Post by Rosaleen Tabitha Mahony on Dec 18, 2010 21:57:33 GMT -8
Name: Rosaleen Tabitha Mahony
Year: Sophmore
Age/Date of Birth: August 16, 1994
School: McKinley High
Glee Clubber?: Yes
Other Activities?: She’s old enough to work at Breadstix, right?
Sample Roleplay Post:
Rosaleen pushed her hair mess of blonde hair from her face, her big blue eyes wide as she looked up at the other Glee clubbers. “I… I don’t really know why I’m here…” Her small voice cracked slightly, like it hadn’t been used in a long time, a small hint of an Irish accent shining through. Steeling herself, she looked at the man who was auditioning her, then took a small step forward, her eyes filled with dull determination.
Closing her eyes a moment, she began to hum to get the feel of the song, her small body swaying; she scarily resembled a gypsy before a campfire. After a few beats of humming, eyes still closed, Rosy began to sing: “Trippin’ out, spinnin’ around; I’m underground, I fell down. Yea, I fell down.”
Opening her eyes, the blonde girl gave a small smile, her eyes now burning with passion. “I’m freaking out, where am I now? Upside down, and I can’t stop it now! It can’t stop me now! Oh, oh,” her voice carried through the chorus room easily as it did a large crescendo.
Year: Sophmore
Age/Date of Birth: August 16, 1994
School: McKinley High
Glee Clubber?: Yes
Other Activities?: She’s old enough to work at Breadstix, right?
Sample Roleplay Post:
Rosaleen pushed her hair mess of blonde hair from her face, her big blue eyes wide as she looked up at the other Glee clubbers. “I… I don’t really know why I’m here…” Her small voice cracked slightly, like it hadn’t been used in a long time, a small hint of an Irish accent shining through. Steeling herself, she looked at the man who was auditioning her, then took a small step forward, her eyes filled with dull determination.
Closing her eyes a moment, she began to hum to get the feel of the song, her small body swaying; she scarily resembled a gypsy before a campfire. After a few beats of humming, eyes still closed, Rosy began to sing: “Trippin’ out, spinnin’ around; I’m underground, I fell down. Yea, I fell down.”
Opening her eyes, the blonde girl gave a small smile, her eyes now burning with passion. “I’m freaking out, where am I now? Upside down, and I can’t stop it now! It can’t stop me now! Oh, oh,” her voice carried through the chorus room easily as it did a large crescendo.
