O'SHEA, isla catherine

[isla catherine o'shea]

isla catherine o'shea ,

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" you're in the city of lights, and i want to know everything. "

name: isla catherine o'shea (her name is pronounced i-la and her surname oh-shay, people always get it wrong), she doesn't like people trying to shorten it except family.

age: almost nineteen, november 2nd 1990

body type: she's pretty petite, average height but still really dainty.

distinguishing features: her hair, obviously. and her accent is definitely distinguishing, she's irish.

member title: she's majoring in drama and theatre arts at columbia.

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" that family of yours, i hear it's pretty interesting. "

parents' names: siobhan and john o'shea

siblings' names: maria coyle, 29, homemaker. jack o'shea, 26, journalist. kirsty o'shea, 22, trainee teacher. william o'shea, 16, student.

outside family: her grandparents (she lives with them), margaret & eoghan o'shea.

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" i guess you could say nyc is the city of love.
so, tell me all about that love life of yours. "

sexual orientation: straight

significant others: (he has no name yet, k?) but she loves him.

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" am i prying too much? no? well, then, tell me
about every skeleton in that closet of yours. "

the briefing: isla isn't exactly the fiery irish redhead that you would expect, she's generally very calm and she's good at hiding her emotions - she's an actress after all. she's a fairly happy person most of the time, but when there's something bothering her it does show after a while. sometimes she gets tired of the attention about her accent, and her acting skills come in handy because if she wants to she can sound like any other new yorker.

the secret: " The worst decision of my life was letting you go. "

the loose ends: isla lives with her grandparents in new york, because her parents are back in ireland. she's visited them pretty much every summer from about the age of thirteen. she got on really well with the guy in the apartment across the hall one summer when she was sixteen, as just friends. when she came back the following year it was more than that, it was the best summer of her life, but he moved away at the end of the summer and she didn't see him again. she loves new york city, but she knows somewhere inside that the real reason for coming here to study was to find him again.

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" that person behind you, who are they? "

your name: the coolest person in the world nicole

your age: sixteen

contacting: pm, or aim if you're special

secret phrase:admin edit

extras: i laaaav yew? no other characters. yet.

roleplay sample:

if it's gonna be a rainy day
^{there's nothing we can do to make it change}
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The LA air hung heavy with heat that was almost tangible, but the sun wasn't visible, hidden behind the masses of cloud that had been suspended over the city for the last day or so, neither here nor there. The sidewalk felt warm through the thin-soled flip flops that adorned Nate Hurst's feet and a thin sweat dewed his forehead and face as he walked along steadily, a desination obviously clear in his head. He knew better than to take the car such a short distance, especially in LA, plus he had gotten a mini lecure from Levi earlier about getting some exercise, and then been threatened with the deadly regime that his bandmate seemed to think was fun. To Nate it was an obvious cue to get out while he could, and before he was even out the front door he knew where he was headed. Anyway, he enjoyed walking, it gave him time to think.

He was happy, more than he had been in a long, long time. Nate wasn't an emo kid or anything, he didn't hate life or get depressed, never had, but even back in high school he had never been totally content with his life. There was no denying that it had been fun, really fun, but there was always something there in his subconcious whether it was the regular adolescent discontent or his own little personal problems. But there was no sign of any of that now. The Weekend Theory were flying, with record number three due out next month, his friends were in good places too, and very possibly the best part, Zeppelin Caeser was his girlfriend of seven months. Ok, so ideally Nate should have asked her out six months before he did, but something was better than nothing, right? The months that had passed were so good for him, finally delivering the piece of mind that he needed, an assurance that he wasn't, and never would be as ridiculously useless or unreliable as his dad had been, he was more like a polar opposite. In fact the only uselessness on his part was the unnecessary fear that had come with the commitment. It had melted away in the first month of their relationship, to be replaced by a sense of ease that came from knowing that he'd made the right choice, and nearly all of the awkwardness from before instantly disappeared.

As far as boyfriends went, he was a pretty devoted one. Not on the same scale as Ethan the superdad or Travis the romantic, but Nate definitely made the effot in his own way. For them it worked, and that was all that really mattered to him. The simple gestures were what he did best, and a random visit was one of those. Plus he had churros, tucked under his arm in a paper bag, and still warm. Stolen from under Levi's nose, too - food was always welcome. His little reverie was interrupted by a low rumble that for once wasn't eminating from his stomach, and he heard the raindrops hitting the ground before he felt them, though that happened within seconds too. The light pitter-patter was getting noticebly heavier, and without really thinking about it Nate broke into a jog, feet slapping rythmically on the pavement as he made for shelter. Not that there was any around anyway. He did wonder why he was running for a second, considering the fact that he didn't really mind getting wet. And didn't some scientists prove that you got less wet walking? Yeah, he should stop watching so much daytime tv.

Turning a corner, he passed a grocery store but carried on, not realising that it might actually be a decent place to stop until the rain cleared, surely it would only be a quick downpour and nothing too big. He turned and pelted back to the shop, bursting through the door like a crazy person. The man behind the counter was shooting him a funny look, the kind that said 'buy something or get out', so Nate wandered away and pretended to look interested until something caught his eye for real. Surprisingly it wasn't an item of food, like everyone always expected of him, but a stand tucked away in the far corner of the room, with a few different types of flowers atop the counter. A smile crossed his face as he paid, and then stepped out into the street again. The rain was lighter again so instead of running again he eased into a brisk walk once more, his long legs carrying him effortlessly until a familiar building loomed in front of him, then he walked just a little faster, a sudden eagerness to get there spurring him on.

He could hardly see for the rainwater in his eyes, he was forced to bring his arm up to wipe his face, the bag of churros still clasped in his hand, having survived the downpour pretty well. It served him right for walking in the rain really, what else could you expect? And then through the sheet of rain that was stil falling his eyes registered something out of the ordinary, some colour amongst the grey of the parking lot. And when he realised what it was a smile crept onto his face. Not the full fledged trademark crooked grin, but it was definitely there, he just couldn't help it. A couple more steps took him right up to the door where Zeppi was stood, and instead of saying anything he carried on smiling, holding both hands out in front of him, the bag in one hand and a sunflower in the other, his mystery purchase. In any other situation Nate would probably just have given her a hug and a kiss but he was dripping wet after his little walk, so it probably wasn't a great thing to do. "Surprise?" He only managed to keep a straight face for about a second before he started to laugh softly, finding it hard to take himself at all seriously looking as he was right now.

STATUS, done
TAGS, SJ AS ZEPPELIN CAESAR :O
WORDS, 1013
MUSIC, james morrison, win
CREDITS, mine tyvm
NOTES, like i said, okay to lame. but omg zate :)

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