happening and sick of not being able to afford anything decent, so she looked for a job. There weren't many places that wanted a girl like Aimee though, which pretty much sucked until she walked past a dark and mysterious building with a big sign reading 'UNDERNEATH'. Walking in, she realized she'd just discovered a strip bar. It was perfect. Aimee walked up to the counter and asked to see the manager. A few minutes of arguing and persuaying and Aimee had a new job - as one of the strippers. Classy eh? But it earned decent cash so now Aimee didn't need to get money from her parents so much which meant the electricity stopped running out quite as often. Aimee didn't tell her friends about this job because, well you just didn't. But she loved it, oh how she loved it. The thrill of getting the whistles from the men, having everyone's eyes on you, it was amazing for Aimee. No one cared about where she lived here, no one cared that she was poor. All they cared about was how sexy she looked when she was dancing for them, slowly peeling off her clothes and having money thrown at her. It was satisfying and meant that Aimee was able to buy new clothes now. It didn't help her shak status though. She was still trashy and getting out of control, eventually losing her virginity at a party to someone she can't even remember but the sad part is Aimee doesn't care. Who cares who it's with as long as you're having fun. All she knows is that she was drunk as hell but had a great night so that's all she wants to know.

A year later, not much had changed but a lot was going to change. She was still working at the strip bar most nights and her parents honestly didn't seem to care that she was always out late. They were too busy with her siblings and with the money problems to care about their eldest daughter. Then, one late night, one of the customers who had watched Aimee stripping, invited her to come back to his place. He was probably in his twenties so this wasn't exactly legal but she was newly sixteen and didn't give a rat's arse about the law so she slept with him. And a lot of other men. Once they heard that there was a stripper who gave private shows afterwards, the line never ended. She was usually slightly drunk and always very willing and easy. What more could you want? She didn't need a commitment and she was basically every horny guy's dream come true. A few of the men were married but Aimee didn't care. It wasn't like she was having affairs with any of the men. She was just having a bunch of one-night-stands. She used protection of course because the last thing she wanted was to end up like Jaime-Lynn Spears, pregnant at sixteen. Ew, no thanks. There were a few pregnancy scares but luckily for Aimee, nothing ever actually happened. She was much more of a hardcore shak kid this year though. The drugs became more frequent as did the class-cutting. If she did turn up to school, she was usually fairly hungover, quite high and very obnoxious.

Things got extremely out of control just over six months ago though. It was another crazy shak party and Aimee was there as usual, getting completely trashed and hooking up with randoms. But then she had one too many drinks and started feeling queasy. She should have stopped drinking at this point but she was having too much fun and kept drinking until she began vomiting. This wasn't actually too unusual at the shak-parties so no one took too much notice. It wasn't until Aimee dropped to the ground in the middle of dancing that people realized there might be something wrong. When it was clear that she was unconscious, one of the more sober kids rang 911 and the ambulance showed up, scaring everyone away with their sirens. Aimee woke up in the hospital with her mum looking more than annoyed but extremely relieved that she was okay. The doctors later confirmed that she'd had a build up off too much alcohol in her system and had alcohol poisoning. Basically she could have died. It was quite dramatic and ended up making Valkyrie newspapers. Gosh, they had a field day talking about the fate of the reckless teens in today's society. Needless to say, Aimee was very much grounded when she was released from the hospital and spent the next month looking after her siblings and doing the chores that her parents were too lazy to do. Of course as soon as the month of grounding was over, Aimee was back on the party scene as though nothing had happened. Sad but she wasn't going to let one downer get her down, even if it was the one downer that should matter. Almost dying didn't seem to shocking to Aimee.

Seeing her friend Johnny die was shocking though. Johnny Jones' mother and Aimee's mother were actually pretty good friends and his mother had even looked after Jaocb and Samantha occasionally so of course Aimee knew Johnny. She knew that those rotten Valk kids were always giving him shit about the locker rooms and about everything else really. She saw it all and got into plenty of bitchfights over this. When the shooting occured, Aimee knew it was him. She just knew. When she heard he'd killed himself as well, that was it. She officially loathed anything to do with the valks, and that included her grandparents. They were the ones paying for her education and maybe that's why she's acting up so much now - to defy them. Either way, she's getting more and more out of control by the minute.

But if you think she's going to crash and burn, you're wrong.
She crashed and burned a long time ago.

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for admins ,

read the rules: yupp. more than once too xD
name one you like: the one that mentions how epic v-siders are. Wait, that's not a rule? -gasp-
Okay then, the 400 word count one. we need to bump that up a bit though hehe
roleplay example: i'll pass (:

credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse

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psh, how horrible of an application. I mean, did you see the length of that history?! Much too long. You'll need to trim it up quite a bit, missy. (: or it's detention for you! Not like you'll show up, but I could hope. But seriously? I know what you meant when you said you had fun wirting this. I can tell by how it was written, which is as epic as always.<3 she's amazing. I seriously can't wait for the Tristan/Aimee thing to start. She's going to be so horrible to her.</3 poor girl. oh well.

she's part of v-side now. she already knows how to deal. xD

accepted !

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