Post by jillian on Feb 13, 2010 4:45:57 GMT -5
...Thursday Willard Davenport*
*if you think we're waxworks, you ought to pay, you know*
[/size]*if you think we're waxworks, you ought to pay, you know*
...basics*
name Thursday Willard Davenport
nickname Thurs
age 17 now, 18 in March (The older Davenport twin)
gender Male
grade Senior in high school
hometown Seattle, Washington
sexuality Straight
reincarnate Tweedle Dum
...appearance*
hair color Brown and straightened, much like his brother’s
eye color Brown
build Tall and thin
height 5’ 9”
clothing style He’s stylish but not style obsessed, he mostly just wears whatever his brother tells him looks good on him.
distinctive traits Basically an exact replica of his brother, Tuesday. They also tend to finish each other’s thoughts and sentences.
...personal*
personality Even though he’s older (and he does still mention this to his brother as often as he can), Thursday finds comfort in having his brother around. When he’s alone, he just doesn’t know what to do with himself.
But when he is with his brother, madness if likely to ensue. I mean, they are Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
past (Stolen from Tuesday Davenport’s application)
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 Tuesday Davenport’s application)
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 one 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 parentless. 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 His brother
Pulling pranks
Art
Parties
Organized chaos
Talking
Dancing, actually (not the dance you’re thinking about, he just kind of likes jumping around)
Poems that rhyme
The idea of insanity
Loud noises
dislikes Being alone
Sitting still
Total silence/ not being able to talk
Being ignored
Being hungry
Losing things
Forgetting what he was going to say
other notes Um... nothing, I guess?
...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 Jill
age -cough-
gender Not a boy
rp experience Some (Neopets+STS)
how you found ouac Through lovely STS
rp sample (Taken from my character Seaton on STS)
"You...you...LIAR!"
Seaton stumbled back into his desk as Nikki's hand made contact with his face, the loud crack cutting through his room like a knife. Clutching his cheek tenderly, he stared back at Nikki, his mouth hanging open.
Seaton was usually used to slaps. Hell, he'd been slapped so many times he'd lost count. The slap was an essential part of his relationships. First they hugged, then they kissed, then they screwed, and then he got slapped. It was just part of the cycle. But something about the way Nikki slapped him was unnatural, like the pain spread throughout his entire body instead of stopping on his cheek. No, this wasn't right. He didn't want her to be mad at him. He just wanted to hug her close and tell her he loved her again. That was the Nikki he needed.
Taking an awkward step forward, he stretched his arms out slightly, as if to hug her. "Nikki. Plea--"
"Seaton... Seaton...why?"
Her question made him fall back against his desk, his face confused. Why? She wanted to know why? None of the other girls had ever asked him that question before. He would have almost preferred another slap. What was he supposed to tell her? That he was actually a raging satyriasis who was only with her for the sex? No, he could tell her that. For one, he knew she wouldn't like it. And two, he actually cared about what she thought of him. He wanted her to like him! He couldn't deal with not being with her anymore.
But before he could reply, he suddenly remembered Audrey was in the room as well.
Shit. This was really, really bad.
Cringing as he caught sight of her flaming eyes, he raised his just under his face, ready for the second slap that was sure to come. But instead, Audrey flew across the room towards Nikki. Realizing what was about to happen, Seaton took another step forward. "Wait! Audrey! Don't do--"
But it was too late. She had already reached Nikki and spun her around, gasping as she recognized her.
Wait. Whoa. Recognized her?!
This was bad. This was really, really bad. Seaton knew how to deal with two girls against him, but when the two girls were friends, things turned complicated fast. Sending another worried hand through his hair, he waited for Nikki's reaction, ready for any stray slaps that time.
