Crap. Another fight broke out in the bar today. Don't they see the fucking sign? MUTANT FRIENDLY! Sheesh. It's really killing me now. I cleaned the floor today, which took up a lot of my time. So then these guys decide to fight and scratch, and blood-ify up the floor! My goodness....I worked damn hard on that floor. And they broke a chair today. I'm not cleaning that up, no matter how much I get yelled at. The last time I tried fixing a broken chair, I nearly got splinters all over my palm.

I got home at eleven today. Which is oddly early. My mom tried to "get close" again. The woman wouldn't stop calling me today. And she sent me about five-hundred emails. Her voice message is always "Izzy! Call me back when you can, it's important." It's probably not. She's probably having a nervous breakdown because she wore last season's shoes, or something like that. Whatever. She needs to stop pretending that she cares, and start doing what she does best; Shopping.

Application!

Out of Character
Name: Aimee (AJ)
Age: 17
AIM Screen Name: fingahpaintz - I don't go on it a lot. If that's okay.
Email: much_struggle@yahoo.com
Time Zone: EST
Roleplaying Experience: I roleplay a lot on Giaonline, and I am currently active in finiteincantatm . I also did a lot of role playing on GJ and Deadjournal. A lot of X-Men and Harry Potter.
Desired Journal: thecrawford

In Character
Name: Isabel Crawford
Age: 24
Powers: None (Human)
Character Picture: Briana Evigan
Occupation: Bartender in a local bar in the city, happily opened to mutants and humans both.

Brief History:

Izzy was born into a wealthy family. Her father owns a big and successful company. She used to live in a luxury mansion with her mother, father, and her younger brother, until she moved out and is recently living in an apartment. Her older brother, Danny, got into a car accident 4 years ago, and her father has always blamed her for the cause of his death. They have never been on good terms ever since, and her mother does not like getting into the middle of their debates.

She and her father have a bad relationship. He was the main reason why she moved out of the house. Her mother didn't say anything, and no one stopped her from leaving to go to the city. Finding the cheapest apartment, she used her brother's bank account so she could live there.

She doesn't talk to her younger brother much. Mainly because he's only eleven years old, and they have nothing really to talk about. She's been living in the city for six years now in the same apartment. Doesn't own a car, and usually walks around to wherever she needs to go.

Currently working in a bar, trying to earn some money to pay off the bills of her apartment. She is in huge debt, and is currently trying to find a job with better pay. She never went to college, her father not supporting her with the financial difficulties that college gives out, so it's difficult to find a decent job with a better pay. Her nose is always in the Job Ads of the newspaper.

Affiliations: Human, and she chooses to stay neutral, though her mother and father is very well against mutants.
Relations: Nope
Desired plot(s): I'm a total sucker for shippings. Just saying. LOL

Examples:
First person character entry -

As much as I like eggs and bacon, I do not prefer them on me. Boo, my cat jumped on the counter and flipped my plate over on my new white shirt. But you can't get mad at her with those big yellow eyes. The trouble was finding a clean shirt. I haven't done laundry in ages, and I only have a few tops that have been washed. Me and my lazy ass. I really need to do laundry again.

A fight broke out today at the bar. One human and one mutant. Guess who won. Yup, the mutant. Isn't the bar supposed to be Mutant friendly? I don't really mind about the fights and whatnot, fights break out all the time. But when tables and chairs are broken, that's when I get upset. Because I have to clean up their shit! Can't they just take it outside? Seriously. And I just cleaned the floor today, now blood is gushed all over it. Great. Just great. Can't they just keep the place clean for just one damn day? I mean seriously. Yeah, mutant friendly my ass.

My mother sent me an email today, telling me how much she misses me. My exact words when I read it: What the fuck?. She never sends me emails, and she barely talks to me. I wonder what changed her mind. Maybe because she was feeling guilty for letting dad yell at me. And might I add that Danny's death was not my fault. It's just like him to need something to blame everything on. But whatever. I'm debating whether if I should email back to her. I should though. She technically didn't do anything wrong.

But whatever. I'll probably just sleep it off tonight.

Roleplaying Sample -

Izzy's eyes swiftly ran across the page of the newspaper. Her hand grabbed the coffee that was on her table and brought it to her lips, her eyes still not off the page. As she finished reading, she roughly folded the newspaper and placed it aside on the table, not wanting to look at the thing again. Well, at least for that day. Her fingers were smudged from the newspaper she was looking at. Grabbing a napkin, she gently cleaned them off.

God, she had this excruciating pain on her forehead. The biggest headache of the year. She looked down at her coffee mug, the steam uplifting against her face as she took in the vanilla scent. Finding a job was harder than it looked. She was on the verge of giving up and just spend the rest of her years working in that god forsaken bar.

Her eyes wandered to the window, hearing the soft tapping of the rain going against the glass. Her fingers made a small picture in the foggy window. It was supposed to be a cat, but instead it looked like a stick with a circle and two triangles on top of it. Her gaze went up to the circle clock that was mounted on the wall. Fifteen more minutes until her lunch break was over. Not that she was counting down the minutes or anything.

Looking back down, her hand ran through her hair and sighed heavily. It was too early to be this sleepy. Her cheek rested sluggishly on her palm, fighting her eyelids so they wouldn't fall down. She let out an aspirated sigh as her fingers drummed lightly against the table. Her eyes closed slowly, and the mug that was in her hand dropped to the floor.

She instantly woke up with the crashing sound of the what was now, a broken mug. She cursed softly to herself, getting up from her chair picking the bigger pieces of broken glass. Standing up, she chucked it to the trash can and cleaned up the rest with a broom. "Damn. That good coffee, all put to waste" she mumbled softly to herself.

Sitting back on her chair, she ignored the vibrating phone in her pocket. Probably her mother, trying to "bond" with her again. Taking out the phone, she looked at the caller ID. Mom. Grunting softly, she tossed her phone into the trash can.