Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 26, 2006 17:52:05 GMT -5
OoC Info::
Name/Alias: Rushie
Neopets Username: siiryuu
Age: 14
Email: No, thanks.
Sample Of Writing: The sky was how it had been two days ago, when they’d gotten here. It was gray and dreary, looking like it was going to rain but never actually raining. Heck, it even /smelled/ like rain. The air was tick and heavy, like the sky was just waiting to pour all of its water down onto the heads of those out at the moment. But it wouldn’t rain. Not now, anyway. It would wait until later tonight, at around ten-thirty.
The school was set off in some remote part off the road, a little into a circle of trees so that if you didn’t know exactly where it was, you would miss it. And that was exactly what Annabelle Hartt did. Her 1965 Mustang convertible cruised right on by the building, and she didn’t see it until it was too late. Letting out a short stream of profanities as she turned in her seat to see the building, she frowned, making a quick U-turn on the deserted road.
The beautiful sounds of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus abruptly cut off as the Mustang parked in the parking space beside Belle’s brother’s dark red Santa Fe. She waited for the top to come up, then rolled up the windows and slammed the door behind her. The wind blew strongly from the trees framing the parking lot, sending her dark brown hair flying haphazardly in different directions.
Shocking green eyes surveyed the concrete jungle before her. The /unfamiliar/ concrete jungle. Sighing, she adjusted her messenger bag on her shoulder and headed over to sit at a picnic table; she had plenty of time left. Her black-and-baby blue Vans made scuffing noises on the sidewalk, though they were somewhat muffled by her too-long jeans, which trailed underneath the soles of the shoes.
She slid onto the bench, pausing only as her long legs got momentarily tangled with the legs of the bench. She did not feel like toppling onto the concrete and cracking her head today. Not on the first day, anyway. Finally regaining her balance, she sighed, folding her arms on top of the table and resting her head on her arms, closing her eyes and reliving what she had seen last night.
She’d been sitting in her room, sipping her hot chocolate from her too-big Dale Jr. mug, when she’d seen something in the backyard. It was a werewolf. Don’t ask her how she knew, but she knew. She was convinced. Staying up until odd hours of the night had convinced her that it was indeed what she’d thought second—her first thought had been Sasquatch.
She didn’t bother picking her head up as people began pulling into the lot. Not like they would talk to her, anyway. Amanda had told her to look for Ian, her son, which was all good and well. She’d said he’d be the tallest kid there, and Belle had seen no one like that yet. So she was content with sitting here like a lump until someone talked to her or it was time to go inside.
BiC Info::
Name: Rush Valentine
Age/Year: 16/6th
Blood: Muggle-born
Wand: 11 inches, holly, phoenix feather, sturdy
Personality: Rush Valentine is…crazy. There is simply no other way to put it. She sings constantly, a smile is always on her features, and she does some of the best impressions known to man. She can sing, too, which is always a bonus. She’s seemingly always cheerful, and her eyes never seem to be without a playful spark. I’d watch, however, if I were you, if that spark disappeared. When Ms. Valentine’s eyes go dull, it always means trouble’s afoot. She does not get angry very often, but when she does, it’s like Hell poured all of its fury into this one teenaged girl. Hell hath no fury like an angry Rush Valentine. Someone once accused Rush of being bipolar, and that may be so, for she switches moods quite often. Of course, this was when, in fourth year, she got trapped in the broom cupboard and went from angry, to sad, to happy. She claims it was the lack of oxygen that did it to her. No one believed that. Then there was the time that she was caught setting flowers around the Slytherin Common Room. First of all, no one knows how she got in. Second of all, when she was caught, she claimed she had no idea what she was doing and burst into a hysterical fit of tears. No one believed that, either.
Rush is arguably one of the most loveable people you’ll meet at Hogwarts. She loves making people laugh, especially her friends. She does this with a number of impressions—Slytherins are her specialty.
She also can be very quiet at times, though the occasional prank is fun, too. You could find her in the library, poring over books one moment, and outside, jumping into the freezing-cold lake that next. She’s a very remarkable girl.
If anyone deserves the Nobel Peace Prize, it’s Rush Valentine. She hates fights, hates anything mean at all. Say something mean to her, and she’ll most likely just stick her tongue out at you. Unless, of course, she’s in one of those rare angry moods of hers. She very kind-hearted, and is very sympathetic towards people. No matter who it is, she’ll send them flowers in the hospital wing. She sent Snape flowers once after James sent him to the Hospital. She sends flowers to the Slytherins anonymously, of course, so that they’ll keep them there. “Everyone deserves a little sunshine,” she’ll say, that crazy grin plastered all over her face.
Rush also enjoys to read. In ‘90, with the release of Steven King’s novel, Four Past Midnight, she became instantly in love with the way the man wrote, and has followed every book he’s written religiously since then. Rush Valentine is a complex girl, no matter how you look at it. She has ups, and downs, and fears, and likes, and dislikes, just like anyone else in this world. She’s just a normal girl, who happens to be a witch with a crazy disposition. She sees absolutely nothing wrong with that. And, apparently, neither does the person who sent her the T-shirt for Christmas.
Appearence: Rush Valentine is, I suppose, beautiful, in her own way. She has perfectly straight, dark brown hair, and penetrating gray eyes. Her hair is always messed up, never seeming to stay in the side part she’d fixed it into that morning. Her face always seems to be lit up with a smile of hers, one that is so incredibly crazy, it can make you laugh no matter the mood you’re in. She’s skinny, and lanky, but not disgustingly so or anything like that. She’s just what skinny is supposed to be. When Rush is angry, her eyes turn from smiling to stormy in an instant, and she can get very frightening when angry. She has slightly high cheekbones, and a very pale face. She’s not sickeningly pale, or transparently pale, but she’s pale. And when you bring up anything that has to do with Elvis, she gets this look on her face, as if in love. She also gets this look when she talks about her German shepherd, Snickers. Her eyes get sort of glassy, and she smiles more than ever. She could light up the darkest room with that smile. Her teeth are straight and white (due to long years of dental work), and she wears a retainer when she goes to bed at night to keep them in line. And she has a T-shirt that an anonymous person gave to her as a Christmas present. It’s black, and in baby-blue letters it says, “Nothing Is More Beautiful Than The Smile Of A Crazy Girl.” Ain’t it the truth…
Parents: Her parents are Helena and Joshua Valentine. Rush is an only child. She doesn’t have many friends. Incidentally, many people are afraid of her…exuberance. She’s quite the charmer if you got to know her, however. Her cousins are another story. They’re evil, and enjoy torturing Rush whenever she comes home for summer break. I’d rather not get into the details…they’re too gruesome. And her Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Frank…they’re…evil. End of story.
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Rush gets fairly decent grades. She's no child prodigy, but she does get very good grades in class. Despite popular belief, Rush really fdoes study.
Name/Alias: Rushie
Neopets Username: siiryuu
Age: 14
Email: No, thanks.
Sample Of Writing: The sky was how it had been two days ago, when they’d gotten here. It was gray and dreary, looking like it was going to rain but never actually raining. Heck, it even /smelled/ like rain. The air was tick and heavy, like the sky was just waiting to pour all of its water down onto the heads of those out at the moment. But it wouldn’t rain. Not now, anyway. It would wait until later tonight, at around ten-thirty.
The school was set off in some remote part off the road, a little into a circle of trees so that if you didn’t know exactly where it was, you would miss it. And that was exactly what Annabelle Hartt did. Her 1965 Mustang convertible cruised right on by the building, and she didn’t see it until it was too late. Letting out a short stream of profanities as she turned in her seat to see the building, she frowned, making a quick U-turn on the deserted road.
The beautiful sounds of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus abruptly cut off as the Mustang parked in the parking space beside Belle’s brother’s dark red Santa Fe. She waited for the top to come up, then rolled up the windows and slammed the door behind her. The wind blew strongly from the trees framing the parking lot, sending her dark brown hair flying haphazardly in different directions.
Shocking green eyes surveyed the concrete jungle before her. The /unfamiliar/ concrete jungle. Sighing, she adjusted her messenger bag on her shoulder and headed over to sit at a picnic table; she had plenty of time left. Her black-and-baby blue Vans made scuffing noises on the sidewalk, though they were somewhat muffled by her too-long jeans, which trailed underneath the soles of the shoes.
She slid onto the bench, pausing only as her long legs got momentarily tangled with the legs of the bench. She did not feel like toppling onto the concrete and cracking her head today. Not on the first day, anyway. Finally regaining her balance, she sighed, folding her arms on top of the table and resting her head on her arms, closing her eyes and reliving what she had seen last night.
She’d been sitting in her room, sipping her hot chocolate from her too-big Dale Jr. mug, when she’d seen something in the backyard. It was a werewolf. Don’t ask her how she knew, but she knew. She was convinced. Staying up until odd hours of the night had convinced her that it was indeed what she’d thought second—her first thought had been Sasquatch.
She didn’t bother picking her head up as people began pulling into the lot. Not like they would talk to her, anyway. Amanda had told her to look for Ian, her son, which was all good and well. She’d said he’d be the tallest kid there, and Belle had seen no one like that yet. So she was content with sitting here like a lump until someone talked to her or it was time to go inside.
BiC Info::
Name: Rush Valentine
Age/Year: 16/6th
Blood: Muggle-born
Wand: 11 inches, holly, phoenix feather, sturdy
Personality: Rush Valentine is…crazy. There is simply no other way to put it. She sings constantly, a smile is always on her features, and she does some of the best impressions known to man. She can sing, too, which is always a bonus. She’s seemingly always cheerful, and her eyes never seem to be without a playful spark. I’d watch, however, if I were you, if that spark disappeared. When Ms. Valentine’s eyes go dull, it always means trouble’s afoot. She does not get angry very often, but when she does, it’s like Hell poured all of its fury into this one teenaged girl. Hell hath no fury like an angry Rush Valentine. Someone once accused Rush of being bipolar, and that may be so, for she switches moods quite often. Of course, this was when, in fourth year, she got trapped in the broom cupboard and went from angry, to sad, to happy. She claims it was the lack of oxygen that did it to her. No one believed that. Then there was the time that she was caught setting flowers around the Slytherin Common Room. First of all, no one knows how she got in. Second of all, when she was caught, she claimed she had no idea what she was doing and burst into a hysterical fit of tears. No one believed that, either.
Rush is arguably one of the most loveable people you’ll meet at Hogwarts. She loves making people laugh, especially her friends. She does this with a number of impressions—Slytherins are her specialty.
She also can be very quiet at times, though the occasional prank is fun, too. You could find her in the library, poring over books one moment, and outside, jumping into the freezing-cold lake that next. She’s a very remarkable girl.
If anyone deserves the Nobel Peace Prize, it’s Rush Valentine. She hates fights, hates anything mean at all. Say something mean to her, and she’ll most likely just stick her tongue out at you. Unless, of course, she’s in one of those rare angry moods of hers. She very kind-hearted, and is very sympathetic towards people. No matter who it is, she’ll send them flowers in the hospital wing. She sent Snape flowers once after James sent him to the Hospital. She sends flowers to the Slytherins anonymously, of course, so that they’ll keep them there. “Everyone deserves a little sunshine,” she’ll say, that crazy grin plastered all over her face.
Rush also enjoys to read. In ‘90, with the release of Steven King’s novel, Four Past Midnight, she became instantly in love with the way the man wrote, and has followed every book he’s written religiously since then. Rush Valentine is a complex girl, no matter how you look at it. She has ups, and downs, and fears, and likes, and dislikes, just like anyone else in this world. She’s just a normal girl, who happens to be a witch with a crazy disposition. She sees absolutely nothing wrong with that. And, apparently, neither does the person who sent her the T-shirt for Christmas.
Appearence: Rush Valentine is, I suppose, beautiful, in her own way. She has perfectly straight, dark brown hair, and penetrating gray eyes. Her hair is always messed up, never seeming to stay in the side part she’d fixed it into that morning. Her face always seems to be lit up with a smile of hers, one that is so incredibly crazy, it can make you laugh no matter the mood you’re in. She’s skinny, and lanky, but not disgustingly so or anything like that. She’s just what skinny is supposed to be. When Rush is angry, her eyes turn from smiling to stormy in an instant, and she can get very frightening when angry. She has slightly high cheekbones, and a very pale face. She’s not sickeningly pale, or transparently pale, but she’s pale. And when you bring up anything that has to do with Elvis, she gets this look on her face, as if in love. She also gets this look when she talks about her German shepherd, Snickers. Her eyes get sort of glassy, and she smiles more than ever. She could light up the darkest room with that smile. Her teeth are straight and white (due to long years of dental work), and she wears a retainer when she goes to bed at night to keep them in line. And she has a T-shirt that an anonymous person gave to her as a Christmas present. It’s black, and in baby-blue letters it says, “Nothing Is More Beautiful Than The Smile Of A Crazy Girl.” Ain’t it the truth…
Parents: Her parents are Helena and Joshua Valentine. Rush is an only child. She doesn’t have many friends. Incidentally, many people are afraid of her…exuberance. She’s quite the charmer if you got to know her, however. Her cousins are another story. They’re evil, and enjoy torturing Rush whenever she comes home for summer break. I’d rather not get into the details…they’re too gruesome. And her Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Frank…they’re…evil. End of story.
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Rush gets fairly decent grades. She's no child prodigy, but she does get very good grades in class. Despite popular belief, Rush really fdoes study.
