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[SARA STAYBACK]

SARA MARIE STAYBACK

I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE

character name: Sara Marie Stayback
nicknames:Saramarie, nothing involving the last name, thanks.
age:20
gender:female
sexuality:"Love is love, regardless of gender". She still prefers males.
pb: Jessica stam

THE LONG WINDING ROAD

occupation: Trust fund grandchild. Her father lost all of his

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residence: The apartment above her grandparent's garage in Black Diamond Estates. It's more like a house ontop of a garage. A very big five car garage.
been in vegas for how long and why: When her father lost his third wife and his love for life, he also lost all of his money. Sara needed money for her nicotine addiction, and she also needed money for her life, and when her father's fortune vanished, so did hers. Her father wasn't expected to work, he is a forty something hippie who never lifted a finger in his life. Sara left her father with no qualms, because she had grandparents to go to. Her grandparents, although kind, were more interested by her ability to get a rich husband than in her need for a family. She's been living in Vegas for a month, moving in the day she saught help from her grandparents.[/blockquote]

FULL OF EXCITING STORIES

likes:

• marbolo smooth 100's
  
• grey goose
  
• flavored alcohol (vodka mostly)
  
• mary jane and her best friend lucy
  
• boys with manners
  
• her grandparents
  
• her fathers second wife
  
• dancing until she can't breathe
  
• the smell of rain
  
• thunderstorms
  
• her grand parents dog Benji
  
• Cats
  
• smiling
  
• freelance photography
  
• indie-esque music
  
• most other music
  
• people who make her laugh
  
• creating beautiful things

dislikes:

• her father's view on life
  
• people who are fakes
  
• people who lie
  
• people who make her sad
  
• her grandfather's old as fuck dog Loafy
  
• her lack of money in her name
  
• her grandmothers decision that she 'needs a man'.
  
• the decision from anyone that she 'needs a man'.
  
• when people leave things unfinished
  
• change that's out of her control
  
• boys with out manners
  
• not winning
  
• whiskey
  
• beer
  
• alcohol that is not mixed with something
  
• any cigarette brand that isn't marbolo
  
• music that invovles country, rap, or guitars with sparkles
  
• ugly things
  

personality:

• Curious
  
• Quiet
  
• Witty
  
• Loyal
  
• Rough
  
• Slightly Self-Centered
  
• Fussy
  
• Sneaky
  
• Cautious
  
• Insecure
  
• Dependent
  
• Clingy
  
• Smart
  
• Impatient
  
  Curious. Sara needs to know everything that she deems important. She sticks her nose subtly into someone's business when she feels the need to. If her grandfather is going somewhere, and he doesn't tell anyone where, she's going to follow him to find out. If a friend of hers is having an affair, she wants to know every little detail. She is curious about her life, and that around it, and asks questions that usually shouldn't be answered. This trait tends to get her into odds with people, because it's none of her business.
  
  Quiet. This is a very literal trait. Although Sara talks often, and is very opinionated, her voice is soft and she can't be heard very far. Her lack of voice tends to give people the impression that she is a shy individual, but they are soon corrected. When finding herself in places where people can't hear her, her actions lead people to believe that she is very forward, or very shy. When she feels comfortable enough, she'll get very close, repeating her thoughts into the persons ear. If she's not, then she'll keep to herself. Both actions tend to be very decieving.
  
  Rough. Sara is not the usual trust fund baby by any means. She has smudged make up, doesn't spend any time at all on her hair in the morning, walks around barefoot, and is usually dressed in a jeans and a old rock band t-shirt. She enjoys jumping to loud, thumping music in her house/apartment, and prefers to sit outside with an alcoholic beverage and a smoke than go to galas. She never wears overly expensive clothing, and drives a hand-me-down volkswagon, and prefers her blonde locks in a ponytail. She speaks with many cursewords and isn't the polite little lady her grandparents would want to be.
  
  Slightly Self-Centered. Sara doesn't need to pay any attention to anyone but herself most of the time. She isn't some bitch who will walk past every unfortunate soul in the world and not give a care. If her grandparents were dying and needed help, everything she would do would be for them. If she had a kid, everything she'd do would be for that kid. She doesn't have a kid, and her grandparents aren't dying, and no one needs her help. Sara doesn't need to make anyone happy right now but herself, so every decision she makes is going to be for herself.
  
  Fussy. Sara is not a perfectionist by any means. She has smudged make-up, scratched feet, and a slightly messy home. She wants everything to be how she wants it to be, though, and it usually ends up her way. In her house, everything is in the place she wants it to be, even if that place might be 'on the pile of stuff on her dresser' or 'on the floor under that shirt'. Her house is organized in a disorganized way, as is her life.
  
  Sneaky. She get's her job done without people noticing. Sneaky doesn't mean being able to steal money from her grandmother's purse. She doesn't even need to do that anyways. Sneaky for Sara is being able to get what information she needs without being caught. Sneaky is being able to do things that need to be done without being caught. It's a very subtle form of sneaky, and because she doesn't want anyone to know about her infallible curiousity about anything, it's a very good trait to have.
  
  Dependent/Clingy. Sara grew up in multitude of towns, and enver had those true best friends or anyone other than her father to depend on. She always wanted a close friend, and now that she is living in the same town for longer than just three months, she is determined not to loose the friends she has made. She will ask plenty out of them, but in turn, she's loyal enough to give just as much back. Where she expects people to be there for her, she will be there for him. It's a double edge.

fears:

[/b] She doesn't have much family, and she doesn't have many friends. Her biggest fear is that she'll someday lose all of them, and she won't have anyone to be with. She finds no bigger pleasure than being with those people she loves. This causes her to be very clingy when she wants to be, and she usually is pretty dependent on certain people. Eventualy, she hopes to be able to not worry about this so much, as he behavior sometimes pushes people away.

To never be satisfied. If life was a canvas and Sara was an artist, the canvas would be blank and she would have no muse. Sara doesn't want that to happen. She wants to live life enough to where she is perfectly content to die, knowing that she was happy with everything at one point in her life. even if only one little corner of her painting is perfect, she will be happy. She would love for it to be a masterpiece, however.

To not recognize herself someday. Sara likes herself the way she is. She doesn't want to change, and she doesn't want people to make her change. the problem is that she's so loyal to those she cares about that she might change herself for them. She really only wants to be accepted, and it's very hard when she lives around a group of people who act nothing like her. She wants to wake up every day, and never be nostalgic for who she was sometime in the past. She wants to be herself.
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secrets:

[/b] It's not that she's a prude, or that she's enver had anyone that she loves. If it is possible to be a whore without having sex, then Sara has definitely stepped over that boundary. There is nothing she doesn't know how to do, she just hasn't had sex. It sounds extremely corny, but it's the only thing she's trying to save for that special someone that she's convinced will be with her for a long time. She keeps this information on the down low, however, because she doesn't wany it to fall into the wrong hands. No one but her knows about her lack of sex.

She sucks at relationships of any kind. It's not that hard to see once you get to know her, but she seems to be a very friendly girl to people she's just met. To be honest, she's a little too clingy, and a little to secretive. She grew up in about thirty different towns, however, and this is most likely why. The people who are close to her are the people who don't mind her lack of ability to communicate, or her lack of independence.
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goals:

[/b] Sara doesn't want to lose that v-card to just anyone, so she also needs to find the best man to go along with it. She has these romantic thoughts that they'll be together for the rest of time, and he won't even give a fuck that she's never had sex before. She honestly can do everything else perfectly. She also needs to learn to depart from the meaningless things in life, like all of her old school ID's, her old drawings, and anything that makes her nostalgic for the past. She tends to be a packrat, and that simply won't do anymore.

To start making her own money. She doesn't want to stop living off of her grandparents, because that means she won't have a lot[/u] of money. She feels guilty about buying cigarettes with their money when they hate them, though. And she also wants to feel the pride in bying herself things with money she earned herself. Getting herself a job would also get her out into the world more. She'd get to know people, and she'd also become more friendly.

To make a best friend. It's a very sad fact that a twenty year old girl like Sara has never had a best friend before. It's very easy to believe when you realize that she's lived in over thirty different cities throughout her life. Now that she's going to be living in Vegas for a while, she is determined to find someone to be close to. She won't be easy and pick the first person who's friendly to her, but she will be on the lookout. When she finds this friend, she might be clingy and dependent, but she's hoping that they might change her just a little bit, for the better.

disclaimer:she never makes longterm goals because they never get fufilled quick enough for her.
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WHEN I GET HOME

family:

• Gerard Anthony Stayback. Grandfather, late eighties, once was CEO.
  He loves his granddaughter and his wife, and he is often depressed when he thinks about his son who didn't continue the legacy. He gives his granddaughter anything she wants, and is often very supportive of her decisions, be they right or wrong.
  
  
• Marie Alice Stayback. Grandmother, late seventies, trophy wife.
  Altough she was married to Gerard just to satisfy her parents, she grew to love the man. She never had to work, and her ability to be charismatic made people think she was only a trophy wife. Gerard does see Marie as a great prize, but as a prize he loves.
  
  
• Anthony Carlisle Stayback. Father, late forties, hippie rebel son of rich parents.
  He left his parents home when he was seventeen, not even contacting them until eighteen years later, when he had a seventeen year old daughter and his second wife had died. Due to his long absence from their lives, his relationship with them is strained, and due to the loss of his second wife, he is not very happy anymore, either. When he was still happy, he was the best dad Sara could hope for in a hippie 'let's see the world' father, and she loves him.
  
  
• Christina Ellen Beck-Stayback. The mother that Sara never knew.
  She left Sara with Anthony after two months of marriage and three days after having the baby. She got a divorce within a month later, and Sara has never wanted to meet her anyways.
  
  
• Jessica Anne Lovely-Stayback. Second wife of Anthony, mom of the year. Although she is now deceased, Jessica was married to Anthony for fifteen years. She was the mom that Sara always needed, and would do everything from read her to sleep, or sing Bad Company songs while they made dinner together. Although they had to move all over the place for Anthony's jobs, Jessica was what made them all happy. Her death devastated Anthony and Sara, and Anthony never seemed to have recovered.

history: Out of the cities she had to live in, Chicago and New York were her favorites. She enjoyed the time she would spend walking the streets, and no one knew her and called her the 'new girl' because there were too many people to care. She was born in a smaller town, though, called South Bend in the state of Indiana. She doesn't have any memories of the town, and all she knows about is that that's where her 'mom' Jessica, came from, and that the ND IRish are there. Her father raised her from the ages of three to six in a small town in Tenessee, and the only thing that Sara remembers about that is when she and Jessica would go to the county fairs and buy all the cotton candy a little girl could want, or need. The first important memory of Sara's childhood, is her first bike, which was her seventh birthday present in some town in Illinois.

By the time she was twelve, she'd lived in about twenty cities, and she hadn't made any friends in the new small Kentucky down. Her father loved small towns, and her mother loved her father, and Sara had no choice. It was becoming a lot more difficult to make friends, because twelve year olds didn't ask silly questions like 'will you be my friend' anymore. She didnt' bother her father with these thoughts, though, and told them to Jessica when she'd listen, and she'd always get a response that either left her happy to tell Jessica, or into a state of panic that left her wishing she lived somewhere else. When she was thirteen, she began to wonder if it was this same panic that led her father to move around so much. By this time, town twenty two was gone, and they were on a plane for town twenty three.

Although the family of three spent more time in towns now that Sara was trying to pay attention to her mounting school work, Sara still never found any friends. She honestly didn't want them, because she didn't want to have to expain to them why her family moved. For some reason, telling them 'my dad hates to stay in one place' wasn't a good enough answer, and he didn't have a job to lie about. Her work was excellent in school, and the only affecting factor was the fact that she moved around so much. She didn't mind. Sara was doing fine, in her world, and she'd always have a friend with Jessica.

When Sara was Seventeen, and when they were in town twenty nine, she got the phone call that would probably turn her away from any place near Georgia state again. Hving lived in so many states made Sara think of something always associated with states. When she thought of bikes, she thought of Illinois. When she thought of her birthday, she thought of Indiana. When she thought of her fist kiss, she thought of Kentucky. When she thought of getting phone calls with the wrost news of your life, she thought of Georgia. The phone call was from the police, and they needed her to 'identify the body'. It was a terrible way to put it, and she'd almost asked why she'd need to, when her father walked in the room, and turned the news on. The town they were in this time was small, as usual, and a car wreck seemed to always make front page news. The red metal of a convertible could be seen through the smoke, and people were surrounding the area. The headline read, in big, life altering letters, SEMI DRIVER FALS ASLEEP AT WHEEL, KILLS ONE IN ACCIDENT. Identifying the body was her Dad's job then, because Sara spent the next three weeks in bed, trying to eat, but failing to keep it in her stomach.

She was perfectly fine after three weeks. All she needed was to digest, and to move. That was the first thing on her list, as she got up otu of bed, and began to pack all of her things. Her father had gotten the messsage within three hours, and then by the next day, they were in his car, on their way to California. California was the thirtieth state, and the state where everything fell apart so that it could fall together. Sara's dad never healed, Sara needed money, and then she had to ask her grandfather for help when she turned twenty, and three years of being broke was getting really old. She never told a word to them about anything other than the basics, the death of Jessica, the towns they'd lived in, and her wish for something more. She'll never let anyone know anything else.

For the past month, Sara has been getting to know her grandparents, and sending money to her father. She has left the house once a day, to make sure that she doesn't become a hermit, although she has only met a few people in passing. She tries her hardest to be sneaky and hide her past, and she doesn't talk to people about herself often, it's usually about her beliefs, or about themselves. She's become really close to the family pet, Benji, because the huge animal was the runt. The fact that a runt could become so huge and strong makes her feel just a litle bit hopeful.

pets: Benji. The huge, uncontrollable collie her grandparents own, but who prefers to live with her.

FROM US TO YOU

ooc name: Kim, or whatever floats your boat.
age: old enough
years roleplaying: uhm. wow. six?
other characters: none.
how did you hear about us: london, ftw. XD
roleplay sample:
"Damn, man, you didn't see it, fucker, she had this shirt on and-"

"Holdit, holdit, holdit," Aaron interrupted his brother. Connor frowned, but Aaron just grinned. Aaron had the fast talk down, and you could always understnad it, even if he had the ability to talk like a hamster on speed. He laughed then, forgetting about Connor for one second, as Sara whispered in his ear. Aaron and Sara, if anything, were the opposites of the malnourished and fucked up family that Michelle English liked to spend her days with. The tall, boistrous, dark Aaron and the samll, quiet, pale Sara were perfect for each other in all of the ways you didn't know existed. Aaron began to pay attention again, taking his mind off of whatever Sara had said.

"Alright, no, you have to tellmethis. Answerthis, man, if there was any girl in the world that you could fuck, whowoulditbe?" The question was sudden, and it caused Mitch to spit her pop out in front of her, John and Beth moving away from her quickly so that their smokes wouldn't get doused in a fizzy mess. Mitch's smoke wasn't so lucky, however, and she dropped it to the ground with a forlorn look. Aaron's questions usually never gave her the right opinion of people, and she didn't like being on the spot. She hadn't known this group of people for long, Taylor, Beth, John, Andrew, Aaron, Sara, and Connor being friends for life, but she wanted them to think that she was as great as she tried to be. She would be indesperate need of nicotine strength if she was going to finish this conversation. She waited for the conversation to start again.

Connor wouldn't answer, and it wasn't that surprising to anyone. Aarong got up, after very gently setting Sara down on a chair and kissing her forehead, and went after his brother. His arm was around the younger boys neck, and he was fake punching the kids face while the boy laughed in a way that made you know that he didnt' care in the slightest. "Comeonman! You can answer this. Is it that chick who comes to visit your seventh grade class every fucking day to read to you shits?" That was a joke, obviously. "Or are you gay?" That would be hilarious. "I bet it's fucking Dylan you wanna fuck, is that it?" The answer never came though, because Aaron's mom, a short, fat woman came to the door.

"AARON. PUT YOUR BROTHER DOWN, YOU FUCKER!" The result was instant. Aaron put his brother doan, and sat in the nearest chair, and Connor smile at his mom, and we were quiet until the woman left.

"Alright, no finish." Aaron stated. It seemed that everything went back to normal.

Mitch watched as Connor's reluctance to answer, made Aaron change the question. "Alright then, fuck this, name a girl AND a guy that you would fuck. Come on, this is easy. Say Dylan and you're half done." Mitch had no idea who this Dylan was, but it was a good idea that he wasn't present, because the way Connor talked about his knives and guns, they all knew the boy wans't gay.

"Fine, then," Connor said. "You know that chick, Berkely, or some shit? She's fucking Kyle's sister, man, that chick is fucking hot." That answer seemed to appease everyone, but it made Aaron laugh.

"I doubt she'd even fuck you in your dreams, man."

Connor ignored his brother and continued. "And I'd never even fuck a guy."

"Fuck that, you have to answer."

This time it was John who stood up. John was brown. Brown eyes, brown hair, and tan skin from working out at Beth's farm all the time. he was all brown, but he was beginning to be Mitchs brown, and it suited her just fine.

Connor just stared at John like he'd grown a second head. "Fine then, fucker, who would ou fuck of the male gender?"

John laughed. "George Clooney you dipshit." His answer made everyone on the back patio laugh, and Aaron even gave John a highfive, saying "Man, if only you could fucking bag that!"

The round contined. Taylor was the next person to go, because she had declared it to be everyone's turn as well. Taylor was short and a slighty bit chubby, but she had a great figure that made Mitch extremely jealous. The girl had black hair, and these deep blue eyes that made people feel invisible. "Angelina Jolie!" Was her first answer, and she glared at Mitch when Mitch inturrupted.

"She's just gonna want to have you watch her kids, and maybe have more for her."

"Harsh," John replied.

"Fuck that, she's hot," Taylor answered, and then went on. "And fucking Marilyn Manson, bitches!"

"I bet you'd love to fuck him, you perv," Beth spoke up. Beth was skinny and tall, and had a pale complexion that didn't agree with her dark brown hair. The hair was currently dyed to be a mixture of bright red highlights, blonde and brown. Beth grinned, her blue eyes twinkling as she winked at her best friend.

"I'd like to fuck Andrew, come here buddy," she said, and Andrew blushed three different shades of red as she was pulled onto the ground next to her. It caused everyone to laugh, because they know, out of the couple, Beth was the one who preached about waiting until marriage. She laughed, when he shook his head no quickly, and jumped up so that he could sit back down again, on the opposite side of the patio. They might not show affection all the time, but the obviously loved each other the most. Beth thought about the rest of her answer, and then looked straight at Mitch. "I don't even know you, sweetheart, but I'd fuck you." And then it happened.

Andrew stood up and went caveman, picking Beth up over his shoulder, causing her to scream and pound on his back. Aaron and Sara cracked up, and it was so loud that both of the dogs came running around to cause a scene. Connor fell to the ground, turning all shades of purple as he couldn't breathe. Taylor looked jealous, although it was a teasing look, and she began to laugh when Sara fell out of Aaron's hands and hit her head on a patio table. John was smiling too, but he bent down to Mitch's ear, and said, "You know, she's right, you'd probably be fun." Everything turned to chaos, and it fianlly ended when Aaron's mom sent them a message saying 'quiet or i'll kick your asses', and they all decided to sober up.

The air was humid, and the patio was a mess, but six hours, three bowls, four joints, fifteen beers, and two packs later, everyone felt fine. They'd all answered the question, and Mitch was happy. And it felt weird, because they were all laying around each other in a big form of a fucked up calamari circle, but they had dreamy smiles on their faces. Mitch felt this feeling rise up in her, and she grabbed for the stars, letting her hand fall back onto her stomach when she began to beleive in herself again.

For the first time, no matter how long she'd been looking, Mitch finally felt home.

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