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Birdie Monroe	Posted: Oct 7 2009, 08:47 AM
RP Hopeful Group: Counselors Posts: 1 Member No.: 1,324 Joined: 6-October 09	Name: Birdie Monroe Age: Twenty-four Position: Counselor Sex: Female Avatar: Jayma Mays Family: Mother: Lois Jane Monroe (49, Teacher) Father: Harrison Kirk Monroe (50, Salesman) Sister: Deborah Monroe (21, Student) Sister: Harriet Monroe (16, Student) Personality: �oh my god, are you really going to make me talk about myself. that is so lame. i feel so conceited talking about myself, you know. but i guess if you really want to know, i�ll tell you. just don�t make fun of me if i sound like a total loser. i�ll be watching for you laughing,� she narrows her eyes, and then ruins it with a loud laugh. �where to start. it�s hard to pinpoint the most important thing about your personality. i mean, people aren�t just black and white. the late great michael jackson told me that.� she shakes her head sadly, remembering the man who gave her the song thriller. �even my mother says she doesn�t know where i came from. she�s straight laced. getting married was the craziest thing she�s ever done in her life. having my siblings and i was the second. but other than that, she�s all about cleaning and learning and reading books late into the night. and my dad was the same way. of course, he�s got the bad streak to him. the one that would sneak us kids out at midnight for late night ice cream. i love to read and be involved in organizations and town meetings.� she smiles proudly. �i�m not a dumb girl, i will just say that. i have to fight to make people see that about myself. people just see the red hair and the big smile and think i must be a ditz. i just have a very short attention span. seriously, i�ve been looking at that poster behind you for the past five minutes trying to figure out what it says. your head has been blocking out the middle, you see.� she leans to the far left, finally getting to read the poster. �much better. but yeah, i get in trouble for that a lot. school was the worst. because i hated having to sit in silence and do work. i was the kid always pushing the kid next to me, or singing songs, or talking over the teacher. some call it the class clown, but i clowns are terrifying so i don�t like that term. i did make a really strict French teacher laugh on time though, and that was like the crowning glory of my primary education. i don�t think that lady had cracked a smile in a long time before i came along. the thing is, people always tell me that i am pretty. before they even get to know me, they assume things.� she stops, curling her firsts and flipping her hair behind her shoulders. this is something that really bothers her. �i hate it. so much. if i had a penny for every time a girl judged me before she met me, or a guy thought i would be some easy chick because of my easygoing nature, i would be a rich, rich woman. just because i am tall, curvy and american doesn�t mean that i am your typical girl. people need to get a grip on life, and stop basing their opinions of people on what they see in movies. it pisses me of like nothing else. when i was in high school, i used to try and ugly myself up. i was just sick of the pre judgments. of course, when people get to know me, they realize none of it is true. my mother and i rarely fight, but when we do it�s about my lack of social graces. i just have the notion, that if i need to burp, then i am going to do that. so what, i get gassy. deal with it. of course, my mother doesn�t see it that way. she just sees it as unladylike. when she was younger, her mother made her go to like cotillions and stuff. i would die if i had to do that. can you really see me in a while dress dancing around with some ponce in a suit. i would laugh. suits make me think of penguins anyway. maybe i just watched too much �mary poppins� as a kid.� she stops in order to break into a rowdy chorus of �supercalifragilisticexpialodocious� and resumes when she has stopped. �what a great movie� but seriously, i think a lot of the way i act now has to do with the way that my parents raised me. i don�t think i would be like this if i didn�t have the freedom to be the person that i wanted to be. if i had grown up with some strict parents, i would have gone to a private school and would hardly have seen the sun. but, i was going to learn about something new every day, swimming in the gorgeous lake, and learning so much daily about culture. there are so many different people in the world, and the people are always changing. and that fascinates me. i am a born performer as well, so having people around to entertain is great. and there is nothing that people love more than a little red girl who likes to sing in different languages and laps up the attention. i really was a weird kid. for like two months i refused to dress in anything other than a pirate costume. complete with eye patch. my mom made me stop when i bumped into a pole and bruised my face. i never did what i was told, and i was always trying to get my mother to take me on so called adventure. but god, i remember the first time i had to go visit my grandparents in new york. i was so scared. my mother had tried to prep me on how different things were in the city, and i just had this picture of like a scary city with people that would kidnap me. because she told me that i could absolutely not talk to stranger there. but when i got there, it was just like another adventure for me. sure things weren�t as free, but kids have the same mind. i made friends with the next door neighbors kids and they taught me how to double dutch. it was awesome. but whenever i do go visit my grandparents, i feel the need to be on my best behavior. sure i sound all good, and goofy and great. not to brag. but i do have a bad side. i have the worst temper in the world. if i get cranky, prepare for my wrath. it will be there. i can be happy one minute, and a complete raging btch the next. and i have no problem with that. if you piss me off enough to deserve my temper, then fck you. just don�t mess with me, my family or my friends. of course, i would never like hit anyone. i am too wimpy and weak, but i can do some damage with words. i just get worked up and say what is on my mind, and that is usually not a good thing at all. i�ve gotten in trouble lots of times for it. i work as a waitress at a diner, and i have to work really hard not to say stupid stuff when guys say stupid stuff in the restaurant. i think that shows how far i�ve come as a person. but yeah, i don�t know what else to say. i love to dance to eighties music. i think food fights are the best thing that can ever happy to a person. i am going to be a great doctor one day, or else i will be the president i will totally move to the white house. and i think that cats are way better than dogs. i guess if you want to know anything else, you just have to become my friend.�. History: "history, i hate history class. i mean, i know that my family history is probably really important. i think i was an irish warrior in the past or something. not me personally, i don�t think women could be italian warriors anyway, but my ancestors. it would explain why i am like too tall and too pale for any normal person,� she pauses, running a hand through her messy red hair and thinking about it. finally, she realizes that she should be talking about herself and not european ancestors. �i guess i should start with my parents,� she smiles, taking a deep breath. �i have a mother and a father, yes, but i don�t think family is ever that simple. my parents were young when they met. they were in college, which is a time where most couples meet. but my parents hated each other when they first met. like, my mother was the good girl who did all her work, and my dad�wasn�t.� she laughs, thinking about the differences between her parents, and now it made no sense that they would ever get together. �mom says they were at this party, and she got totally wasted. and after like months of them play fighting, she basically told my dad that she was hot for him, and they made out. it�s gross when you think about them being my parents, but at the same time it�s pretty cute. when my mom graduated college, they got married. dad was already on his way to becoming a plastic surgeon. then mom got pregnant with my older brother. she rushed to finish her degree in child psychology, and they settled down. then my sister imogen came along, and then me. i think it was a mistake. actually, i know i was a mistake.� she stops for a moment, thinking if mistake is really the right word. because she doesn�t like to consider her entire existence a mistake. in fact, she quite likes the person that she has become, and mistake indicates that there was something wrong with her. �i guess you could just call me an uninvited visitor, a surprise. yeah, i like the word surprise. and boy, did i surprise the two of them. mom says she contemplated not even telling my father about me. they had my sister, and they were doing well in their careers. but mom always wanted another child, and after nine months of waiting, i came along. the baby of the family. another girl.� she smiles, rolling her eyes. she doesn�t think she�s that fabulous, but she would never tell anyone that. �i have so many memories from my childhood. most of them, i can�t remember, but i look at pictures and see the story there. there is this picture of me in my dress up lab coat and his stethoscope, tying parker up and making him play doctor with me. i think i must have diagnosed him, because he ended up with at least fifty band aids over his face. those must have hurt coming off. but i didn�t care. i just wanted to take care of people. still do. it�s just one of the things my father and i have in common. because you know, i am a totally daddy�s girl. mom never wanted me to be a normal child. she wanted me to grow up being who i was going to be. i went to school like all the other kids, but i just didn�t learn math and history. i learned language and culture, and i think that really affected the way i grew up. if i wanted to wear shells in my hair and go to the lake at midnight, mom was right there with me. i guess that is why we�re so close now. because we are. my mother is probably my best friend. and though i love my dad so much, and we are alike in so many ways, i can just tell my mother anything and everything. she�s a great woman. i sometimes wonder what would have happened to my mother if she hadn�t had me. i think she would have gone crazy in that house of boys. sure, i like to have as much fun as my sister. and imogen are i are more like twins than anything. and while prank wars have been a tradition in the macneil house since i was five, i love nothing more than curling up on the couch with my mom some nights, watching trashy reality shows over a bow of ice cream and having some mommy and me time. but the same goes for my father. we both share a bad streak, and though he hates me going out after like, ten, i think he kind of likes the idea that i have more of his personality than my mom. i�m twenty four now. i recently graduated from university of texas with a degree in child psychology, just like my mother. i was going to be a regular teacher, and then when i got in the field i saw how important it is that kid's minds and bodies get taken care of. so i changed my major. i graduated last year, so a little late, but i did it. i've been in the united statesall my life, and i finally just got up the nerve to move to canada and do what i want to do. i've always wanted to help kids and be there for the oens that need help the most. so i've applied at this camp, and i am hoping that good things come of it.� Reason for coming to Horizon: She wants to be a counselor and finally get some independce and do things on her own. Rp Sample Charley Dexter had never been the cool girl in school. Sure, she had her friends and she did things that made the teachers proud. But she was never the popular girl that her sister was. She never had the charm and social graces that she so wanted. And that was why she was bent over a red plastic diner chair cleaning up soggy French fries and spilled coke. Grumbling, she threw yet another wet rag into the bucket and wiped her hands off on the itchy cotton dress she was required to wear. It was almost time for her to be heading home, and for that she was grateful. She had been at the diner since five, and it was getting to be around one in the morning. Her shift ended in thirty minutes, and all she had to do was clean up her tables before the night shift ladies came in. Nodding her head to the jukebox, she pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail. Table seven wanted coffee, but that was her only customer. A few regulars were at the bar, but Francine behind the counter was keeping them at bay. Charley poured a fresh cup and set it down on his table, her trademark smile in place. That was the hardest part of the job, after all, keeping that stupid smile plastered on her face. She had learned long before that the customers didn�t want a smart waitress. They wanted someone who would shut up and serve them their late night pancakes. And she was all about that. Sliding into a booth in the back, she took out her notepad and started counting her tips. Things had been slow, but she had a fair amount of crumpled dollars stuffed into her apron. That would buy her a late night sandwich from the quickie mart and a bottle of wine. Because all she wanted to do was go home and curl up with her cat and watch infomercials until she fell into a wine induced sleep. She wanted to forget all about her terrible week, actually her terrible month and just sleep until she couldn�t anymore. But she couldn�t sleep. She just had to keep on going. Glancing at her watch, she sighed. Twenty more minutes and she would be done. No more old men trying to stare right through her clothes, and maybe she could wash the smell of waffles and coffee out of her hair. At least she had the next day off. She promised herself she would call her sister. It had been at least a week since she had seen Jamie, which was unlikely for the girls. Though they looked alike, sometimes it was hard to picture them as sisters. They were polar opposites. And Jamie always had something going on in her life. Usually centering around Chris or Landon. When she was younger, all she had ever wanted to be was Jamie. Charley would sneak into her closet and pull out her dresses and pretend for a few moments that she was fabulous and tall and amazing. There was only one person who had ever been able to make her feel that way. And he hated her guts now. It hurt to think of Finn now. Ever since that night he had come into the diner, and seen her standing there. If it hadn�t been for her mind turning on at the last minute, she would have dropped the coffee pot she had been holding at the time. Almost four years had passed since they had seen each other last. Senior year, when her whole world turned upside down and she thought it would all fall apart. It had fell apart, but Finn had kept it together for a while. The first night she heard about her brother, she went up in the treehouse. Finn�s mom must have told him, because he knew where to find her. The trapdoor opened and he was there, holding her and letting her cry. Anyone who knew Charley, knew that she never cried. Even as a young girl, she would bunch up her face so that no tears ever escaped. Crying was a sign of weakness, and it was something she could control. She couldn�t help her height and size and the dorky glasses, but she could be tough. And so she never cried. But that night, God, he had seen her at her worst. And the next night, and the next. And then he left. He was gone, just like that. When they were younger, they usd to sit and plan their future together. He promised he was going to marry her when they turned twenty-one and she was going to have seven kids. He would be a famous writer and she�d be a scientist and they�d like in a house in the trees just like when they were kids. But that dream, it never got the chance to come true. Fate was a cruel mistress, and it had dealt her a terrible hand. In an instant, she threw all of her college applications in the trash can, and resigned herself to staying home. There was no way she could start a completely new chapter of her life when she was feeling the way she was. Charley didn�t know what she expected, him to stay? That would have been unfair. He was going to a good school, he had his whole life in front of him. They were best friends, but he couldn�t just throw all of that away for someone like her. So she didn't know what she wanted. It was hard. Fifteen minutes passed in no time and it was time for her to be on her way. She pulled on her cardigan over her stained dress and let her hair down out of it's ponytail so it fell past her shoulders in waves. She waved to the other girls who were working and headed out into the cool night. Walking home, she hadn't expected to get a thrill when she saw the pub sign. When Finn had come into the diner that day, she had asked around. And she knew that he worked there. Her heart leapt, and she wanted to be brave. Because she wanted to march right into that bar and set things straight. Well, as best she could. Five minutes passed as she marched back and forth in the street. But after multiple strange looks, she made up her mind. Pulling open the door, she walked up to the the bar and took a seat. Most of the other women in there were wearing leather and skirts and trying to get lucky. She looked like a ten year old who managed to sneak into the adult party. And then she saw him, and all the courage she had went out the window. This was too hard. He hated her, and she had brought that on herself. Quietly she slid off the stood, just as her coat sleeve caught onto a pitcher of beer, sending it crashing to the ground. "Oh fck, sorry." She ducked down, looking for some napkins and picking up the fallen pitcher. "fck, good one Char." Read the rules? elements

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