Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 1:56 am
Sending bio and sample post for Isabel 
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Roswell, written the way it ought to be....
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A Wish in Time- ADULT/AU/CC/UC *Starting*
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 1:51 pm
bump
Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:27 pm
I'm fine with it.
Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:10 pm
Come on peoples
Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:43 am
~Bump!~ 
Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:33 am
Fine by me 
Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:48 am
I could try rpg'ing Alex but I don't know when I have time for a sample post
Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 3:59 am
OOC-Can we start this Ali,now that Trude is going to play Alex?
Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 4:08 am
Cool
Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 9:24 pm
*Maria*
I've spent my entire shoe budget for the month in just one day. Lovingly gazing at the sack in my hand I beam with pride at my new purchase. A twinge of guilt threatens to surface ,but I urgently force it down. Oh come on! I just had to have these lime green Monolo Blonicks with the 6 inch spike heels. At the price I got them at It was practically a steal. Okay, so I have a problem. I admit it. A designer shoe addiction. Still, I’m going to look smoking at the club tonight.
Feeling very fashion forward I remember that I have the perfect sequined flapper style dress to go with these. Smiling to myself I suddenly realize. I’m not like other girls. Most women buy shoes to go with their outfits not the other way around. Oh well. I never claimed to be ordinary. A sneer replaces my giddiness when I realize Mr. Evans will probably have some snippy comment about my brand new foot wear. He always makes fun of shoes. He says it looks like I’m walking on stilts.
Well, at a petite 5 ft 3 All I can say is the higher the better. I don’t like feeling intimidated and heels give me the edge to stare down those who may attempt to get in my way. Unfortunately they don’t make them high enough to look eye to eye with that Jackass. I attempt to rid myself of thoughts of him ,but they always return. It’s just because he annoys me to no end. Thinks he knows everything just because he’s a bit wealthy, handsome, and educated.
Someone should take him down a notch. I’m currently auditioning for that position. He’d better be glad he’s Izzie’s brother or we would have had it out a long time ago. Turning to Isabel I am about to compliment her on those fabulous earrings when something catches my eye. Narrowing my eyebrows in confusion I take a closer look. Is that….? Pointing to the tiny brunette I voice my concerns. “What’s Liz doing here?”
Tilting my head to the side I attempt in vain to figure out why in the world my best friend and obsessive compulsive roommate is asleep on a park bench.
I've spent my entire shoe budget for the month in just one day. Lovingly gazing at the sack in my hand I beam with pride at my new purchase. A twinge of guilt threatens to surface ,but I urgently force it down. Oh come on! I just had to have these lime green Monolo Blonicks with the 6 inch spike heels. At the price I got them at It was practically a steal. Okay, so I have a problem. I admit it. A designer shoe addiction. Still, I’m going to look smoking at the club tonight.
Feeling very fashion forward I remember that I have the perfect sequined flapper style dress to go with these. Smiling to myself I suddenly realize. I’m not like other girls. Most women buy shoes to go with their outfits not the other way around. Oh well. I never claimed to be ordinary. A sneer replaces my giddiness when I realize Mr. Evans will probably have some snippy comment about my brand new foot wear. He always makes fun of shoes. He says it looks like I’m walking on stilts.
Well, at a petite 5 ft 3 All I can say is the higher the better. I don’t like feeling intimidated and heels give me the edge to stare down those who may attempt to get in my way. Unfortunately they don’t make them high enough to look eye to eye with that Jackass. I attempt to rid myself of thoughts of him ,but they always return. It’s just because he annoys me to no end. Thinks he knows everything just because he’s a bit wealthy, handsome, and educated.
Someone should take him down a notch. I’m currently auditioning for that position. He’d better be glad he’s Izzie’s brother or we would have had it out a long time ago. Turning to Isabel I am about to compliment her on those fabulous earrings when something catches my eye. Narrowing my eyebrows in confusion I take a closer look. Is that….? Pointing to the tiny brunette I voice my concerns. “What’s Liz doing here?”
Tilting my head to the side I attempt in vain to figure out why in the world my best friend and obsessive compulsive roommate is asleep on a park bench.