LJ Idol Week 0: Introduction
Written for season 7 of therealljidol. Please visit the topic to see what others have written for their introductions. All my entries this season are based on the webcomic I.C.Q., of which I am one of the co-creators, together with shurhaian.
On Sarah
Sarah: My name's Sarah Woolf, and I just moved into this townhouse owned by a little old lady who knew my father when he was young, to attend college. I wanted to go into, like, women's studies or design or something, but Mother had me sign up for Accounting. I don't know why, it's not like she ever worked a day in her life since she met Father when she was in college. At least she didn't send a nanny along and there's bound to be lots of eyecandy and stuff in a college town, right?
Toni: I'm sure Sarah is a good kid, but she can be... kind of overexcited over things, and she seems kind of sheltered. I guess I can sympathize with getting a bit wild out from under her mother's thumb, but sooner or later someone's going to have to scare a bit of sense into her before she hurts herself.
Blake: Sarah's pretty fun, I guess... I mean, there's virtually no bait she won't rise to. Her mother, though... geez! Even ignoring that she apparently took me for a groundskeeper, that lady is possibly the most stuck-up, entitled bitch I ever met, and that's supposedly normal for her?
On Toni
Sarah: It must be rough being Toni; she's not going to school, I guess her parents can't afford it or something. She's not only working, but she's working at... I can't even say it! Well, she made an effort to welcome us when we moved in, so I can't fault her for that, at least. I hope she comes upon better times soon, though, it must be terrible to work in that kind of place day after day.
Toni: I'm Toni Squire, 27, senior cashier at Lovers' Lagoon and owner of a white-and-gray tabby cat named Mittens. I had to move since my apartment building was sold and the new landlords changed the pet policy; if I was going to stay there he would've had to go and I couldn't well just get rid of him after I had him since he was a kitten. Luckily I found this room for rent in a duplex owned by a retired ewe, and it's suiting me fine so far. My parents divorced when I was about four or five, so I grew up with my mother, who still tries to spoil me rotten at any opportunity.
Blake: I like Toni so far, even if our first meeting was kind of brief. She seems to have her head screwed on the right way, for the most part, and far as I can tell she has a sense of humor. Now if only her fucking cat would stop hacking up hairballs in my sock drawer...
On Blake
Sarah: When Mother first saw Blake I thought she'd turn the car around and drive back home or something. The look on her face! I can't really complain about him, he was nice enough to help me bring my furniture in even after she insulted him, though I'd be happier if he'd stop poking fun at me all the time.
Toni: Blake seems like a solid enough guy, the kind I'm glad to have for a roommate, and he has enough of a sense of humor he'd fit in with most people I know. He could do to be a little less mean-spirited towards Sarah on occasion; it's not the poor girl's fault she's a bit naive, after all. And he can be a slob sometimes.
Blake: I'm Blake Masterson, and for the next four years I'll be studying at the college here in town. I major in Biology with a minor in Journalism, and rent a room in a house on Blackbird Lane, in walking distance from campus, thank goodness, because I swear every other driver in this fucking city bought their license off eBay or something. Back home I have my parents, of course, and a little sister ten years younger than I named Marie. Mom and Dad spoil her rotten, but she's a good kid, really. Especially now that she's growing out of Candyland. I hate that game.
On Sarah
Sarah: My name's Sarah Woolf, and I just moved into this townhouse owned by a little old lady who knew my father when he was young, to attend college. I wanted to go into, like, women's studies or design or something, but Mother had me sign up for Accounting. I don't know why, it's not like she ever worked a day in her life since she met Father when she was in college. At least she didn't send a nanny along and there's bound to be lots of eyecandy and stuff in a college town, right?
Toni: I'm sure Sarah is a good kid, but she can be... kind of overexcited over things, and she seems kind of sheltered. I guess I can sympathize with getting a bit wild out from under her mother's thumb, but sooner or later someone's going to have to scare a bit of sense into her before she hurts herself.
Blake: Sarah's pretty fun, I guess... I mean, there's virtually no bait she won't rise to. Her mother, though... geez! Even ignoring that she apparently took me for a groundskeeper, that lady is possibly the most stuck-up, entitled bitch I ever met, and that's supposedly normal for her?
On Toni
Sarah: It must be rough being Toni; she's not going to school, I guess her parents can't afford it or something. She's not only working, but she's working at... I can't even say it! Well, she made an effort to welcome us when we moved in, so I can't fault her for that, at least. I hope she comes upon better times soon, though, it must be terrible to work in that kind of place day after day.
Toni: I'm Toni Squire, 27, senior cashier at Lovers' Lagoon and owner of a white-and-gray tabby cat named Mittens. I had to move since my apartment building was sold and the new landlords changed the pet policy; if I was going to stay there he would've had to go and I couldn't well just get rid of him after I had him since he was a kitten. Luckily I found this room for rent in a duplex owned by a retired ewe, and it's suiting me fine so far. My parents divorced when I was about four or five, so I grew up with my mother, who still tries to spoil me rotten at any opportunity.
Blake: I like Toni so far, even if our first meeting was kind of brief. She seems to have her head screwed on the right way, for the most part, and far as I can tell she has a sense of humor. Now if only her fucking cat would stop hacking up hairballs in my sock drawer...
On Blake
Sarah: When Mother first saw Blake I thought she'd turn the car around and drive back home or something. The look on her face! I can't really complain about him, he was nice enough to help me bring my furniture in even after she insulted him, though I'd be happier if he'd stop poking fun at me all the time.
Toni: Blake seems like a solid enough guy, the kind I'm glad to have for a roommate, and he has enough of a sense of humor he'd fit in with most people I know. He could do to be a little less mean-spirited towards Sarah on occasion; it's not the poor girl's fault she's a bit naive, after all. And he can be a slob sometimes.
Blake: I'm Blake Masterson, and for the next four years I'll be studying at the college here in town. I major in Biology with a minor in Journalism, and rent a room in a house on Blackbird Lane, in walking distance from campus, thank goodness, because I swear every other driver in this fucking city bought their license off eBay or something. Back home I have my parents, of course, and a little sister ten years younger than I named Marie. Mom and Dad spoil her rotten, but she's a good kid, really. Especially now that she's growing out of Candyland. I hate that game.