Rowan Booker
Oct 2, 2013 22:32:20 GMT -5
Post by Rowan Booker on Oct 2, 2013 22:32:20 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Rowan Joseph Booker
Nickname: Rowwy (by clingy girls), Twinkle-toes (by jealous guys), RJ (by his dancing pal) and Row-boat (by his cousin) otherwise, keep it at Rowan
Age: Seventeen (November 21)
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Aerokinesis: Ability to manipulate wind currents, including the ability to create wind tunnels or wind storms. This ability does not allow for flight via wind-riding. Side effects could include muscle weakness and abrasions from the wind if the gusts become too strong. He's forced to work out at a more constant rate seeing as he needs musculature for dancing. He can also be a bit spacey and has trouble keeping up with conversation sometimes as if he has ADHD.
Play By: Kenny Wormald
Let it F L O W . . .
Converting to Group Messages...
To: Anna, Jamie, Luke, Micah, Justin, Isabella/Avery
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Me:
Hey, look. I know I said I'd call, but life's been crazy lately. I think I just need some time away from the dating world. If I ever decide to come back in the near future, you'll be the first to know. Thanks for being so awesome about this all.
Anna: Aww, but I was really looking forward to dessert tonight ;P
(Maybe I should make her a regular, she doesn't seem like the relationship type anyway)
Jamie: Too bad, guess I'll just have to look at those pictures of us to keep me company at night
(WHOA, did not see that coming...that's two regulars on the list)
Luke: That's a damn shame, well, it was fun while it lasted. Call me.
(Who know I'd make such a good impression on everyone? Then again, it is me after all.)
Micah: Peace out, Twinkle-toes
(Player hater. Dude just doesn't get it. Jealousss.)
Justin....still no answer
(Dick.)
Isabelle/Avery: But Rowwyyyyy
(*Dodges bullet* Phew)
Contacts List: Lucy Serrano
Dial-tone.....
"Pickuppickuppickupppp. Lucyyyyy pickuppppp."
"What?"
"Oheyyyy. You know what day it is right? Dun, dun, dun. That's right! It's that special time of the year where we look back on that glorious night when I rocked your world so hard. God! I'm good. How long has it been? Just one year now? How will anyone ever live up to that, Lucky? It's hardly fair."
"You're right, sweet love. I doubt anyone can ever compare to the best half a minute of my life. I'll always remember how you cried right after and begged me to hold you till the pain went away." [Laughs] "Happy birthday though, Booker T."
"Pfft. Happy Birthday tomorrow, babe. Try not to think about me naked too much tonight."
Contacts List: Callie-cat
Ringing....ringing...
"Callie-cat, Callie-cat, does whatever a Callie-cat does. Spins around on a stage, better look out, her brother will rage. Dooododoo here comes a Callie-ca--"
"Hello?"
"Hey gorgeous, how's your day going?"
"Pretty good, you coming to work tonight? I need you for practicing the new routine."
"For you? I'm there, babe. I'll see you tonight, send the brothers my love!"
Draw-Erase Board outside Bedroom Door:
Three things needed to know about me and my personal space-
1) Don't disturb when there is a sign saying 'do not disturb.' I'm either doing homework, working on choreography or having sex.
2) If you are upset, do not come flouncing into my bedroom looking for a shoulder to cry on (unless specifically stated otherwise).
3) If you are interested in observing the ceiling of my bedroom, or the gentle curve of my c-Christmas tree, please knock twice and state your name, age and how you found me.
Thanks and come again soon
~Rowan
PS Bring protection of all kinds, it might get a little windy ;D
Contact List: Maryna
Dial-tone....
"Dudududu"
"Hello?"
"Hey, Aunt Maryna, it's Rowan. Is Beat there? It's that time of day, and I never miss our daily calls ya know." [smiles]
"She's actually right here, hold on."
"Rowannnn!"
"Hey there, beautiful. I miss you, how's school goin'?"
"Boring. I miss you, too. When are you coming home to Boston? Or when can we visit?"
"I don't know, kiddo. Hopefully next break. Tell me more, what'd you do today?"
"Sat here, watching tv after school. Oooh! Guess what? Before I tell you, if you have to promise not to tell, mom!"
"Pinkie promise, cupcake."
"There's this boy in my class. He's really cute, I'll see if I can send a picture. He told me I was pretty today!"
"As if that should be surprising to you Beatrice. You're very beautiful, you know that."
"You have to say that, Rowan. You're my family."
"That doesn't mean squat, Beat. Beauty runs in the family. I'd be calling myself ugly if I said you were."
"Oh shut up! I dunno, Row. I've never been called pretty by any other boy than you and the other guys in the family."
"Just play it chill, babe. You'll do just fine. I'm sure he'll be wrapped in an instant. Anyway, I gotta head off to do homework now, but I just wanted to call you and see how you were doing. If you ever need anything, call me. I love you Beat-box. Be good for your mom and give everyone a hug for me."
"I love you Rowan! Thanks a bunch for being an awesome cousin. Everyone misses you a bunch, so come visit soon kay? Bye, Row-boat."
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: The Almighty Character Creator....or just Trix
Age: LEGAL
RP Experience: Erm, four years
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