It's official, so I'm happy. :) <333

Business at the bar has been slow, suprisingly. I'd have thought that it'd be a bit more active on weekends. O.o


S
xx

For some reason, my parents want me to go visit or something, so I'm having to leave for a week. *eyeroll*
Shall be back next Monday or something. Dont have too much fun without me!

lol
S
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After a mini-break of sorts, I am back and having more fun than ever...though since when has work been fun?
I've spent a little time with Brendon, the fail!gician, which has been highly enjoyable, and I think I may have claimed him, if he doesn't mind. :)

Love Sonny

OOC
Computer down, also on holiday. Will find some way to get back on in the near future. Apologies to all those who I usually rp with.
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Georgia (aka Sonny)
xxx

Hey guys, major problems with my wireless connection this week, big apologies, I've only been able to rp once or twice. Hopefully it'll all be sorted by the weekend. :S
To all new members, I have yet to add you on AIM, but will get round to it when everything is fixed.
To those I HAVE managed to talk to, thank you for being patient, and I'll see y'all later.
Love
G
xxx

OOC:


Name: Georgia!
Screen name: (same as chara's) skrillm
Time zone: London GMT

IC:


Character's name: Sonny Jonathan Moore

Character's age: 18

Character's sexuality: Bi, gradually turning gay. XD

Character's journal: livingemo

Character's AIM screen name: skrillm

Character's job: Bartender/Prostitute

Where do we know your character from?: Used to front From First To Last, Electronica artist.

Picture of your character (linked, not embedded): http://www.sprintusers.com/wallpapers/uploadedfiles/092706sonny7.jpg

Character bio (minimum of five hundred words):
Sonny never knew his real mother and father, as he was adopted at a very early age. His 'parents' were the usual couple. In their forties, a working husband and a housewife. They were always good to Sonny, and he could thank them for the good manners and niceties he used to have. He was never told he wasn’t their real son until he was in his teens, when a rumour went around at his workplace. At first, he brushed it aside, but then things became apparent, like their lack of things in common and the way they both had light brown hair and his was a dark, dark shade. He confronted his 'parents', and it was confirmed. He freaked out. Ran away and stayed at a friend's for almost 3 months, hardly going anywhere, hardly speaking to anyone, pissed off at himself and his parents. To this day, he wonders why his real parents didn’t want him and what they're doing now. If their even still alive.
At school he was popular, quite soft-spoken and very intelligent. Teachers liked him, students liked him, many looked up to him. He got a scholarship to a very prodigious school, but never took the opportunity to go and get it for himself. He got into the wrong groups, and missed his interview with them. He wasn’t invited back. Sonny was always in higher level Maths and Science classes, but lacked at the more practical things such as History. From his first year all the way up to the age of 15, he had straight A's and A*'s, never once dropping below 90% in tests. He was every parent's dream son.
After a while, that began to change, and he gathered a rather bad reputation for himself, after dealings with drugs and a small situation with a group of older teens, involving robbing a corner store. He enjoyed the sense of danger that came with these guys, constantly being stopped by the police because they looked shifty. He changed his look to fit in with them. His hair went long and black, and he got piercings illegally. Finally, his adoptive parents couldn’t stand him anymore, and he got psychically removed from the house, never to return. He was too far gone to care at that point, and never looked back. All he remembers of that night was stumbling out of the house with his bags and flipping his parents off as he climbed into a cab. Sonny's reputation (And an ASBO or two…) meant he couldn’t get a job in LA, where he'd lived for the last 15 years of his life, and so he stole until he had enough to start travelling.
He went around the rest of California, and eventually wound up in Vegas. He immediately fell in love with it, and after a heated evening in a large bar, Sonny was offered money for his body. It took him about 10 minutes to think it over, then agreed. After all, money is money. It just carried on from there, he began to sell himself at night, and got a day job at a bar or a restaurant. He's been in Las Vegas for nearly a whole year now, and has just discovered El Cortez. It's perfect for him. Bar work during the day, and at night, many rich men and women for him to toy with.

Etc:


Examples of RPing (at least two):

Sonny sat on the corner of the street, a cigarette between his fingers. It was dark, and the only light came from a dying streetlight. Several cars went past, a couple of them catcalling at him, and whistling. He batted his eyelashes and winked, but didn’t bother to get up. He was done for the night, as far as he was concerned. A loud sound brought him out of his thoughts; he'd been dreaming about his bed and some good sleep. The sound was a window opening, and he looked up and around, trying to figure out where it had come from. He immediately caught sight of a man leaning out of a window on the fourth floor of a block of flats. The peculiar thing was, that he was watching him.
"Hey, babe, want some of this?" he giggled, calling up to the man, and tugging at his shirt. "I'm cheap." A total lie, but it reeled people in.

(Reply…)

Sonny giggled as the window closed, and sunk back onto the curb. Another turn-down. What a surprise.
He really needed to get off of the street corner, and find somewhere big and in-your-face. A hotel maybe, or a main walkway. This time of night, the city should be crawling with hookers and people willing to pay for a night with them. Yet, Sonny had got little over 2000 dollars lately, and so was not doing too well.
He sighed, finished his fag, and got up, dusting the dirt from his ass and legs. He started off towards the main walkways, deciding to head home for the night. He wasn’t going to get much more luck tonight, and to be quite honest, he hadn’t really tried. It was an 'off-night', as he liked to call them.