Post by `winnifred carroll on Mar 12, 2008 15:53:18 GMT -5
Winnifred Anne Harris Carroll
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{ `cause nothing changes who i am.
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name, Winnifred "Fred" Anne Harris Carroll
age, Eighteen
sexuality, Female
orientation, Bisexual
job on the ship,
Maid
are they good at their job? how?,
Fred is fairly good at her job. She's sort of a perfectionist so she's always making sure she has everything done completely. Sometimes she overlooks things because she gets distracted easily, but she always gets the overall job done. Some passengers have specifically requested her because she thinks of doing certain little things that aren’t on the original list. Mostly she just does her job with no problems or irregularities. She wants to go to college that bad.
cabin,
Her cabin is a chaotic mess. It is thoroughly clean, just messy. Clothes litter the floor and pictures of her family are sporadically taped to the wall. She doesn’t have much time to pick up after herself when she's picking up after hundreds of passengers, but she always makes a little time to keep it undusty.
{ that`s how we roll.
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family,
- Karen Dawn Harris :: mother :: deceased
- Johnathan Lee Harris :: father :: deceased
- Elizabeth Jane Carroll :: adoptive mother
- Jude Alexander Carroll :: adoptive father
- Conner James Davids Carroll :20: adopted brother
- Joseph Christopher Carroll :15: adopted brother
family photos,
{ life`s like a novel with the end ripped out.
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history,
"Winnifred Anne Harris," her mother whispered into the cold birthing room. "My little Fred," her husband mused at her side. "Don’t call her that, she'll grow up all rough and tumble just because of a nickname!" He scooped his baby out of her mother's arms and kissed it on the forehead. "Alright dear, he bent down and kissed his child on the head again, "It'll be our little secret Fred," he whispered. And he could swear the baby smiled; until the day he died, he never believed she hadn’t.
the beautiful family ;;
Fred grew up in a very common house with very common parents. She was an only child, but was never spoiled, by her mother at least. Her mother always lived by the philosophy that if you wanted it, you worked for it; her father had a different view on things. His daughter was the closest and dearest thing to his heart and he loved her dearly; he would have done anything for her. So, within the first few years of early childhood, Fred learned that a temper got her one of two things: a spanking or a reward. By middle childhood, she knew which parent would reward her and which parent wouldn’t. Whenever Fred's mother was out of the house, which was often because she was a on call doctor, Fred would get all the things she wanted by kicking, screaming, and crying. When her mother was home however, she did the dishes like a good little girl and received her reward. In this way, Fred lived a sort of double life; one where she was the impossible child and one where she was a good little angel. And since Fred had her father wrapped around her finger, neither of her worlds collided because he would never tell.
School was a different story all together. Fred sat in the corner of the classroom all by herself reading. When it was time to do class activities, she would do as little as possible. Her parents asked the teacher if it would affect her schooling and the teacher told them it was just a phase. But Fred just wasn’t a social person. She would rather read or draw. Around the end of second grade, she had also taken a fancy to the camera. She loved taking pictures and was quite the natural at it.
Fred's life was good. She had all she could ever want and more. But unfortunately that wasn’t going to last. It had been a few months since Fred's eighth birthday and she had just been forced by her mother to join the soccer team. Fred hated soccer, but she loved the look on her dad's face when she scored so she decided to stick with it. Her father had been a soccer man back in England, so, he was very proud of his princess. One day, Fred sprained her ankle at practice. Of course an ambulance was called and her parents contacted. Fred rode in the back of the ambulance with the coach, begging for her mother and father. The coach told her that they would be at the hospital. But they weren’t at the hospital, at least, not in a position where they could see their little girl. Both of her parents died that day from fatal wounds in a car crash that happened on their way to the hospital. Fred never forgave herself for killing her parents although everyone told her that it wasn’t her fault.
the strange family ;;
After the funeral, Fred found herself in a whole mess of the legal battles. Her grandfather was the only living kin left seeing as neither of her parents had any brothers or sisters. Unfortunately for Fred, her grandfather was deemed unfit to take care of a child and Fred was thrown into an orphanage. At the orphanage, Fred had to change some of her social ways. For survival, Fred had to get an army of friends to back her when things got tough and things always got tough at the orphanage. Even as a young girl, she had to learn to keep from getting beat up and picked on. Fred surrounded herself with the biggest and best of the orphanage and became everyone's "little sister".
She was ten the day they showed at the orphanage. They were a cute couple walking around with a young boy who seemed about two or three years older than Fred. When the couple entered, all the kids went about showing off and trying to be the first to talk to them. Fred was so used to this routine. She didn’t even think she had a chance. Who would want a kid who killed her parents? So, as the other kids fought for attention, Fred sat in the corner with a book she had read a million times Goosebumps: The Curse of Camp Cold Lake given to her by her father on her eighth birthday. The boy who was with the family wandered away from all the kids and sat down beside Fred. "That's a good book." Fred looked at him shocked. "It is, I've read it so many times." He laughed, "Are you British?" Fred sighed, she had adopted her father's accent since he passed away, "My father was," she said plainly. That week they adopted her.
the comfortable family ;;
Fred tried to go back to the way things were with her biological parents, but these two wouldnt stand for it. Not to mention, Fred was not used to having siblings. During the first two years at the Carroll home, Fred didn’t get along with her new brother. Slowly though, they both realized how much they ad in common. Conner's single mother had died in a car crash as well, they both enjoyed reading, and they had been only children. They became best friends and as her photography skills developed, Conner became her favorite subject. Four years after Fred joined the family, they adopted Joseph. Joseph was Fred's choice. She saw him at the orphanage, she could tell he had always been picked on and he was the perfect photography model. Joseph was the only one out of the two who never knew who his parents were. Fred, Conner, and Joseph became inseparable throughout high school. It was a close nit little family and Fred had finally found a way to finally care about people again.
Senior year of high school, Fred decided she was going to go to school to become a photo journalist. She told her parents and they tried their best to come up with some money, but they fell short a couple of thousand. Fred tried to get scholarships, but her extracurriculars and grades just weren’t enough. So she got a job that she knew she could do and get paid well; she was to be a maid on the resurrected Queen Mary. Hey, she always loved a good ghost story.
{ you want a piece of me?
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appearance,
Standing at five one and weighing one hundred and seventeen pounds, Fred is the smallest person in both her biological family and adopted. She’s never been very big. She was a premature baby, and then in elementary she wasn’t much bigger than a toddler, in middle school she still could barely reach over the counter, and of course in high school people thought she had skipped a couple of grades. Of course in high school, sometimes even now, she has been accused of an eating disorder. Fred does eat; in fact, she eats more than two grown men put together in one sitting. No one on the face of the earth knows where it goes; heck, even Fred doesn’t know, but she hates it most of the time because she can’t really control when she gets hungry which is often.
Fred’s hair is what most people say makes Fred, Fred. When she was a child, it was a big old bushy mess that overtook her entire frame. She tended to look like a crazed mouse because the brown mass was unmanageable. By the time she reached middle school the frizz had calmed down enough for her to be able to cut it to about shoulder length. It was still a little bushy, but looked much better. At the beginning of high school, Fred discovered a cool little thing called the hair straightener. After about too years of using the straightener, it was as if her air had fixed itself. Fred found that junior year all she had to do was brush and blow dry it in the morning and it would fall nicely into soft curls.
Fred’s eyes are fairly mediocre when it comes to eyes. They are a normal shape and a very normal brown color. The only thing extraordinary about them is they shine with smiles all the time. Her biological father used to call them “smiling eyes”. Whether Fred was sad or happy or even angry, her eyes would always smile. It’s kind of heart breaking at times because you know she’s in pain, but all you can see is that sweet little shine in her eyes. Some people mistake it for innocence, but Fred is far from being innocent. Fred’s eyebrows are what people notice most about Fred; they are bushy yet styled kind of like the actress Brooke Shields’. Next is her nose, small and button-like one of her most hated features. She longs for a beautiful and exotic nose, but alas she is stuck with hers. Her mouth is small and cat-like. She tends to have that smirking little half smile spread across them. And then there is that little thing called freckles, Fred had plenty of those dancing across the bridge of her nose; she hates them, but we all know people who actually have freckles hate them but everyone else thinks they are cute.
Fred has her own unique style when it comes to clothing. She can put any two articles of clothing together and make them look cute. For instance, she could take a sweater vest and a blouse that would look horrible on anyone else, put it on with a pair of jeans, flats, and do her hair up and she would be the cutest thing in the world. She will almost wear anything. She actually has a jacket and hat that look like the military uniform for England, and yes, she actually wears it. She doesn’t mind experimenting with her clothes. She likes colors and overly feminine prints. The way she dresses makes her seem older than she is, despite her height.
picture,
celebrity,
Emma Watson
{ i am unwritten, can't read my mind, i'm undefined.
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personality,
—determined; persistent: If something doesn’t go her way she will do anything the make it go her way and she wont stop until she accomplishes this feat. She will spend hours editing one photo just because she absolutely cannot stand the coloring. If she wants something, she will stop at nothing to get it. As a child, she got it by throwing tantrums; now she uses every tactic she can short of throwing a fit. If it's a job she wants, she will show up every day with her resume ready until they hire her or call the cops on her.
--crazy; fun: There isn’t a day that goes by that she doesn’t put a smile on someone's face because of her crazy and out there personality. She isn’t very outgoing, but if she knows you, she will act like a total dork. She loves to just have fun when she’s with her friends. She's always looking for a good time; that is, after the hard work is done.
--loving; caring: She cares so much for the people around her. She doesn’t like anything to happen to anyone she loves. She also likes helping people she doesn’t know. She just likes the feeling when people thank her for doing something for them. She also loves children. She loves to take care of them. She is a very nurturing person.
--sarcastic; sad: With all the ups and downs she's had in her life, she is really a very sad person. Her sadness comes out in her sarcastic nature. She has a very bitter attitude toward people when they are very happy or even when they are sad. She tends to think people have never had it as bad as she has.
--outgoing; extroverted: She isn’t the most outgoing person in the world, but she has her moments. Most think she is shy at first because she talks soft and likes to be by herself a lot, but she loves attention. She is very much a leader and will do almost anything to be noticed, except doing anything self destructive.
--Bisexual: She has always been attracted to both sexes. When she discovered he photography, she noticed the beauty of a woman's body. She glorifies women in her photography and loves them just as much as she loves any man. She knows she will always be this way. If she ends up with a man for the rest of her life, so be it. But if fate puts her with a woman for the rest of her life, it will be just the same to her.
{ i`m trying to let you hear me as i am.
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your name, Mila
experience, six years
example,
let's take it from the topIt was an itch; a tick in the index finger in her right hand. She could think of nothing else as she tapped her pencil repeatedly on the desk. Her whole arm could not stay still. Every time she glanced at something it would freeze frame as if she had taken a picture of it. If only she could just dim the lights, open a window or two, maybe switch Katie and James to different seats. Her camera peaked out of her bag taunting her as she desperately tried to pay attention to a gastric bypass procedure breakdown. She chewed at her bottom lip, willing her had to stop moving. Finally, she was able to stop the tapping, but the itch was still there. Her will was deteriorating with every tick of the clock. Her large eyes swept over to the clock. tick freeze tick freeze. Just as she was about to grab her camera and just take one picture inconspicuously, the teacher dismissed to class. Maine scooped her camera out of her bag and snapped a couple of Jenny as she packed up her bag. After Jenny gave her a murderous look, Maine lowered the camera, tucking it swiftly into her bag and racing out the door.
The front lawn of the Medical Sciences building was just teeming with potential. Immediately, Maine pulled out her camera, switching the lens and snapping a few of the college scene. It wasn’t art, but she needed to just take pictures. Maine had these days about once every week or so. She was always in need of creative energy flow; a lot of the time she could barely keep herself from doodling and take a picture right as the itch started. Today had been different because it would have been her fourth offense with that particular professor. She sat on the step and focused in on a boy and girl walking down the sidewalk holding hands. She snapped the picture three times before getting up and skipping down the steps.
She walked to the closest fountain taking pictures of the people there. These people seemed too happy however; she wanted to convey something else. Something…sad. She looked around searching for that thing or person to satisfy her need. She walked in between two of the buildings finding a boy reading a book. He didn’t seem sad, but he didn’t look like the happiest individual in the world and something about his posture told her to take the picture. Without thinking, she snapped a picture of him. He looked up quickly, eyes wide. ”What the heck!” Maine didn’t say anything, she just turned and walked away. She had a little problem with privacy when it came to photography. She fund it easier to just ignore and walk away from the angry person.
She walked slowly, snapping pictures here and there; nothing really remarkable struck her. She reached one of the many gardens on campus and plopped down on a bench. People bustled around her. She stuck to taking pictures of the boy across from her. He was wild looking, piercing in every part of his face; tattoos covering almost every visible part of his body. The woman sitting on the bench beside his smiled at her, so, she snapped one of her. Maine was quit content with what she was doing, but in the back of her hand there was an itch for something more; she just wasn’t sure what.
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