Post by mans on Mar 8, 2010 17:19:43 GMT -5
SIGRID PARRY FISHER
Name: Sigrid Parry Fisher
Nicknames: She goes by Parry, most people just think its her first name; apart from that, hardly anything.
Age: Twenty-two and counting.
Date of Birth: April twenty-ninth
Grade: Sophmore
Orientation: Doesn’t really care, she hardly likes people anyway.
Nationality: Dutch
Home Town: New York, New York
Degree: DDRRRAAAMMMAAAA~
- Minor: Theater tech. [/ul]
Play by: Mia Wasikowska [/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/i] anything to protect them. She wont stalk them or constantly be asking what they’re doing, but when they get time together she will expect them to be all to herself and becomes severely jealous if anyone else comes into the picture.--- TRAIT ONE Anti social That’s right, its true. A theater kid who isn’t a social butterfly? Who would have thought! Alas, Parry has never much been social. After elementary it dropped and after middle school even more so to the extent her only interaction with people her age was forced during class and on stage. There are two main reasons for this; her overall dislike of people, and her preference to having fun on her own. Her massive imagination supports her being antisocial, as Parry can go out and explore, run around, all alone, and be completely content. She’s got something of a childlike mid state when it comes to these things; who needs real people when you can make up your own and never have them sass or betray you? Luckily, Parry didn’t get caught up in that high school drama (the girl kind – not the theater kind, silly!), although she was bullied mildly from time to time. Her behavior around people and in social situations has improved upon entering Emerson, though not by much. Parry is content as can be all on her lonesome, if you can call it that.
--- TRAIT TWO independent With such a withdrawal from society comes an ever growing independence. She wasn’t always so independent, oh no, as a child she practically clung to her mama and papa for support and protection. Oh, but then again, who didn’t? Parry has learned to adapt to her decision to remain the quiet girl, and has become self sufficient. She works job on most weekends, earning enough to buy her weekly allotment of cheese, bread, and iced tea. She doesn’t need much, but what she does, she has no trouble getting. Never, though, would Parry beg or make someone pay for her. Shed rather starve than have even one grain bought for her. Because of this, too, Parry finds it hard to accept gifts (save for from her parents and relatives, as she is used to it by now) and therefore has a general dislike of holidays (Christmas, birthdays, valentines, anything really.)
--- TRAIT THREE Protective As said previously, Parry is anti social. Meaning, she does not have many friends. And when she does, although mostly satisfied with her own company, it is something of a gift. Having someone to talk to can be fun, after all, and unpredictable. Parry becomes overly protective of those few people who she gets to know, to a point of almost obsession. As meek natured as she is, she will get riled up if her friends are in trouble or getting picked on. That is not to say she will freak at them, oh no, Parry is rarely capable of raising her voice. She will politely ask them to step off, and if they don’t, perhaps step in front of her bud. Shed do nearly
Parry, though, is trying to learn how to share things. She’s not been very good with it in the past, particularly when it came to people. She’s, frankly, a wreck in groups larger than four. She hopes to maybe make that amount of friends, perhaps be able to enjoy a sleep over or what have you with them. Being by yourself all the time is not an awful thing to Parry, but its nice to have company now and then.
--- TRAIT FOUR Failed project You know when the popular girls try to turn an outcast into one of them? Doing her a favor, of course. Well, Parry is sort of the opposite. She is far too stubborn and far too content with herself to even bother letting anyone make her into a prom queen. ‘Failed project’ is mostly her stubborn trait. Parry, although one might think her passive, and generally she is, can be a brat. She can’t compromise to save her life, not that shed ever want to. It’s her way and her way only (a strong reason she cant work well with others).
--- TRAIT FIVE Breakin’ in the sneakers Parry thinks of people like shoes. She has to break them in. Although, Parry only has a few pairs of shoes… She figures with the few friends she makes, she has to wear them down. If she were to let loose on them, show her whole self to them within the first few seconds of meeting, she’d scare everyone off. That’s partially the reason why she is such a quiet girl. It isn’t that she has a particularly eccentric personality, more so that she knows she has a weird way of thinking and an odd sense of humor that some people might not understand. So, she devised the plan of ‘wearing in the sneakers’. Parry will be the meek, shy girl with you at first, asses you, decide if she can or can not break you in, and then gradually do so if possible.
--- TRAIT SIX Bitter & a dork Its true, parry is not very friendly. In fact, she is somewhat of a bitter individual, when you get right down to it. Her attitude towards most anyone is generally friendly if need be (aka when someone is talking to her), although to some it is subtly sarcastic and sometimes cruel. Overall, she doesn’t seem too enthused about anything, and is always very suspicious towards people who start up a conversation with her. Parry, too, is a dork. When she’s not busying herself with rehearsals and theater classes, or practicing her latest roles lines, she’ll be laying around watching star trek or reading Marvel and DC comics. She hey, she doesn’t mind that! (I combined these two because there wasn’t much to write on either of them… SOB…)
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LIKES: Exploring, green, DC and Marvel comic books, singin’ n dancin’, getting her way, quiet, laughing, patriotism, Star trek, bird watching, sunny days, Cheese on toast, eating in general, being an over actor, musicals, classic rock, blazing, stuff :I
DISLIKES: Group projects, not lead roles, modern music, sewing, public speaking, bugs, clowns, purse dogs, people who sing show tunes and are bad at them (Parry is the ultimate show tune singer), girls who siggle too much, cheery coke, reality shows. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
It was mid winter of 1984 when they met. Ellen Cameron and Dick Fisher, the former being a Priests daughter and the latter, a lawyer. Ellen was young still, having just hit twenty a few months back, she had her whole life ahead of her. She was something of a partier, perhaps defying her fathers strict rule through her teenage years, wasn’t keen on the idea of neither children nor marriage… That is, until she met Dick, a close friend of hers lawyer. Instant sparks, and after three years of dating the couple married and soon after found out that Ellen was pregnant.
After what seemed like eternity for the impatient couple, out came Sigrid Parry. And let me tell you, they thought she was beautiful, of course, but that was one scrunchy faces infant. Life was simple, then, as simple as it can be with a new baby in the family. Parry grew up like any other child, being loved by her parents and family and being smothered in gifts. She was what you could call a princess. Parry received loads of toys as a child, pretty outfits, had lots of friends her age… Elementary was fine for her, everything was honkey dory. Things were going great until her parents divorced.
This was the point in Parry’s life when she became the reserved person she is now. Her father was always so busy with work, not paying much attention to the still young Ellen – the result, an affair. It wasn’t a sexual affair, but more with the heart; she fell in love with someone, innocent love, a strong friendship which just somehow became more. And parry had known it all along, but not said much, not having much an idea what was really happening. When Dick found out, they divorced. It was mutual, although heartbreaking for both parties. And especially troublesome for Parry.
She was told lots of kids went through that. It was becoming a totally normal thing these days, she wasn’t alone. Her life was no different from anyone else’s; she wasn’t the only child in this position. It still hurt, of course – and then there was the matter of who got her. It turned out to be her dad, although she stayed with her mother and her boyfriend every weekend, no exceptions. It took a few years, but Parry somehow got over it.
High school was easy for Parry, for the most part. She didn’t have much a social life anyway, apart from Musical Theater. Every time a production rolled round, her grades would drop, but somehow she pulled it together and got to her twelfth year. This was the turning point, where she decided what she was going to do with her life. With much thought and discussion, it was decided Parry would pursue a career in theater, and shed attend Emerson College.
Why Emerson?
Parry may have seen shy, but when it came to performing, she wanted to stand out. Emerson, she heard, was darling and pretty top notch, though it was no where near as populated as other schools she had looked at. The fewer students at the school and less people to over shadow her, Parry had more of a chance of getting recognized. Simply put, that is why.
This was hard to process. It really, really was. What with the lack of sleep and lack of common sense just then. Will could hardly believe he was doing this… No, he could. He was sane enough to know what was real, and what a dream was. And even in this dreamy state, this was just. God, this was just so real.
Their lips were moving so gently against each other. Brushing so sweetly, stopping and just pressing against the others, then pecking and nipping soft enough for it to be almost innocent. But it wasn’t innocent, what they were doing. Will didn’t care. Their lips broke for a moment only to breath, long for Caesar to tell Will to get closer. His body was tugged, although only slightly as Will climbed into Caesars lap as best he could. Their kissing didn’t intensify even as they got closer, it didn’t heat up regardless of his position on top of the forward. His hands searched up and down Caesars body, stopping to cup and caress areas like the hip, cheek, the back of the neck… Even after Caesar broke their gentle love making of the lips to plant soft pecks up and down Wills jaw. The lingering, tingling feeling left from Caes’s kisses was enough to make Will shudder. He was a head taller than Caesar in this position, not that it mattered as Will had his head down and buried into Caes’s hair, his hand, too, buried deep under its shag. Will was waking up a little now. He let a nearly silent, strained sort of noise from the back of his throat as Caes began nibbling his collar bone, dragging the fabric of Wills Canada shirt down to kiss, while the other hand pushed it up ever so slightly. Will dragged his hands from the dark, almost fur like hair, and ran them along each side of Caes’s jaw, tilting his head up gently to briefly connect their eyes before the soft kissing ensued again.
You would think Will’s mind would be slow, now. Slow, lust driven, overall sleepy. But it had somehow sped up, and he was processing and weighing the situation further with every small peck made to his lips. Will dug further and further into the situation, picking it apart as if he were dissecting a very important object, which was not to have any mistakes made to it. They’d been sitting, talking, half asleep, and suddenly, they were kissing. Why? Will had a girlfriend; he didn’t even like Caesar in a way more than friendship. He was just one of the guys. Maybe the hum of the engine and that cola earlier had somehow… No, that didn’t make sense at all. Will searched for answers but he found none. Poor Maurice, he thought, although he didn’t feel particularly bad about it right then.
He shifted, his body slipping somewhat down Caesars lap. Their kissing broke with a hushed laugh and Caesars dragging Will closer, his hands pressing into the flesh of Wills back. Will didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all just then. He chuckled and looked into Caes’s face; it was still the same old Caes. Nothing it seemed had changed… Except they’d kissed and cuddled and had their hands all over one another. Yeah, nothing had changed, really .
“Ah, man… This aint weird, right? You don’t mind, right? I don’t mind. I bet Maurice does…” He pressed his lips, tiredly, against Caesars forehead. It wasn’t a kiss, more of just a break, a rest. He just so happened to lean right there with his mouth. He justified everything in his mind; he’d just not had affection like this in a long while.
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