Post by siri on Apr 28, 2013 23:00:53 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 485px; background-color: #EDEDED; border: #A39480 5px solid; padding: 10px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 2px;]Sophia Elizabeth Munroe sophomore• outcast • ellen page [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]student profile full name Sophia Elizabeth Munroe nickname(s) Siri birthday & age June 24th. Sixteen. gender female sexual orientation heterosexual personality profile interests Animals (especially dogs), being outdoors, music (the loud, dance-around kind), reading, trespassing, forests, people with a good sense of humor, artists, well-read people, experiencing new things. dislikes Bullies, people who don't get her jokes, her damn hearing aids, her insecurities, small spaces/feeling enclosed, fish (eating them: the living kind are a-okay). the future figure out what she wants to do with her life, get over her insecurity/resentment over her HoH status, make some friends. hobbies exploring, reading, completing sub-par pieces of art, visiting her family, fears & secrets fears: Losing her hearing altogether, never finding her calling in life, dying of boredom, small spaces. Secrets: She will completely lose her hearing by the time she's 25. personality Siri has the sort of natural intelligence that drives her classmates crazy. She keeps her grades at a pretty steady 3.8 or .9 to keep her mom from complaining, even though she really doesn't care about school. She considers the education system something of a joke and the people who take high school seriously pretty damn hilarious. Her sense of humor, speaking of, is very dry. She doesn't make friends easily, as some are offended by her tendency to sit in corners and make snide comments about people as they walk by, but once she makes a friend she is fiercely loyal to them. Her default setting is bored, and she finds herself constantly trying new things to try and escape that boredom, which often leads her into all sorts of troublemaking activities. She wants the hell out of school so she can...well. She doesn't know exactly what she wants to do with her life, but it's not going to happen on school grounds. She's only content to sit still when she's outdoors, and when she's stuck in class she has to fiddle with something--whether it's chewing her nails, breaking her pen into pieces, or doodling in a notebook. [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]family profile hometown LEESBURG, VA parents DAVID MUNROE • UNKNOWN • LIVING ELIZABETH MUNROE• LIBRARIAN • LIVING siblings HENRY MUNROE • FOURTEEN status SCHOLARSHIP history Siri grew up in a bilingual English/ASL household: her grandmother and grandfather are both deaf, and her mother wanted her children to learn as much as she did, growing up as a CODA. Siri's father is no longer in the picture; her parents divorced when she was young. Siri's little brother was born deaf, and prefers to use ASL with minimal speech. Siri grew up defending her little brother from bullies and they grew very close despite their age difference. She considers him one of her best friends (especially since she doesn't have very many). Just as Siri entered her freshman year of high school, she began to experience some minor hearing loss. She now owns hearing aids, although when she isn't in class she usually ditches them. She's absolutely ashamed to admit it, but she can't face the weird looks and teasing she watched her brother deal with all his life. As her hearing loss isn't critically severe (it will worsen as she gets older), she hasn't experienced too much trouble so far. Most people notice no difference unless they try and get her attention from behind, as she can follow conversation fairly well so long as there isn't too much background noise (crowds and crowded places, especially) or someone speaks with an accent. Although she has a great amount of pride in her family and Deaf culture, she's not dealing well with the news she's entering into that culture for good. Siri grew up in Leesburg, Virginia, and moved to California at the beginning of the semester in order to get her mother off her back. Siri's here on scholarship: there's no way they'd have enough money for the school. A single mother with two kids? Yeah right. Siri's mom hopes going to a prestigious school like Brentwood will help her get into a good college...hopefully with a sizeable scholarship there as well. the puppeteer your alias Kitty time rping About six years pre-hiatus, about 8 months post-hiatus. how did you find us Jellyfish & Fitz. entrance word -admin edit-. rp sample Boxing Day was never an event Siri had particularly looked forward to, chiefly because she had no idea what it was about. It had always been one of those psuedo-holidays that showed up on her calendar every year, (she was fairly sure it was always the day after Christmas) and she rarely thought about it. She vaguely remembered asking her mom about it once, and she told Siri it was the day you boxed up all of the presents you didn't like so you could send them back. Siri had taken this idea with a grain of salt. Her mother thought she knew everything; she was wrong. Siri had meant to look up what it was really about, once she and Scott started talking about it, but kept forgetting. They'd spent most of break talking to each other, it seemed, and Santana frequently rolled her eyes (with love) whenever Siri broke into a grin, staring at a text from him. It was fun spending Christmas with her family, even moreso with Santana there, but the whole time she couldn't get her mind off of Boxing Day. And now it was here, and she'd gotten up much too early to agonize over an outfit that was cute without looking like she was trying too hard. "Casual" took a surprising amount of effort to achieve. At the last moment, she'd grabbed her hearing aids and affixed them, feeling more nervous as she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't wear them in public for a reason, and he hoped he would somehow understand the sort of statement she was making in wearing them to see him. The drive wasn't bad, since it was the route her mom and she usually took to head back to Leesburg when they wanted to visit old friends, so she didn't have to rely much on the directions she'd printed out. She realized as she paid for parking at the airport that this was the closest to an actual plane she'd ever been. She got out of the car and locked it up, shoving her hands into her pockets as soon as possible--it was a painfully cold morning. She walked across the parking lot and headed into the only open doors she could find, the ones marked Baggage Claim, which was where her mom told her she'd have to wait. Apparently you couldn't go through any further because of new security regulations, which was lame, because it had changed the way she'd thought of the morning going, but oh well. She was excited, because she was about twenty minutes away from seeing the boy she'd been thinking about almost nonstop for a couple of weeks now. She really liked him. She liked him enough that it worried her, because she could feel herself edging closer to giving him too much too fast, the way she always seemed to do with boys--the way she'd had to work so hard not to do with Mor, when they were together. But it was different this time, maybe different than it had ever been. She'd never before felt so attracted to someone in so many ways at once. And it scared the shit out of her. She found a seat facing the baggage carousel from which his bags were meant to progress. If she'd known a little more about airports, or thought through things a little more, she would have found a seat facing the other way, so she'd be able to find him as he came from his terminal. As she was, he'd see her from the side much quicker than she'd spot him. She pulled her legs up in her chair so she could sit cross-legged and pulled a paperback from her purse, the cover of which read Ariel. She'd been on a Sylvia kick lately. [/style] [/style] |