Eileen Galvin 3/3mother_rebornFebruary 11 2011, 06:32:06 UTC
Samples First Person: It's weird, but I don't remember leaving the window open last night, and I don't remember turning on the television. I guess I'm a little paranoid after everything that's happened, but it still has me worried. Maybe I'll give Henry a key to my apartment... just in case something happens. But that would probably make him awkward. Well, more awkward than usual, if that's possible. He's such a strange guy, but in a good way. I'm glad we've gotten to become closer.
Third Person: “Henry…”
Opening her eyes, Eileen shifted slightly on the softness of her sofa and glanced at the clock on the wall, stretching in the dim winter sunlight that was just beginning to creep through her lace living room curtains. Eleven o'clock AM and Sunday, her consequence for falling asleep during reruns the previous night. It didn't help that her steadily healing wounds were sore from her less-than-ideal sleeping arrangement.
“Why did I say his name?” she wondered aloud, glancing out the window through the small gap in her curtains. Her mother had once told her that one was most honest when only half awake, but Eileen had only ever half-believed that statement, and what truth could a simple name have to it, anyway?
It took quite a lot of effort to get up without hurting herself and, Eileen gave some minor thought to breakfast as she did so, running briefly through her plans for the day. Ignoring the slight stabbing pain from the numbers still carved into her back she poured herself a glass of orange juice. Faint scraping sounds came from room 302; Henry Townshend moving furniture around. Gently she rapped on the wall that separated them and the sounds stopped.
"Henry? Do you want to get some breakfast with me?" she asked cautiously. Henry may have been rather shy and slightly awkward, but damned if that was going to stop her. She wanted to spend time with him. The photographer had been on her mind more often since the ordeal with Walter Sullivan, and she wasn’t going to let this preoccupation with him go to waste.
ACCEPTED!aliunde_modsFebruary 11 2011, 17:23:48 UTC
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Re: ACCEPTED!moonchild10February 14 2011, 14:59:24 UTC
Thank you so much for accepting my app! I really appreciate it! ^^ I'll probably apply with my OC, too, after I get the hang of this place. Kudos to you for having such an in-depth app. It's a good way to avoid Mary Sues getting in <3
First Person: It's weird, but I don't remember leaving the window open last night, and I don't remember turning on the television. I guess I'm a little paranoid after everything that's happened, but it still has me worried. Maybe I'll give Henry a key to my apartment... just in case something happens. But that would probably make him awkward. Well, more awkward than usual, if that's possible. He's such a strange guy, but in a good way. I'm glad we've gotten to become closer.
Third Person: “Henry…”
Opening her eyes, Eileen shifted slightly on the softness of her sofa and glanced at the clock on the wall, stretching in the dim winter sunlight that was just beginning to creep through her lace living room curtains. Eleven o'clock AM and Sunday, her consequence for falling asleep during reruns the previous night. It didn't help that her steadily healing wounds were sore from her less-than-ideal sleeping arrangement.
“Why did I say his name?” she wondered aloud, glancing out the window through the small gap in her curtains. Her mother had once told her that one was most honest when only half awake, but Eileen had only ever half-believed that statement, and what truth could a simple name have to it, anyway?
It took quite a lot of effort to get up without hurting herself and, Eileen gave some minor thought to breakfast as she did so, running briefly through her plans for the day. Ignoring the slight stabbing pain from the numbers still carved into her back she poured herself a glass of orange juice. Faint scraping sounds came from room 302; Henry Townshend moving furniture around. Gently she rapped on the wall that separated them and the sounds stopped.
"Henry? Do you want to get some breakfast with me?" she asked cautiously. Henry may have been rather shy and slightly awkward, but damned if that was going to stop her. She wanted to spend time with him. The photographer had been on her mind more often since the ordeal with Walter Sullivan, and she wasn’t going to let this preoccupation with him go to waste.
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I'll probably apply with my OC, too, after I get the hang of this place. Kudos to you for having such an in-depth app. It's a good way to avoid Mary Sues getting in <3
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