ROOK, pippa juliet

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ROOK, pippa j u l i e t

audrey kitching -- pippa juliet rook

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: Neko
age: 19
roleplaying experience: 4 years
roleplaying sample:

Right Right, time to start the day, as it was far too difficult to just sit in bed and do nothing. Once he was up, he as up. He had to get up and move regardless that Venus didn’t like waking up alone. He always figured she’d get used to it by now. Anyway, he had to get out. The feeling, it was far too powerful. He hated feeling so trapped on that bus, so crampt, no room to just..Let go. He had hated that feeling, since he was a restless soul. He hadn’t had any time to explore Maine at all since they got here, so he took today as the perfect timing.

Plus it was a real nice morning, not damp, sunny even. Spring was often like that, not too bad or wet either. Damp hair was no on his agenda at the moment, not when he spent a good enough time on styling it, slightly. It was just a quick wander, so he didn’t need to spend too much time on getting ready. There wasn’t much point on a casual day like right now. Wandering out of the bus, he deciphered on where to go. Because he didn’t have an exact plan, he never did. Going by the flow was his usual motto. Sure it wasn’t reliable but that had never been his friend.

Ruffling a hand through his hair briefly, he started on his walk, not really sure where he was going exactly. He isn’t great with directions, which was hardly all that surprising, taking everything into consideration. He always forgot something , especially if to take a right or not. But today like most days, he didn’t really care.

Getting out was just a bonus, even if he was supposed to be practising, although that was later on. So he figured he wouldn’t be in too much trouble, hopefully. Grinning to himself like an idiot, he found himself trawling down the streets, past a few stores. Glancing at the window of a jewellery store, he let his emerald eyes scan the items for a few seconds. ”Hmm...no he thought then suddenly frowned. Not such a good idea, he was far too indecisive and not the greatest at picking out jewellery. That and he hardly had money on him, as per usual.

Turning away, he spotted a local Starbucks and just wandered in. He needed a break from doing...absolutely nothing. It wouldn’t do any harm, especially since the fact he wasn’t doing anything important. Pushing open the door, he noticed how quiet it was. So unlike the tour bus or the site at all. Unfortunate, though made sense because of the time. Not many people were early risers, like himself.

He was rather energetic, yet he felt the need for a little pick up. Making his way up to the counter, he ordered a Iced Caffè Mocha and was about to find when he spotted a girl nearby, who just so happened to take a picture of the man a bit a ways of way. He noticed at the corner of his eye, it was definitely just a bit weird, though, each to their own. Looking in her direction, he inched closer, though trying not to be imposing. That would be awkward.

”Do you know that person or do you just take pictures of random guys?” he wondered out loud, and then moved to the seat opposite. ”Mind if I sit here?” he asked, politely, as he didn’t want to be alone, that was no fun, at all.

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: Pippa Juliet Rook
nickname: Pip, Pippie
age: Nineteen
band, position:Go. No. Stop! , stylist
sexual orientation:Bisexual
hometown: Dallas, Texas

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here: "You wanna know how I got here? Do I really have to explain everything? Fine...I was born in the Dallas, yeah call me what you will but I’m not redneck despite being born in Texas. My mom and dad ere young when they had me, but they were good to me. I was spoiled, being the only child. Then my dad had an affair that’s when the shit started. I was close to my dad, so I was devastated that he left. My mom turned to drink, wasn’t as alert with me nor did she pay any attention like she used to.

I was pretty much alone. That sucked, because no one knew how I felt or even asked. I turned to fashion to keep me going. I wanted to be a fashion designer, but that was never gonna happen. My life was never going to just turn out alright. I abandoned my dreams and just sorta existed for longest while. My mom would be gone for days, so I often just pleased myself. That’s when I started to get into music, listening to it; I couldn’t play worth shit, of course. I couldn’t bear to live in Dallas anymore. I hated being a stupid country kid. I got into trouble, crack, pot, you name it.

Sixteen, I left home. Mom didn’t care, neither did I. My dad wanted me to live with him, though he didn’t know how much of a wreck I was. So when I got to Chicago, I was like...all alone. I knew no one, so that sucked. Soon, I got out more and was introduced to some alright people, that didn’t care what I did or whatever. It took a little while before I found my new career, if you will. I became a stylist for a band and I felt as if my troubles would go away. They haven’t, but like I care."

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes: getting high, fashion, drawing on occasion, candy, sex, quiet, sleeping in, designing, make-up, dresses
dislikes: being alone, getting up early, really annoying people, immaturity, optimisim, spicey food, being shouted at