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OOC
Name: Min
Email: Emgsaucedo@Gmail.com
Something interesting about yourself: I enjoy long walks on the beach, romantic movies and... I'm very willing to listen to any type of music, so long as it has a good beat to it. Also, fishing is amazing.
IC
Character name: Mercedes Jones
Played-by: Amber Riley
Writing sample:
First Person
This isn't exactly something I'd do normally but see Mr. Schue said that it would be a good idea if us Glee kids started journals as a place to put our thoughts of the club down freely. I don't know, this all started with a Schue speech about team unity, meeting Finn, needing more members...blah blah blah. To be honest, I sort of tuned him out after hearing about the journals. Finally, a place where I can get my ideas across and talk about who I am without little Miss Argyle interupting! I sware, girl needs to get a grip on her twitching, prancing show Chihuahua need for attention and let the rest of us get some air time. Mama will not hesitate to cut somebody about this.
Anyway.
Life here in Lima, Ohio is not the best in any way but I guess it isn't bad either. We just don't have anything going for us. Some people call the ones who just stay in Lima their entire lives "Lima Losers" and I have to say, they're mostly right. But I know things are different for different people, you shouldn't just judge you know? Well, at least not all the time, sometimes judging is perfectly acceptable. But, dad stayed in Lima and he's a great dentist, mom stayed behind and she's a well paid secretary for Burges & Boyle Law. So, c'mon, Lima Loser is a bit harsh but...what am I saying? I sure as hell am not staying here after graduation. Lima Loser kid or not.
The great music scenes of L.A. and New York are just dying for someone with real talent to show up, especially after all this damn Beiber fever going on. The world needs some real soul and who am I to deny them all that this hot mama can give?
So, okay, I'm at the bottom of the social ladder now --Santana, Quinn and the rest of Ms. Sylverster's Stepford Wives make that perfectly clear to us Gleeks everyday-- but none of that matters. This girl knows she's got IT and knows how to FLAUNT it, okay? Lord knows those jocks that trash Kurt daily will be working for him someday and they'll be buying my concert tickets.
Third Person
"Daddy, I love you, really, I do, but I doubt Usher would appreciate you tearin' up his song like that. A Disney classic remake is supposed to be happy and hip, not sad and scary." Her father looked into his rear-view mirror as his youngest cringed at his last note he felt like singing. A brow raised as he chuckled dryly in his deep, barrotone of a voice. "Hardy har har. Last time I give you a ride, maybe you'd like it more on the bus with that Isreal kid," James smirked challengingly back at the young woman through the reflection in his rear view mirror as said creepy jew could be seen clumping out of the bus ahead of them. She scoffed. A silent adjustment of her side bag and a quick bang reshuffle with her hand happened before Mercedes answered the man. "Right...as if you'd let me get anywhere near that bundle of awkward diseases. Besides, this honey has her ways to get to and from places, okay?" Mercedes grinned back at her father's reflection then laughed. "Anyway, see you later daddy, thanks for the ride. Kurt'll take me home today."
She opened her door and steped out onto the curb, using the heel of her shoe to close the door. Her head popped into the car from the passanger side front window donning a stern face. "Seriously though, no more singing." With that, Mercedes took off into her usual confident stride towards the mass of bodies that rushed towards the doors of old McKinley. Shuffling her way along with the nearly countless forms moving in one large mass she made her way through the doors into her high school. Everything was pretty typical for a tuesday morning as she moved down the halls.
Santana Lopez was flinging herself at some jock, Quinn Fabray was chewing out Finn about something as the boy just looked back at her like a beaten puppy, Rachel Berry was humming loudly into her locker as a jock stalked up behind her with a large cup of cherry slushie.
Yep. Totally normal.
Mixtape song: Destiny's Child - Survivor