Post by jordan annette lovece on Jun 12, 2009 21:57:25 GMT -4
jordan annette lovece !
a reminder that creativity runs deep, like secrets
a reminder that creativity runs deep, like secrets
[/B]; seventeen.
BIRTHDAY; may 1.
SEXUALITY; straight.
PLAYED BY; becky lou filip!
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[/B]; Ted, Ace (sometimes), dresses, daisy chains, snappy comebacks, romantic comedies, her brothers' hot friends, kittens, cherry blossoms, boots, music, warm summer days, warm rain, warm things in general, fashion, vintage clothes, orange nail polish, playing pokemon on her yellow gameboy color, photography, being tickled by the right person, frozen Capri Suns, popsicles, soy milk, Chinese food, spicy food, sour candy, getting occasionally drunk (as long as her brothers don't find out), love, romance.
DISLIKES; Cold days, snow, when Ace is being immature, bitchy girls, superficial people, her brothers girlfriends, scary movies, needles, bees, being the youngest Lovece, iced coffee, the shivers, getting sick, annoying laughs, boring people, oranges, perfume, caked on makeup, the emo/goth/scene look, that the 80s are making a comeback, "hip" words/sayings, when Ace gets to pick the music in the car, when her friends drool over her brothers, celebrity gossip, milk (lactose intolerant), sugary soda, cigarettes, drugs.
OVERALL PERSONALITY; Jordan is a total sweetheart -- most of the time. She has her snarky side, but it only shows when people really get her angry. She sticks up for people who can't stand up for themselves, and is 100% loyal to those who offer their loyalty in return. She loves her brothers more than anything (well, she loves Ted more than anything, Ace... only sometimes) and is super protective over them. When Ted brings home girlfriends, she's automatically cold to them because they're usually boring and/or annoying, and she's worried about losing him. When Ace brings home girlfriends... wait, that never happens. Her and Ace fight over everything and nothing, that's just how they are. However, she's still very independent, and gets a little miffed when her brothers tell her what to do.
She's a lot like her brother Ted in the way that she's a hopeless romantic. She's a sucker for love, although she's picky when it comes to the person for her to show her affection to. (That could have something to do with Ted's numerous exgirlfriends who were just not good enough for him, plain and simple. She doesn't want him to have the luxury of telling her that her boyfriend isn't good enough either.) She's an easy person to please, all you need to give her is your time and affection. She likes hugs and kisses, and is a fan of adorable PDA (as in tickles and butterfly kisses, not make out sessions in the middle of the hallway.)
On the downside, she's totally stubborn, and often refuses to listen to the other side of an argument. When she doesn't like you, she'll automatically see the worst in you, just because. It takes a lot for her to get over her first impressions of people. She's always picking the wrong time to be sarcastic or to joke, and sometimes she's a little too honest. But all in all, she's a good girl. She's never intentionally rude to people she doesn't know, and she tries to help people as much as possible.
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Dr Theodore Aiden Lovece Jr / 46 / Doctor.
SIBLINGS;
Theodore "Ted" Lovece III / 21 / Student
Tracey "Ace" Lovece / 19 / Hobo
OTHERS; Jordan "Nana" Coehn / 67 / Professional nutcase.
HISTORY; Not much to say.
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AGE; THIS
RP EXPERIENCE; IS
TIME ZONE; SPARTA
SECRET PHRASE; !!!!!
RP SAMPLE; JORDAN SAYS D<. ACTUALLY NO HERE WE GO, BETCH.
I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO
d o n ’t ever f o r g e t
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The words “I love you” coming from Emily’s mouth were like music to his ears. Those three words were all that Ethan needed to survive – they were his lifeline now. If Emily stopped loving him, he would surely die, and that wasn’t being overdramatic. Without her, he had no will to live. As she sniffled and her tears stopped, Ethan couldn’t help but to feel a pang in his chest. He hated to see her upset. He hated that he had upset her, him and his evil, perfect sperm. Then again, he had kind of done it on purpose, not like he’d tell Emily that. Alright, he did want kids. He loved the band, but this was a new chapter of his life. They could still tour and stuff for a while, until it was necessary for the two of them to settle down and have an actual family. The last thing he wanted was for Emily to feel like she was weighing him down, so he was planning on asking her to marry him and possibly move back to Delaware. It all depended on the timing, on the context. They were in Vegas, yes, but he didn’t want to have that stereotypical, Vegas style shotgun wedding. He wanted the flowers, the 200+ party of people, the tuxes and superstitions and really tall cake. He wanted everything to be perfect, because Emily was his life now. He had made sure of that when he flushed Emily’s birth control down the toilet. That’s right, he might have lied to her a little bit… he wasn’t a complete idiot, he could read “birth control” written in big letters on the side of the container. But he was stupid enough that people would believe him when he said he fed them to the dogs after mistaking them for candy, so why not roll with it? It sounded better than “oh yeah, I lied to my girlfriend and stole her pills to get her knocked up.” Much better.
He grinned as she commented on his warmth – it might have been the byproduct of his little run, or of his body completely overheating in excitement and a little bit of fear. He was usually always cold – he had so many American Apparel and Glamour Kills jackets for this reason. Or he’d just go and hug Emily, who seemed to be a fucking heat lamp half the time. Maybe now that Ethan was the calm and collected one, their temperatures had switched roles… or maybe Emily was just cold. Oh no, she was crying again. Did she not want to keep the baby? Did he say something wrong? His worried expression was plastered on his face, his dark eyes turned down in confusion. He could have sworn that was supposed to make her happy. Didn’t the girl always want to keep the baby? Especially Emily…. Didn’t she want a family with him? Ugh, they were two little babies, blubbering on the roof of a fancy hotel with so much excitement and fun going on downstairs. At least no one else was up here to see this. He shook his head – he was man enough to cry! He was man enough to wear pink too, but that was a completely different story. “okay, Emily Elizabeth.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, hoping if she couldn’t see his face, he could cry in peace.
Oh no. She was thinking about the first time, the first time he had knocked her up. The first time he had broken her heart. He just wished he could erase that pain from her memory, because the ghost of that event haunted him every day. He wondered if he were different, braver, maybe less stubborn, if they would have kept it. He would have had to give up his rock star dreams, but it was worth it. She was worth it. If only he wasn’t a stupid little pansy back in high school, maybe their family could have already started. Okay, so that was a little fucked up – they were only sixteen then, but they could have handled it. Despite what some might have said, he had a pretty good head on his shoulders, he just had the habit of choosing to show his funny side first. “I know exactly how you feel.” Ethan said quietly. Yeah, he was the boy in the relationship, and he wasn’t supposed to care about the baby until it was born – that was the unspoken rule, right? A guy didn’t feel he was a father until he saw the child in his arms? Not Ethan, his mother had raised him right. “I want it too.” He repeated after her, running a hand through her hair to try to comfort her.
He sighed in relief. At least she wasn’t freaking out and expecting him to complete all of these psychological tests to see if he was honestly ready for fatherhood, because Ethan could feel it in his bones. He was destined for this. He was destined to live forever with Emily in a nice little pent house with a dozen little children running around causing mayhem and being the most adorable kids on the planet. He wanted that. He wanted her and her uterus to go forth and be used! His thoughts were distracted when Emily moved his hands to her stomach. He leaned back and felt at the tiny bump that was her stomach. Sadly, the little unborn child wasn’t developed enough to kick, but Ethan knew he’d have his hands on her even more now. No, not in a sexual way, although they could have sex up to the third trimester; he wanted to feel each end every developmental milestone in her belly. He wanted to put headphones on her stomach and make the kid listen to good music – you know, The Weekend Theory, old Nirvana, The Beatles. Stuff that would make this little Emily or little Ethan a musical genius, just like his dad and uncles.
He looked into her glittering eyes as she confessed her undying love for him, and although they had said plenty of I Love You’s before, this seemed different. More real. Much more powerful. And she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, she had just admitted it. They were going to have a family forever, and be like those John and Kate Plus Eight people, minus the cheating and splitting up part. They were going to be the cutest couple forever and ever. “I love you, so much. I honestly don’t know where my life would be without you. You…. God, I don’t even have the words to describe how much you mean to me.” He looked at her again, and watched her as she looked across the skyline. Normally, his gaze would follow hers, but tonight was different. He watched her face, her jawline, the little glittered trail of tears that had made its way down her porcelain cheek. She was just so perfect, how could he be so lucky? She looked at him again, and he averted his eyes to make it look like he wasn’t staring, although he wasn’t nearly smooth enough to pull a move like that off. Her hands put more pressure on his own, and he realized how much he felt at home in her embrace, even if it was just their intertwined fingers. Hell, even those fit together perfectly – was there any part of the two of them that wasn’t perfect? Nope.
He grinned as she attempted to be funny – yeah, that thought had crossed his mind about twenty times in the past five minutes. And although she tried to make it sound like a bad thing, it was the happiest thing he could think of. There would be nothing better for him than to be wrapped in her arms for the rest of his life. When they were eighty, they could sit around with their grandchildren playing poker and telling stories about the good old days, about touring with The Weekend Theory and all of the antics that were pulled. He’d probably embellish a little, and some things he’d chose to keep to himself. Then, eighty year old Travis could come over and tell all of the mini-mini-Ethan’s and Emily’s about the time he broke Ethan’s nose, and they would all tease Ethan for the rest of his life. To a normal rock star, that thought would be horrible, and more of a nightmare than a dream. But Ethan was anything but normal. He kissed his girlfriend and the mother of his unborn child again, the passion flowing through their lips creating a force like he had never felt before. “We are gonna have a baby.” He repeated again, a giant smirk plastered across his face. Ethan stood up, gently pulling Emily up with him. He walked her over to the edge of the hotel and stood behind her, Titanic style. “The city is gorgeous, isn’t it?” He said as he looked over the edge and onto the skyline, the colors and lights blinding him with beauty. He looked down at a cheesy wedding chapel and grinned, pulling Emily back away from the edge. Alright, so looking down there probably wasn’t the greatest idea, but he wanted to show her the world before he changed hers forever. He led her back a few feet and stood in front of her, his feet firmly planted on the ground.
“Emily…” He started, rubbing his thumbs on the back of her hands. He looked her in the eye, and then down at the ground. “Now, I don’t want you thinking this was just because you’re pregnant, because I’ve thought about this for a very long time.” He looked out on the skyline for a moment, the word “WEDDING” on a sign flashing bright in his eyes. He looked at the concrete ground and let one knee fall to the ground, making sure to give her arms enough room to adjust to his level change – he didn’t want his pregnant girlfriend falling down, now did he? “It took me seven years to tell you that I loved you, and that’s fucked up. And I know I have shit awful timing when it comes to just about everything, but I need you to know that I love you. I will always love you, and no one else. You mean the world to me.” He took a deep breath as his throat started to get scratchy, his eyes threatening to water again as he thought about the last seven years he had spent with her. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. With you as my wife.” He put his hand in his pocket, realizing that he was not very prepared for this situation. After all, it was kind of spur of the moment, even if he had been thinking about it way too much over the past few months. He ripped a piece of string out of the lining of his back pocket and tied it in a circle, sliding it onto Emily’s left ring finger. “Will you marry me?” He asked quietly, looking up at her big brown eyes, illuminated by neon lights. “You’d make me the happiest guy in the history of the world.” He added, shivering. That had taken a lot out of him, even though he had been dreaming of giving her that speech for the past, what, four years now? He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his embrace. “And I don’t mean right now, in this shithole of a town. I want to go back to Delaware and write cheesy vows that I’ll read in front of all of your friends and our parents and your insane cousins.” He whispered in her ear, making sure she knew this wasn’t a cheap attempt at not looking like a man whore. Hell, he wanted people to know that she was pregnant long before they knew he had proposed.
NOTES awh Dx
TAGGED Ava, duh.
WORDS 2011
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