Post by oliver broadway on Nov 16, 2008 23:38:51 GMT -5
Oliver Jean Broadway
is a Sophomore
from Vansworth Academy
LOOK DOWN YOUR STREET FOR ME .
[/color][/font][/center]been roleplaying for a couple of months now and I found this lovely site
through Tainted Love. you can contact me on pm as
well as YAHOO-->horselover27832@yahoo.com, MSN-->gogrizzles902@hotmail.com. I'm also
in charge of no one.
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I'M ALONE BUT I'M NOT LONELY .
[/color][/font] [/center]most of my friends call me Oli. I was born on the
4th of July, 1993 and I'm 18 years old. I have black
hair and electric blue eyes, and everyone seems too notice my smile.
people say that I look a lot like Alex Evans.
my ancestors come from England. maybe that's where I get my looks! I'm pretty sure that bisexaul-ness is the thing for me[/size]
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MAYBE IT'S THIS THING IN MY CHEST .
[/color][/font] [/center]some of my favorite things are: parties, Legally Blonde, Reese Witherspoon, colored contacts, his blue eyes, French accents, the smell of roses and freshly cut grass, texting, fruits, and Gilmore Girls.[/color][/font][/blockquote]
but I tend to hate: peanut butter, tone deaf people, facial hair, gay bashers, the color black, grammar mistakes, any math classes, fire, feet, and clowns.
I think I'm pretty cool, seeing as: really loud, great writer, pretty good at any instrument that touches his fingers, and easy to pour your soul out to.. some people say I'm:
overly caring, apologizing way to much, and a hair freakoid.
you know I have this terrible habit of biting my nails, giggling at things totally not funny, and sneezing when slapped in certain places.
when I'm in that mood I like smiles, blonde hair, killer bodies,gentle things, and sweet, simple kisses. and just so
you know, body hair, smell, and weird laughs totally kill the mood!
I don't like to tell people that clowns, the dark, and loud noises scare the living
nuts out of me. but you know i have plans, one day I'll a doctor, living in New York, with a wife and two kids.
if I, or someone else, was asked to describe myself
I guess it would go something like this:
YOU DON'T MAKE IT EASY BABE .
[/color][/font] [/center]I was born to Caroline and Matthew Broadway[/b] The Broadways had come to their decision, and informed the doctors that they wanted to wait 10 months, and if Chelsea hadn't come out of it by then, they would pull the plug. Oliver really didn't understand what was going on with his sister and no one would tell him. Not Caroline, not Matt, not even Elsey. He was only 10 at the time, but he figured he deserved to know what was going on with Chelsea.
in New York City, New York. it was okay, because my mother was a
Broadway actress and my dad was a Doctor. as for siblings, I've
got two of them, and here's a little bit about them:and if my life were an autobiography on the new york best seller's list,
then my book would probably go something like this:
Nine months later, a tiny little 14 year old Chelsea's eyes fluttered open and her hand tightened slightly around Caroline's hand. Oliver, not really understanding anything except his sister was back, was estatic. The doctors held Cheslea for a month, making sure everything was functioning properly on her, then released her to her parents and siblings. After the WELCOME HOME party they threw her, Caroline and Matt decided that a little bit of counciling wouldn't hurt Oliver and Elsey. Oh how Oliver hated therapy! Thankfully, for him, it only lasted a couple of months, which he was grateful for. Elsey loved having someone to talk to, and continued the counciling until her senior year of highschool.
The summer after Oliver's freshman year of highschool in New York, Caroline found being an actress was no longer suited for her lifestyle anymore. She had decicded for the whole family that it would be best if they picked up and moved to Australia. The best college for both Chelsea and Elsey was in Australia, so Caroline didn't want to be very far away from her two oldest children. Over the summer, they packed up and headed to the sunny continet. Oliver was kind of happy for the matter, needing a new start over, which he was being granted. Things at his old highschool weren't great. All he heard was, "Oh, you're Caroline Broadway's son!" Or even worse, "You're Elsey and Chelsea's little brother, can you get them to call me?" He hated that one! But here in Australia, no one would know he was related to Elsey and Chelsea. For once, he wouldn't have to deal with living in their shadow!
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I FEEL I'M OWED SOME JOY .
[/color][/font] [/center]I want to be a Vansworth Academy dweller . and just so[/b] Mumbling to himself, he leaned up, grabbed a shirt off his dresser, and headed downstairs. Since he couldn't spend his Saturday sleeping, why not spend it eating and watching Saturday morning cartoons. Bumping into Elsey on his way down the stairs, he noticed she was dressed up. "Where you going?" Oliver mumbling, instantly regretting ever mentioning it. He knew how Elsey was, and he just realized she was either going to scream, or ignore him. He hoped the latter one. Unfortunatly, he got the first one. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE AM I GOING? I'VE GOT TO GO TO THAT RINKY DINK COLLEGE TODAY AND TALK TO THOSE STUPID PROFESSORS, WITH THEIR FRIGGIN ACCENTS, AND THEIR DUMB SUITS!" Oh wow, she wasn't very happy. Oliver shook his head at her, hugged her gently, and took off down the stairs. "MUM? Are you cooking breakfast?" Rounding the corner with lightening speed, he almost ran into his mother, in her apron, while he heard the bacon sizzling. "Oh good! I'm starving. Plus, Elsey and Chelsea are going to need food." Laughing, Oliver stole a piece of toast and plopped down on the couch, channel surfing until he found it. The perfect Saturday morning cartoon. Tom and Jerry. Of course, no high school sophomore should continue to watch Tom and Jerry, but Oliver wasn't really an ordinary kind of guy. Being normal was vastly over-rated, as he told Elsey and Chelsea all the time. They were the norm for New York though. Tall, thin, with blonde hair and blue eyes, they couldn't really stick out if they wanted to. Their Abercrombie and Chanel made them blend in a little bit with the rest of the Australian crowd. Oliver knew at first sight of this place, he wasn't really going to fit in well.
you know, I did read the rules, and I can prove it by saying
living the life. as for a sample of what I can offer, well,
here you go:
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