sugarplumfairy100
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Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 24, 2006 9:12:24 GMT -5
Name: Molly Ann Sharpe Age: 20 Occupation back home: Student at University. Appearance: Avril Lavigne |m|. I have my nose pierced, and my ears pierced twice.  Nationality: English Residence: The Island. Skills: I appear sweet and innocent, so I guess this is a skill. I've been told that I'm manipulative, deceptive, and a very good liar. I'm a logical thinker, intelligent, and I can speak fluent German. I'm also good at climbing, fishing, running, and getting out of dangerous situations. I'm the type of person who knows who to get on side, and who not to piss off, but I do make the odd mistake. I'm likely to take a back seat and work out the situation before making myself heard. I'm strong, but I know when to walk (or run) away from a fight. I know basic first aid, self defence, how to survive on my own and how to fish. Weaknesses/bad habits: Guilt, curiousity, bottling up my emotions, and then when it gets too much, I explode. Frequent moods/expressions: Sarcastic, kind and friendly to certain people, jittery and snappy when asked about her life before the crash. Occasionally happy, but more often than not, it's hard too read my mood just by looking at me. Reason for flight: What's this, the Spanish Inquisition ? You don't need to know that, Cherub. Item from wreckage: My suitcase.
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LostLuverJemmz
Hunting Boar
Nothing is always something plg%%Sun Kwon, Jemima Lynette, Alistair Jones (AJ), Cindy, Camilla %%
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Post by LostLuverJemmz on Aug 31, 2006 7:36:34 GMT -5
My character, like me, lives in Germany so maybe they can have a coversation on that. :-)
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Ashlee Stone
Hiking to Higher Ground
.x.Unpredictable.x.plg%%Ashlee Stone%%
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Post by Ashlee Stone on Aug 31, 2006 8:33:48 GMT -5
Look forward to it, Jemma  |
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Natz
Found Kate's Mugshot
Charlie&Claire foreverplg%%Natz, Danielle, Sakura,Libby,Chris%%
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Post by Natz on Aug 31, 2006 10:15:41 GMT -5
Nice bio. Check mine out plz. Natalie Thom.
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pearl
Having An Athma Attack
"I could use some therapy" plg%%Sarah & Aaron Parker%%
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Post by pearl on Sept 2, 2006 7:41:42 GMT -5
Two german speaking losties *g* Nice, I can speak german fluently too  Also my RPG Character is not from Germany my real one is ... |
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sugarplumfairy100
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Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Sept 22, 2006 15:15:38 GMT -5
FLASHBACK
The boxing gym smelled strongly of sweat and blood, and indeed, all of the men in there were sweating heavily. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Molly looked around for the manager, Bob.
"Excuse me, where's the manager?" Molly asked politely to a rather good looking teenage boy. He smirked at her.
"Pony club's up the road. Go look a' clouds, lil one," he replied, his strong Cockney accent making the others around him laugh.
"What you want, kid? This ain' no pony club," a large man, in a tracksuit bounced over to her, his hair and beard were in need of a trim, and he smelled tobacco. He had a gold ring on his thick finger, and he frowned coldly at her.
"So i've noticed. I want- I need- to learn to fight,"
"Come off it, kid. You're what, thirteen?"
"Fourteen,"
"Same difference. Answer's no. You're just a silly little girl. I train proper fighter's girl. One punch off them, and you'd be knocked out cold,"
"I'm stronger than I look,"
"Why'd you want to fight? Fighting's not the best way,"
Molly pulled back the sleeves of her top. Bruises and cuts covered them. She winced as she did so, her wrist hurting. Instantly, the man's face softened.
"You can't start until you're fit. You need stamina, kid. Get an hour of jogging in before school every day and night, and I'll train you. You gotta get permission, though,"
"I won't need it," Molly said. He nodded, frowning slightly. She turned to leave.
"Hey Blondie! Get some more meat on you, you're skin and bone!"
Molly smiled, and walked out.
FLASHBACK ENDS
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Post by Bella on Sept 22, 2006 15:18:58 GMT -5
Hehehe Pony Club...makes me think of a certain pair of friends who went to our primary  I say nothing... Very good flashback  |
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sugarplumfairy100
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Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Sept 22, 2006 15:24:56 GMT -5
LMAO! and thanks
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Post by Bella on Sept 22, 2006 15:26:22 GMT -5
No problem.
I havn't heard about Taffy for a while now...it's probably called: The Anti-Christ or Mother Fucker from Hell. Poor stuffed dog.
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LostLuverJemmz
Hunting Boar
Nothing is always something plg%%Sun Kwon, Jemima Lynette, Alistair Jones (AJ), Cindy, Camilla %%
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Post by LostLuverJemmz on Sept 22, 2006 15:29:52 GMT -5
I reckon Molly couls take that guy!
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sugarplumfairy100
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Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Sept 22, 2006 15:32:48 GMT -5
ROTFLOL! I HATED that dog! I always used to screw it up when she wasn't looking Stupid dog...*shudders* And thanks LostLuverJemmz, i reckon she could too |
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Post by ana on Sept 22, 2006 15:35:57 GMT -5
Ass kicking Molly Ann Sharpe Someone's gonna get a whoopin'! |
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Post by Bella on Sept 22, 2006 15:37:54 GMT -5
And the scary thing is, in real life she probably would get into a fight that threatened her with ponies or stuffed dogs. But that's why i love her |
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 1, 2006 3:23:57 GMT -5
Oooh, great flashback! I can't wait to find out who's going to get a well deserved thrashing!
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Ashlee Stone
Hiking to Higher Ground
.x.Unpredictable.x.plg%%Ashlee Stone%%
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Post by Ashlee Stone on Oct 4, 2006 12:02:39 GMT -5
FLASHBACK
Molly sat in her bedroom, finishing off the History coursework she'd be assigned.She glanced at the clock on her desk: 4:30pm. She grabbed her duffel bag, shoved her books under her bed, the only safe place in the house, and started walking down the stairs, when something made her stop dead in her tracks. A bottle, smashing against a wall. Her heart dropped, and she clutched the bannister, swaying dangerously. The bruises on her wrists hadn't yet gone.
"YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD!"
He was drunk. In a flash, she had reached the front door, her fingers slipping as she desparately tried to undo the latch, glancing over her shoulder in a blind panic, she saw him coming towards her, arms outstretched. She became more frantic. He pulled at her, grabbing her coat and pulling her hair. The pain was excruciating. Her foot swung out of no where, and he let go with a grunt of pain. With a wrench, the door opened, and Molly tumbled down the steps, and ran, faster than she'd ever ran in her life.
"MOLLY! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR FATHER?!"
Her mother. Her stupid, foolish mother, oblivious to the beatings. It wasn't his fault, was it? Not his fault he was the lowest form of scum.
"Slow down, kid! Oh, it's you, Blondeh. Whatcha doin' runnin' for?"
It was the Cockeny. Molly slowed, breathing heavily.
"Gym," she said.
"It ent that special, Blondeh," he narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked over to her, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Come on 'en. Le's not wait for the grass ter grow,"
He gave her a tiny push, and began walking briskly to the gym. Molly was under the impression that he didn't want to be seen with her, but when a swarm of people from the bus enclosed around her, his cockney accent yelled through the air, trying to find where she was. As soon as they reached the gym, he walked off to the changing rooms, leaving Molly all alone.
"Blondeh, go get changed in the bogs. Fuck sake, you don' need someone ter hold ye hand, do you?" the cockney snapped, poking his head round the door.
FLASHBACK ENDS
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 6, 2006 3:36:59 GMT -5
Oh man, I can't wait for Molly to really kick his ass.
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Post by JINX on Oct 21, 2006 3:51:49 GMT -5
Just one thing.... WHOOOOOOOOOO!
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I say nothing...
