Post by kate2 on Feb 11, 2010 11:37:24 GMT -5
...tuesday wells davenport*
*contrariwise , if you think we're alive you ought to speak to us*
[/size]*contrariwise , if you think we're alive you ought to speak to us*
...basics*
name Tuesday Wells Davenport
nickname Tues, Two, Twin, Dee
age 17 going on 18 in March! (The younger of the Davenport twins)
gender Male
grade Senior in high school
hometown Seattle, Washington
sexuality Straight
reincarnate Tweedle Dee
...appearance*
hair color brown and straight, obviously styled
eye color dark brown
build light
height 5'9"
clothing style Hipster/fashionable. Tuesday likes to look nice and pays attention to current and upcoming trends. He likes clothes. A lot.
distinctive traits 100% identical to his twin, not a freckle difference between them. Also, he and Thursday have this annoying little habit of finishing each others thoughts and sentences.
...personal*
personality Tuesday is relatively uncomplicated. There's only a few basic elements to him that make understanding how his head works easy: He likes fun, he likes mischief, and he likes to combine the two.
He's artistic and creative, not like the hippy-dippy kind, but just really into his work when he wants to be. He's completely loyal to his brother so much it's ridiculous, and they're so close he could swear he can read Thursday's mind.
Tuesday is having a bit of a hard time adjusting to his dorm without his brother, as this is the first time they've ever actually had to spend away from each other. Even if they spend as little time in their dorms as possible, it was still... weird. Like a physical strain.
He's fun-loving and clamoring for negative of positive attention, come what may. Pretty easy to figure out: just think of a guy who's getting his first taste of freedom.
past (Stolen from Thursday's app)
Davenport just sounds like a regal sort of name, doesn't it? Well, it's for good reason. The Davenports are very regal people, Seattle's finest. Conservative and proper to a fault, the Davenports wanted the best of the best, in all parts of their family's life. The best furniture, the best cars, the best clothes. The best sons.
Tuesday and his older twin brother, Thursday, were born into a strict household with strict parents and relatives. Their childhood was filled with only acceptable pastimes, like learning to read and write, play organized sports and learn art. They were enrolled into a prissy little preschool where, not sure what to make of the rules of the place, they floundered. Their parents kept them under close surveillance, ruled their activities with an iron fist, even kept them on a strict but healthy diet. It was surprising they left them room to breathe. But the twins' parents only wanted what was best for them, and this was how they thought they ought to raise their children. Truthfully, they couldn't be blamed.
Of course, no child is going to tolerate that sort of vice-like control for long, let alone two with the near exact same thought process. The twins had only each other to turn to in the most frustrating times, and they grew extremely close. Eventually the two hit elementary school, where they refused to be separated from each other. Their parents arranged it with the school that they should have all the same classes together. They found their sons got a touch out of control if they were apart for too long.
Once away from their parents, Tuesday and Thursday took advantage of their freedom to explore their actual personalities. Turns out they like to prank.
Oh, those mischievous little scamps got into all kinds of trouble. They'd been to the principal's office more times than they could count, but they were always together. This happy little trait followed them into middle school, and eventually into high school as well.
Their pranks got mixed reviews. Some kids found them absolutely hilarious (come on, pranking twins? What's not to love?) while others couldn't stand their immaturity. But they didn't mind, they loved the attention, be it for good or ill. And they got a lot of both kinds.
Obviously, their parents were not happy with this. They threatened them with therapy, boot camp, separation, but nothing worked. If anything, it made the twins more convinced that pranking was a way to get back at their controlling parents, and steadily their jokes increased in scale. Instead of petty thrills, they wre starting to get into vandalism and such. More trips the principal's, harder punishments from their parents... And the twins had made up their minds.
They wanted to get expelled from their Seattle High School in the best way possible.
A week of trouble making seemed appropriate.
Every other day of the week, actually, strategically leaving off "Tuesday" and "Thursday."
Monday: A pretty tame day. They released crickets into all of the classrooms early in the morning (around 4 am), where the crickets promptly hid in dark corners. Come the beginning of the school day, no one could explain that mysterious chirping...
Wednesday: Bit more extreme. They emptied sack upon sack of powdered cocoa mix and marshmallows into the school's heated pool. That one was fun AND they didn't have to swim that day.
Friday: Their crowning achievement, and the one time they made sure their faces were caught on camera. The twins broke into their school, backpacks full of spray paint. Across the lockers in the junior hallway (their class that year), they spray-painted a mural of the Tulgey Wood from Alice in Wonderland, complete with grinning Cheshire Cat and funny little Wonderland creatures. On the last locker was a cryptic little message:Don't step on the momeraths!
AKA "HEY MOM AND DAD. YOU SHOULD STOP SMOTHERING US. <3, YOUR SONS."
And, quite frankly, the mural was pretty good. Really good, actually. It was creepy and haunting and surprisingly graceful-looking. Guess those art lessons came in handy.
Long story short, the twins definitely got expelled, and their parents paid the damages. The twins got what they wanted, and their parents were shipping them to a whole 'nother state. How cool was that?
present (Partially stolen from Thursday's app)
They ended up in New York, at the Frank L. Baum boarding school as their parents thought maybe that would straighten them out.
Yeah, okay.
Once they got a taste for trouble making, it was hard to stop. Gathering cronies and other followers, Tuesday and Thursday started pulling even more daring pranks, on and off campus.
The twins decided they liked New York. They were pretty much free to do whatever they wanted. Pranks, parties, art classes, pranks; the list went on and on. They spent each and every moment they could with the other, as they always had. Unfortunately, that precious time was becoming less and less. Even after several trips to the higher-ups of Frank L. Baum Academy, they were unable to obtain a room to share. So, for the first time in their lives, they were forced to actually (gulp) meet new people.
Naturally, they met up whenever they could for a little bonding time, which usually included a spray painted building or bucket placed precariously over a door. So far, New York hadn’t changed them that much. They were just parent-less. Which, they had discovered, also meant that they were free of their handicaps.
And they were going to make sure that New York was completely aware of that.
likes(Totally ripped off from Thursday)
His brother
Pulling pranks
Art
Parties
Organized chaos
Talking
Live concerts
Mosh pits
Poems that rhyme
The idea of insanity
Loud noises
Loud music
dislikes Being alone
Sitting still
Total silence/ not being able to talk
Being ignored
Forgetting what he was going to say
Not having Thursday always there to finish his sentences
Big, black crows (scare the shit outta him)
Granola bars
other notes You should treat Tuesday and Thursday like one person, pretty much.
...literature*
book title Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll
backstory Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee only come up in one chapter of Through the Looking-Glass, and their main purpose is to basically distract Alice from her main task (that is, getting to the final square on the Chess Board to become Queen.) Fond of games, riddles and stories, the twins recite Alice a mixed-up poem called The Walrus and the Carpenter, and then another called "Old Father William." Alice, quite finished with their nonsense and curious manners ("That's manners!" "That's logic!"), recites them a little poem of her own.
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.
The poetic battle ensues exactly like the poem, with Alice being chased off by the monstrous crow and then runs into the White Knight in the next chapter.
...roleplayer*
name Kate
age Almost 18~
gender La femme
rp experience About 7 years. Neopets, Solemnly Swear, Solemnly Swear 3, Toujours Pur, Shoulder The Sky, Project Wonderland, 365/2 Days, It's A Small Town and now Once Upon A City
how you found ouac According to the credits, I'm its coding goddess.
rp sample Taken from Josh Hanover on Shoulder The Sky
this is the part where you forgive me [rachel]Josh sat heavily on one of the swings of the kiddie playground, school having just been let out maybe 20 minutes ago. He gripped the chains loosely, his head hanging down dismally as kids screamed and raced and laughed and played all around him. It was really a pretty cheery atmosphere, but Josh was feeling... what was this? Guilt? Remorse? He and Rachel weren't even officially a "thing" yet, and already he felt like he'd cheated on her. Carly, that two-timing (really attractive) bitch had successfully sabotaged Scarlett's reputation, but boosted Josh's rep as a player.
And he didn't think Rachel enjoyed the "player" types.
But Rachel was probably the only girl he had real feelings for. Yeah, he liked to fool around, like a lot, but those flings were meaningless. Most times he couldn't remember the girl's name afterwards. Or sometimes during. And that was something he knew no girl appreciated, let alone the one girl he was trying to impress.
Moms rushed after their kids, trying to wipe off jelly from their lips, or fit their arms through the sleeves of their jackets. Josh smiled slightly. He didn't mind kids really, though it was more of a tolerance than an actual "like." Still, he figured the happy vibes coming from the playground might loosen Rachel up a little. He hoped.
Had she even gotten the note he slipped into her locker? Or what if she had, and she ignored it? Josh started to play the different scenarios in his mind, picturing mostly the worst outcomes.
God, how had Rachel so quickly taken over every part of his brain? She probably didn't even feel the same way, with his luck. At least, that's what it seemed like in their last class together, music theatre. If things continued this way... Well. Josh was sort of at a loss.
Adjusting his jacket a little, and flipping through songs on his iPod, Josh waited. Every few moments he'd look up from his swing, hoping to see Rachel walking towards him. The suspense was killing him. He had to put things right...
