Post by Greg Meyers on Jul 12, 2011 3:30:12 GMT -5
GREGORY JACOB MEYERS
[/color][/b][/font]all i need is the music to get me high, feeling so alive and leaving all my cares behind[/center]
NICK NAMES[/color] Greg
AGE[/color] sixteen, July 5th
GENDER[/color] male
SEXUALITY[/color] questioning
MEMBER GROUP[/color] actor
PLAY-BY[/color] Zac Efron
[/ul]OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?[/color]
EXPRIENCE[/color] 10 years +
CONTACT[/color] YIM: theaterbearco
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color] Dawn crept into Greg's window, teasing his closed eye lids every so softly. No, this was not happening! Not today, its Saturday and who in their right mind gets up at dawn on a weekend? Greg turned over to avoid the light but the light was having none of that. As the sun rose more a small beam of light refracted from the full legeneth mirror hanging on his wall, it was determined to get all up in his face.
He threw the sheet off of him and sighed, this was going to be a losing battle today. May as well get up and make the most of it. He grabbed the navy blue towel from the hook on his door and headed to the bathroom, where he was met with a closed door but water running.
"Sandy, c'mon hurry up!" He pounded on the door, hoping she was almost done. He didn't expect to see a blazing red head open the door with a look of sourness on her face.
"Guh," Sandy gasped. "I am almost done Greg, two more minutes with the conditioner. I think you can wait that long!" She didn't wait for an answer before slamming the door on his face.
Greg made a face at the wooden door and went back to his room to grab his robe till he could get decent. Once he had it, he headed to the kitchen where the radio was playing some 40's music.
"Morning mom, whats for breakfast?" he asked his mother, who was singing with her best Earth Kitt impression.
She turned and talked with a small purr. "Ohhh good morrrrning Grrrreg, yourrr fatherrr is making pancakes with scrrrrambled eggs and sausage." She flipped her hair with a smile. "Hope that appeases you."
Greg sat there with a blank look on his face.
"Mom," he said. "That was freaky, stop that." There was a small moment of quiet except for the radio before the two started to laugh.
"I promise, I won't do that again. Unless she's singing then I'll chime along with her." She went over and mussed Greg's hair. "No shower yet?"
"No, I was stopped by the Bozo brigade busy coloring her hair. I swear why let her do it Mom?"
"Because she wanted to and since the only harm would be her hair turning green and falling out, I thought why not."
Greg smiled. "Does that mean I can have sky diving lessons?"
"Hmm let me think. No." She laughed giving him a hug.
"Fine, I'll stick with golf and singing."
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
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