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Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them.

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MessageSujet: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Sam 3 Juin - 17:46


ROSALEEN HEAVEN PRINSLOO. FT. JENNIFER LAWRENCE
Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?
28 ans
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Hétérosexuelle
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Cybercriminalité
Rosaleen est née en 1989, le 27 Mars très exactement à Greeneville dans le Tennessee. Elle a toujours été très active et sportive, elle a d’ailleurs fait de la gymnastique de ses 5 ans à ses 17 ans. Elle n’est tombée concrètement amoureuse qu’une seule fois dans sa vie, il s’agissait de Garrett, elle avait 18 ans et lui en avait 20. Elle est resté 6 ans en couple avec lui et ne l’a jamais oublié même après être partie de Greeneville. Rose s’est faite violée il y a presque 5 ans (fin 2012), elle n’a rien dit à personne. Elle a simplement contacté sa tante infirmière pour savoir quoi faire après ça. Elle est tombée, sans s’en rendre compte, dans la boulimie. Elle a fait comme si de rien était pendant des mois. Quand sa tante est venue la voir quelques mois après son viol elle a détecté sa boulimie et l’a immédiatement fait hospitalisée secrètement. Seule sa famille et Noah sont au courant. Elle est resté 1 an en centre dans l'état de New-York, avant de sortir et vivre chez sa tante au même endroit. Au bout d’un mois elle avait déjà replongé. Sa tante l’a remise en centre. Quand elle est sortie, Rosse n’osait plus bouger de chez sa tante, elle y a vécu presque 3 ans. Récemment sa tante lui a conseiller de quitté l'état de New-York de reprendre sa vie et de revenir à Greeneville auprès de ce qu’elle aime et c’est ce qu’elle a fait, en trouvant par la même occasion un nouveau poste de Consultante en cybercriminalité pour la police.

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(F) MEILLEURE AMIE + Elles sont pareille, complémentaire et se disent tout. Elles étaient meilleures amies avant que Rose ne déserte la ville mais elle n'ont jamais rompu cette amitié.

(M/F) COLOCATAIRE + Vivre seule ce n'est plus pour Rose, elle ne se sens pas de rester seule trop longtemps, c'est pour cela qu'elle a posté une annonce pour trouver un ou une colocataire de son âge.

(M) CONFIDENT + Rose lui dit tout, ou presque puisqu'elle ne lui a pas parler de sa boulimie pourtant il va grandement la questionner sur ses années d'exil.

(F) AMIE D'ENFANCE + Elles se connaissent depuis toute petite, grâce à l'école ou leurs familles et elles s'adorent. Malgré le temps rien n'a changé.

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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Sam 3 Juin - 17:47

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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


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intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Sam 3 Juin - 17:50

SARAH PRINSLOO
petite soeur
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

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like a sister
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”


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intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Sam 3 Juin - 17:53

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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Sam 3 Juin - 19:24

ne m'oublies pas (a) d'ailleurs il faut que je t'ajoute aussi youpi

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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Sam 3 Juin - 23:43

hehe
Il va falloir que l'on s'organise un rp tous les deux coeur
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 4 Juin - 2:28

Bien sûr noah tu es la prochaine sur ma liste  youpi coeur

Oui Garrett c'est obliger on voit ça très vite en mp  bisous
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 4 Juin - 9:09

je t'ajouterais pour ma maj coeur1 cela te tente un rp ?! wahou

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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 4 Juin - 11:05

Avec grand plaisir on en parle en mp ?
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 4 Juin - 11:42

ok dans ce cas j'attends ton mp youpi

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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 4 Juin - 11:49

Bon me v'là! :siffle: le fait qu'elle se soit fait violer et qu'elle ait été internée à l'hôpital est intéressant par rapport à Cam puisque sa petite soeur vit à l'hôpital depuis des années du coup ils auraient pu se connaître par ce biais? En se croisant au détour d'un couloir ou quelque chose comme ça?
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 4 Juin - 12:04

Elle a pas été interné a Greenville, elle a quitté l'état, je crois que j'avais parler de l'état de New York mais je l'ai pas mis dans ma présentation (je vais le rajouter dans ma fiche ici)
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 11 Juin - 16:13

'jour, je sors avec ta petite soeur donc je suppose qu'on doit se connaître.
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Dim 11 Juin - 22:14

Bah voui je suppose aussi qu'on se doit de se connaître enfin si c'est récent ont va se rencontrer parce que Rose revient après 4 ans d'absence
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Lun 12 Juin - 14:35

Effectivement les deux ne sortent ensemble que depuis deux ans alors ils n'ont pas du faire connaissance encore. Après je sais pas, tu verrais plutôt du négatif ? Du positif ? Du neutre ? En sachant que le rêve de sa soeur est de s'engager, d'avoir des enfants et que Tyler n'est clairement pas prêt pour ça et refuse même d'y penser.
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MessageSujet: Re: Rosaleen H. Prinsloo * I can't live without them. Lun 12 Juin - 14:50

Bah si elle voit sa soeur heureuse elle va l'accepter mais elle peut penser pour elle que c'est pas le bon quoi mais sans pour autant le dire
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