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sweeeeeet
yaaay
I'm still here, btw!
I'm still here, btw!
yaaaaas, Jeremy is awesome (Seamus too, LOVE that we have the token nerd!). punk-rawk babe! hopefully we can snag another female counselor before the fun starts.
@horrordaily do you plan on having a counselor character? or are you going to control Jason/NPCs/etc?
@horrordaily do you plan on having a counselor character? or are you going to control Jason/NPCs/etc?
re-posting here for archival purposes :P
Amy Cunningham
20
Female
A Reagan-child coping the only way she knows how: smoking joints and crushing beers.
Amy coasted breezily through the hierarchy of SoCal's public school system as a bombshell blonde with an unplaceable confidence, landing unconventionally somewhere between the rich kids, the surfers/skaters, and the punks. Her style always crossed clique-thresholds, dressing partly like a yuppie chick with just enough rebellion and punk aesthetic to start the next trend. She was the girl you wanted at your party if you wanted it to be a good time, she was the the only girl at Carver High that could skate a pool, and she wasn't afraid to bust your nose in the pit if it came to it. Amy was cool for reasons that the guys understood but the other girls just couldn't get, not that they spent their time trying to figure her out (that would take away from time spent fawning over Luke & Bo Duke).
Born to a single mother who's second-half hit the trail before even her second trimester, Amy always gravitated towards the boys in school. She found a better peer match in the rowdy, and testosterone filled than the too-fluffy haired mini-women that stayed locked in daddy's mansion, curling their hair and flipping through teen-mags they stole from their older sisters. They taught her how to skate, roll a joint, surf, and shotgun a beer. By high school the girls she had ignored were interested in the boys she would hang with. She had become the most legendary wingman and could skate well enough to warrant a few groupies herself. The guys loved her. The girls loved her, but more importantly they hated her.
A few years after high school her mother passed and she was uprooted and planted into Levittown, New York. A tiny and identical-to-the-next suburban nightmare owned by her aunt. Goodbye freedom and goodbye acting career. Hello Long Island.
Begrudgingly, she took a lead from her Aunt Lynn and applied to be a camp counselor in Crystal Lake, New Jersey. It was something to get her off Long Island for the summer. It was the "anything" or "whatever" to get out of the dreaded suburb of Levittown, and hey, in the process of leading a bunch of children to having a great summer, maybe she'd get loaded and maybe she'd get laid. It sounded like a good enough escape at the time.
Amy Cunningham
20
Female
A Reagan-child coping the only way she knows how: smoking joints and crushing beers.
Amy coasted breezily through the hierarchy of SoCal's public school system as a bombshell blonde with an unplaceable confidence, landing unconventionally somewhere between the rich kids, the surfers/skaters, and the punks. Her style always crossed clique-thresholds, dressing partly like a yuppie chick with just enough rebellion and punk aesthetic to start the next trend. She was the girl you wanted at your party if you wanted it to be a good time, she was the the only girl at Carver High that could skate a pool, and she wasn't afraid to bust your nose in the pit if it came to it. Amy was cool for reasons that the guys understood but the other girls just couldn't get, not that they spent their time trying to figure her out (that would take away from time spent fawning over Luke & Bo Duke).
Born to a single mother who's second-half hit the trail before even her second trimester, Amy always gravitated towards the boys in school. She found a better peer match in the rowdy, and testosterone filled than the too-fluffy haired mini-women that stayed locked in daddy's mansion, curling their hair and flipping through teen-mags they stole from their older sisters. They taught her how to skate, roll a joint, surf, and shotgun a beer. By high school the girls she had ignored were interested in the boys she would hang with. She had become the most legendary wingman and could skate well enough to warrant a few groupies herself. The guys loved her. The girls loved her, but more importantly they hated her.
A few years after high school her mother passed and she was uprooted and planted into Levittown, New York. A tiny and identical-to-the-next suburban nightmare owned by her aunt. Goodbye freedom and goodbye acting career. Hello Long Island.
Begrudgingly, she took a lead from her Aunt Lynn and applied to be a camp counselor in Crystal Lake, New Jersey. It was something to get her off Long Island for the summer. It was the "anything" or "whatever" to get out of the dreaded suburb of Levittown, and hey, in the process of leading a bunch of children to having a great summer, maybe she'd get loaded and maybe she'd get laid. It sounded like a good enough escape at the time.
iiiiiin! I'm afraid I've only played the first Metro though, dying to get my hands on Last Light.
how toxic would the surface be, is there potential for us to venture out?
how toxic would the surface be, is there potential for us to venture out?
so I was bored and made this
haha no worries Sara, it's always nice to hear from your fellow RPers outside of the roleplay, reaffirms that I'm actually playing with real people!
baah, where is everyone from the other thread? or people in general! I'm very eager to get this going.
baah, where is everyone from the other thread? or people in general! I'm very eager to get this going.
that's awesome. horror is definitely my favorite genre, I hear you there.
nope! early 90s hehe
nope! early 90s hehe
Jason Lives was basically Scream before Scream so it gets huge props from me, I love the quasi-parody tone.
sounds good, I'm watching Halloween III so I should be around for a few more hours before whatever I end up doing tonight. if you need help with anything thread-wise let me know. I'll be around WAY later tonight and tomorrow too.
The Final Chapter is like the quintessential Friday flick (definitely watch that one), not my favorite though.
sounds good, I'm watching Halloween III so I should be around for a few more hours before whatever I end up doing tonight. if you need help with anything thread-wise let me know. I'll be around WAY later tonight and tomorrow too.
SaraRPs said
There were to many movies to keep track of for me I just watched the first one...
The Final Chapter is like the quintessential Friday flick (definitely watch that one), not my favorite though.
horrordaily said
Before the tragedy that was New Blood. :p.
hehehe, you should name the thread Friday the 13th Part V: Homecoming and we can give the series the Part V it deserved! though I did like a good deal of that movie outside of the whole
Jason Lives might just be my favorite sequel.
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