OOC: Christina Danielle Hill

Located on the 'Wanted Board'.

Christina Danielle Hill

Looking for someone to play Christian Hill's little sister, Christina.
PB optional, blondes preferred. This is the summer before her Freshman year of highschool, so she's either 14 or 15 years old, again, optional. She's an obscenely rich Daddy's Girl from one of the oldest families in Seaside, snob is an understatement.
Not reading this is not an option, this details her family and life: http://seaside-high.proboards.com/index.....hread=65&page=1
She's a future debutante (she'll be coming out at sixteen).
She's well-versed in social behaviors, she's not awkward.

Other details about her are optional, you can hit me with your ideas or ask me for mine. One thing I do ask is that anyone interested in playing this character send me a PM with a sample post in response to this post:

Light floods the foyer almost as soon as Christina steps into the house, shoes in-hand to avoid unneccesary noise as she sneaks through the little used west entrance. Any curiousity as to who has busted her arriving home at 3 in the morning is immediately assuaged by the appearance of her older brother, stepping from the shadows. He's fully and impeccably dressed, even at this time of morning, slate gray slacks less pressed than this morning perhaps, navy blue dress shirt sleeves rolled up his forearms, a matching satin-backed vest buttoned on top. He crosses the room toward Christina, his voice quiet, his expression even - save for the tell-tale vein throbbing just at the side of his neck.

He's clearly been drinking again.

"Where the hell have you been?" he demands, grabbing ahold of her arm and closing the door behind her carefully, turning the lock and resetting the alarm with his free hand. That done, he immediately returns his attention to his younger sister. "And don't bother lying. I already know you were down at the Cliff. A little whore, just like the rest of them." He releases her arm only long enough to push her against the door, his arm across her upper chest, his breath close enough for the alcohol vapors to assault her nose, his eyes red-rimmed.

"You think it's cute to run around at all times of night? At your age? You think that's smart? Huh?" He punctuates each question with a shove, pressing her harder against the door. "Are you trying to ruin the family name? That's what you're trying to do, isn't it? I'm not having it Christina. Not from you! I love you too much to let you throw your life away." And without any further preamble, he draws back his hand and smacks her hard across the face with the back of his hand, shoving away from the girl, breathing hard.

"See what you made me do? Now your pretty face is going to have a bruise, and that's nothing, because I love you. Those guys you fumble around in the dark with? You're just another poor little rich slut to them, they don't care about you, and they'll hurt you worse, you keep running around like a loose whore." He practically spits the last word at the smaller girl, glaring down at her. "What do you have to say for yourself? Or do you just not care about yourself, or what I think of you, your own flesh and blood?"

He crosses his arms, his eyes boring into hers, clearly awaiting a response. And from the look of things, it'd better be what he wants to hear, this is not a night for negotiating.

200 words is of course a requirement, and yes, this is what it's like being Christian's sister, everything about being rich isn't golden. Shoot me a PM if you're interested and up for it.

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