Post by Langston Louis on Jun 28, 2009 21:14:16 GMT -5
LANGSTON LOUIS, REALLY!?
Hello! My name’s, well, I’m not gonna tell you. But you can call me Ron, among many other various names and nicknames that you’ll formulate for me. I’ve been around this block fifteen times, tripping and skipping and causing a ruckus. Saw this town two and a half times and finally decided to drop by. It’s kinda nice. I might just stick around a while.
Hello! My name’s, well, I’m not gonna tell you. But you can call me Ron, among many other various names and nicknames that you’ll formulate for me. I’ve been around this block fifteen times, tripping and skipping and causing a ruckus. Saw this town two and a half times and finally decided to drop by. It’s kinda nice. I might just stick around a while.
What’s your name again!?
full name!?
Langston Nicolette Louis
nickname!?
Lenny (play off of Lanny)
age!?
Twenty
gender!?
Female
sexual orientation!?
Straight
grade!?
University Sophomore
They say that you look like who!?
hair color!?
It’s very easy to pick Langston out in a crowd; all you have to do is stand on your tip toes and look for a shock of auburn curls that falls just past her shoulders.
eye color!?
With red hair comes green eyes. This university student has stunning green eyes, flecked strongly with gold and various other shades of green, the end result being that of a feline quality.
physique!?
This girl is your average height. She’s not model tall, nor midget short, just your average five feet six inches tall. Like all girls, this redhead has curves. Hers aren’t as noticeable as some of her fellow CU student’s, but they’re still there in her narrow hips and small chest. The only way she’d have a perfect hourglass figure would be if she had a waist the size of doughnut. But she doesn’t; she has a little bit of weight on her, enough so that you can’t see her ribs poking grotesquely out of her pale, freckled sides but still skinny enough that she isn’t unhealthy.
fashion sense!?
Langston likes to stand out. She likes bright, daring colors, or fashions that people don’t think would work on them but that she can miraculously pull off. She’s really into short dresses and boots of some sort in winter and long sleeves in summer. She likes to joke that her system is messed up and that heat doesn’t affect her one way or the other, though she’d never admit that it does.
play by!?
Emma Stone
Why does that scare you!?
likes!?
1. Leather. The idea that a cow died doesn’t affect her because the leather just looks so fashionable and badass.
2. Crime dramas. Shows like CSI, NCIS, Law and Order are what essentially propelled Langston toward her choice to be a forensic scientist.
3. Pet-type animals. Animals like dogs or cats or hamsters or even the occasional snake work their way into this girl’s heart. She’s the type of person who’ll crouch down and let a dog lick her face and giggle the entire time, or who’ll stretch out on the couch and pick the cat up and place it on her stomach to save it the effort of jumping up.
4. Laughing. Langston loves to laugh, and laughs quite easily too. One of her friends pulling a stupid face is enough to make her burst out giggling in the middle of class.
5. Citrus. Whether it be the taste, the smell, or the look, this girl adores citrus. In her dorm there’s always a bowl of oranges ready for a snack, and bottles of orange or lemon or lime body spray that’s strong enough to be noticed but subtle enough to make you think that it’s just the wind.
dislikes!?
1. Stuttering. When she gets really nervous- which, albeit, isn’t often- she stutters. It makes her sound like a five year old who still can’t talk correctly.
2. Most forms of pork. Even if it is the other white meat- and Langston can’t stand dark meat- she can’t tolerate pork unless it’s in one of it’s breakfast forms of sausage or bacon.
3. Superstitious nut jobs. “It’s just a black cat, for Christ’s sake! Keep waking and get over it.”
4. Rap music. A lover of most music styles, rap just vexes this redhead. There’s virtually no point behind it in her mind, and alternative or rock is just a much better use of her eardrums.
5. Slow internet. When actually doing her homework, Langston spends most of her time doing research on her own personal laptop because the school’s library computers are always taken. When her internet wigs out or decides to take forever, she goes insane because patience is a virtue she’s yet to grasp.
strengths!?
1. Dealing with death and blood. Never one to be squeamish, Langston has no problem dissecting frogs and dealing with guts and organs, or seeing someone’s head bashed in and oozing the fake TV blood that looks real.
2. Science. Langston was always the more rational one in her family, dealing with the facts that she could see rather than what books told her to believe. Science it perfect for her because it’s based around solely what you can observe.
3. Individuality. Langston is one of those people that others look up to because she’s not afraid to do what she wants, even at the risk of getting in trouble or being called weird. She knows who she is, and she isn’t afraid to show it.
weaknesses!?
1. Dairy. Langston is lactose intolerant- not so bad that it will kill her if she consumes any, but enough that she’ll surely be sick later. She just can’t resist treats like ice cream or cheese.
2. Accents. Any accent -British, Australian, Jersey, doesn't matter- makes her go weak in the knees. She just loves how you can tell where someone's from just by how they talk.
3. The English language. Despite having parents who were fanatics about the subject, going as far as naming all of their kids after some famous author, she just can't grasp an interest. She's enjoys reading, but she couldn't care less about the themes in the book or the literary devices or how the wording is that way to make her feel a certain way.
fears!?
1. Being controlled unto the point of submission; now that she’s found her own independence, Langston doesn’t want to lose it.
2. Camping. Too many scary movies and getting eaten by bear stories have made her wary of being outdoors at night in just a tent.
secrets!?
1. Langston absolutely hates her name. Everyone expected her to excel in English, her worst subject. She was named after Langston Hughes, for crying out loud!
2. She’s taken one of her boyfriend’s to court for stalking her, going so far as to break into her room just to be with her. Freaked her out half to death.
You did what!?
family!?
- Frieda Louis (nee McKee)
- William “Billy” Louis
- Allen “Al” Louis
- Emily Mitchell (nee Louis)
history!?
Langston has been and always will be the baby of the family. She was born seven years after her sister Emily, ten after her brother Al. Apparently, she was an accident that her English-loving parents didn’t regret. As she grew up, though, she got away with a ton of things that her siblings wouldn’t have: sticking leaves in her mouth when she was a baby, staying out late with friends when she was still little, and watching TV when her grades were only average and not outstanding. Let’s face it; her parents were getting on in age when they had her.
Believe it or not, at one point Langston looked like your average goody-two shoes. She went to church every Sunday because her parents thought it would be good for her, got perfect scores on the homework she had to be told to do numerous times, and went to bed only when her older brother picked her up and threw her into her room, closing the door after him and locking it from the outside. As she grew older, she resented her family for their various forms of torture. By the time she was officially a teenager, she was sneaking out through the window and climbing down the sycamore tree conveniently situated by the house at night. She started dating guys five years older than her by the time that she was thirteen just to piss her parents off, stealing her sisters clothes just to annoy her, telling all of her brother’s dirty secrets to his latest girlfriend (when he brought one home, that is) to mess up the possibility for the relationship to advance.
They couldn’t wait for her to leave for college so that she’d be out of their hair. The second the dorms for Courtsworth opened, they shipped her away. So now she resides at her college of choice, staying at in an apartment with a roommate during the summers so she doesn’t have to go home, studying forensic investigation and science by day and partying at Anarchy by night.
So how good are you!?
sample!?
A sigh escaped Charli, though the corners of her lips twitched up into a grin as she took a swig of the brass colored liquor. Setting the bottle down on the edge of the counter, nestled between her fingers and thigh to utilize as much of the precious chill seeping through the glass barrier and being wasting as it dissipated into the air, she leaned forward to try and catch a glimpse of him as he rounded the corner so it wouldn’t just be like bam! He’s here, in the room, with her. “It’s too late, you know,” she called back softly, seeing no reason behind his yelling in the small apartment. It wasn’t like she’d soundproofed the place. “Some old weirdo’s already just walked in.” He always complained that he was too old; for once Charli wasn’t in the mood to contradict him, though thirty was technically the new twenty.
Did that make her only sixteen? Well, that explained her terrible driving quality.
“There a beer for me?” “Always,” she admitted solemnly, wishing she were closer so she could flick him in the back of the head or something. He should know that by now. When hadn’t there been a beer for him when there was one for her? If she prided herself on one thing aside from her looks, it was her hostessmanship. Charli inwardly cringed away from Tony, half expecting him to sense that she’d just used a word that wasn’t a word and start chiding her about it, even having this sixth- or would it be seventh, for him?- sense to be able to actually know what the non-word was.
She heaved a silent sigh of relief when he merely tagged on the greeting he’d forgotten to give when he came in the door, the way most citizens of the planet earth came into someone else’s home. She’d slipped under the radar… for now, at least. Giggling, she picked up her Chinese and easily popped open the top of the carton despite the fact that they used three staples (which in Charli’s mind, was three more than they needed to use.) A swipe to grab the fork, a stab to get the chicken, and a bite to finally enjoy the gold known the world over as Chinese food. Except maybe in China, where it was just known as food. Or was it called Chinese food in China, too? Swallowing the orange chicken and then swallowing again to rid her mouth of some of the leftover tang so she could talk, she turned to Tony, head tilted slightly. “D’ya think they call Chinese food “Chinese food” in China, or do they just call it “food”?”
It was during the middle of another bite of succulent chicken that Tony decided to bring up her avoidance of him. Though, he called it hooky. Charli swallowed, jabbing the fork deep into the carton of food to ensure that it wouldn’t outweigh itself and tip out, falling to the floor with a loud clatter, and cupping both hands around the warm little pudgy square. “You make it sound like I’m a freshman who just cut your class,” she mumbled, eyes trained to the simple tile pattern on the floor or the chipped blue nail polish on her toes. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “You’re an idiot when it comes to biology, you know that right?” It came out suddenly, and a long pause followed while Charli bit her lip as a fight ensued in her mind. In one corner, the urge to wave it off, just say it was nothing and that she was just pointing out a fact. In the other, the impulse to continue the rant brewing on the tip of her tongue about letting slip the biggest hint anyone could let slip- “Nine months! How can you not see the significance in nine months!? Has it been that long since you’ve been in a health classroom?”- and just right out and tell him the whole reason her storybook perfect marriage came tumbling down.
In the end, she just turned her head and looked at him. Looked at him like she wished it was all his fault, like she wished she could hate him, like she wished he would just spontaneous know so she wouldn’t have to explain everything to make everything okay between them again. Like she wished he would go away, or hold her and tell her it was past and it was stupid and it wasn’t her fault, or just crack some idiotic, Tony-like joke that would make her laugh and call him a dumb ass and know it was all water under the bridge.
Did that make her only sixteen? Well, that explained her terrible driving quality.
“There a beer for me?” “Always,” she admitted solemnly, wishing she were closer so she could flick him in the back of the head or something. He should know that by now. When hadn’t there been a beer for him when there was one for her? If she prided herself on one thing aside from her looks, it was her hostessmanship. Charli inwardly cringed away from Tony, half expecting him to sense that she’d just used a word that wasn’t a word and start chiding her about it, even having this sixth- or would it be seventh, for him?- sense to be able to actually know what the non-word was.
She heaved a silent sigh of relief when he merely tagged on the greeting he’d forgotten to give when he came in the door, the way most citizens of the planet earth came into someone else’s home. She’d slipped under the radar… for now, at least. Giggling, she picked up her Chinese and easily popped open the top of the carton despite the fact that they used three staples (which in Charli’s mind, was three more than they needed to use.) A swipe to grab the fork, a stab to get the chicken, and a bite to finally enjoy the gold known the world over as Chinese food. Except maybe in China, where it was just known as food. Or was it called Chinese food in China, too? Swallowing the orange chicken and then swallowing again to rid her mouth of some of the leftover tang so she could talk, she turned to Tony, head tilted slightly. “D’ya think they call Chinese food “Chinese food” in China, or do they just call it “food”?”
It was during the middle of another bite of succulent chicken that Tony decided to bring up her avoidance of him. Though, he called it hooky. Charli swallowed, jabbing the fork deep into the carton of food to ensure that it wouldn’t outweigh itself and tip out, falling to the floor with a loud clatter, and cupping both hands around the warm little pudgy square. “You make it sound like I’m a freshman who just cut your class,” she mumbled, eyes trained to the simple tile pattern on the floor or the chipped blue nail polish on her toes. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “You’re an idiot when it comes to biology, you know that right?” It came out suddenly, and a long pause followed while Charli bit her lip as a fight ensued in her mind. In one corner, the urge to wave it off, just say it was nothing and that she was just pointing out a fact. In the other, the impulse to continue the rant brewing on the tip of her tongue about letting slip the biggest hint anyone could let slip- “Nine months! How can you not see the significance in nine months!? Has it been that long since you’ve been in a health classroom?”- and just right out and tell him the whole reason her storybook perfect marriage came tumbling down.
In the end, she just turned her head and looked at him. Looked at him like she wished it was all his fault, like she wished she could hate him, like she wished he would just spontaneous know so she wouldn’t have to explain everything to make everything okay between them again. Like she wished he would go away, or hold her and tell her it was past and it was stupid and it wasn’t her fault, or just crack some idiotic, Tony-like joke that would make her laugh and call him a dumb ass and know it was all water under the bridge.
