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NAME: alexis
AGE: 15
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the character ;;
PICTURE:
NAME: Emily Jordan Osment
AGE: 18
Page One//
Most people think they know me, but they really don't. They wouldn't know that I write down every thought in a worn old journal. It's filled with rambling paragraphs about what I'm feeling, what's going on in my life. It contains the start of all my songs, half the lines are scratched out and the paper is worn in some places from being erased too hard. There are even a few pictures hastily taped inside, put there quickly after being taken almost as if I thought that the faster I put the picture there the closer I'd feel to the memory when I ran my finger over the pages again. I'm going to start a new journal this month because I reached the end of my previous one. I plan to write something, anything really, a day. This journal will be my brain put on paper, pretty much, and you've received the honor to step inside. Well, I do not know why I always refer to a person, a reader, in my journal entries because if I have my way, no one will be reading this anytime soon.
Well since most people don't know me, the real me, let me tell 'you' about myself.
I'm Emily. Emily Osment. But I prefer Emily, or Em, or any possible nickname you can manage to come up with from Emily. I'm eighteen years old, but I've been told I seem older. I have an older brother, most of you probably know him as the 'I see dead people' boy. But don't ever say that to his face. 'Dead people boy' has a name, Haley Joel. I have a wonderful father, Michael, and a loving mother, Theresa.
I'm an actress-slash-singer-slash-songwriter here in good-old-hollywood. I'm best known for my role as Hannah Montana/Miley Stewart's best friend, Lily (if you can even remember her name). It may seem like I'm resentful about my role, but I am not, at all. I love the HM cast very dearly. I've gained best friends and lasting relationships. I also seemed to find a bit more about myself there. Miley and Mitchell are the ones that can always make me smile, laugh so hard I snort, and cheer me up. They're the best I could ever ask for. But as the show comes to an end and most of us have started to make a name for ourselves we've begun to drift apart. It's during these times that I turned to my trusty journal the most, reading and rereading past entries about the crazy stuff we did and staring at every picture together until I memorized every detail. As you can see Hannah Montana Forever was quite a misnomer.
I love singing just as much as I love acting, and if I'm being completely honest, even a little bit more. I've released a couple of singles and albums. I just enjoy singing and most of my song lyrics come from sitting up at two in the morning drinking a cup of hot coco just humming to myself. My father says I can do this because I am actually a hidden poet and that when I was younger I went through a period of wanting to be a writer or poet because my poem was hung up on the board in the class room. I was in second grade and the poem was a haiku. I wrote it about my dog. "My dog has black spots/ he likes to sleep all day long/ His name is Spotty". Pretty quality poem I must say, no wonder I wanted to be a poet who drank coffee and recited their work in smoky lounges. Actually this dream is pretty much the same except I want to play my acoustic guitar, on a black stool with the paint slightly chipping off, in front of a crowd that seems engrossed only in their coffee. I'll start to play, an original of course, and by the end of the song the cappuccinos will be forgotten. I want to play in that setting, being completely anonymous where I can shine on my very own.
Questions about my love life are always inevitable so I might as well talk about that here as well. My love life, or lack thereof to be more accurate, is mostly private. You don't exactly see my name gracing the covers of the latest gossip magazine or flashing in the headlines of the quickest celeb-gossip websites. Some of my inspiration for songs comes from a complicated relationship from a long time ago. The rest of it, however, is just based on what I would want to experience in a relationship, or what I think would happen to me in a relationship. Sometimes I even write a song that is completely separated from myself, I come up with a story line for the situation and why the girl would be feeling what she is. But those stories are only written in that journal and again, no one knows.
I'm pretty sure I've covered all the usual interview questions, but I've certainly deviated from my usual interview answers. New journal, be good to me like my previous one, hold all my secrets, listen to all my thoughts, and record all my dreams.
Page Twenty-nine//
Always in someone else's shadow.
It's how I've always felt. There's no other way to say it, try to soften it a little. Between my award winning brother and always just a co-star on Hannah Montana, there's always someone bigger and better than me. What most people wouldn't understand is that I've grown used to the living in a shadow, in fact I've almost begun to like it.
For some people it is 'cold' here in the shadows, but not for me. I'm perfectly fine hiding here, not having to worry twenty-four/seven like some of my friends. I can do almost anything I want because almost ninety-nine percent of the time someone else's name will have a bigger story to write about. And I'm perfectly fine about that.
And maybe part of the reason I don't mind the shadows so much is that I actually, deep down, want someone to try to figure out exactly who this Emily Jordan Osment is, not only who she is on the outside but everything thing that she is on the inside too. Unrealistic, right? I know, I know. I'll probably remain an uncovered mystery forever.
RP EXAMPLE:
Emily slammed the journal cover shut. She firmly slapped the pen on top of it. Frustrated she sighed and raked her hand through her wavy, blonde hair. Sometimes she couldn't explain emotions she felt and they could only be relieved in the secrecy of her journal. But today something was just... off. She didn't know why she felt like this.
Emily stood up and walked away from the desk after pushing the journal in the drawer and shoving it shut. She flopped down on her bed and looked up at the ceiling. She wasn't doing anything today and planned to just stay inside the house all day. Rain drops plopped on her window. She reached down and pulled up her guitar from the floor, mindlessly she plucked a few chords. She hummed while her mind wandered. First the feelings came, then a story formed, finally the lyrics began to emerge. She stopped playing only long enough to reach over and grab the journal out of the drawer along with the pen. And her usual process of the words pouring from her mind to the paper began.
This is my first attempt to try to join a rp on lj, so hopefully I didn't suck too much. If I have any problems with my app please tell me~