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Miranda Jules

WIP (blah i have to bolt but i'll finish the bio, likes and dislikes, and other things later)

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a character in “Esther County's Camp for Delinquents”, as played by lilylicious

Description

Miranda Jules


"Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid."



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Name:
Miranda Nichole Jules
Age:
26 as of June 5th
Gender:
Female
Role:
Head Secretary
Hair Color:
Sandy--almost golden-- blonde. Darker towards the roots.
Eye color:
Miranda loves to say that the color of her eyes "morphs". The majority of the time, her eyes can be labeled as hazel, watery green rimmed by brown, streaked with blue, accented with a golden color that's almost yellow.
Appearance:
Standing at 5'8 and weighing 130 lbs, Miranda is the average height and weight for her age. She, however, doesn't eat the healthiest. As a matter of fact, campers often try to bribe her into giving them a share in the plethora of donuts and candy that always seem to be spread out over her desk. She constantly making jokes about how morbidly obese she would be if she didn't jog every morning. Miranda's wardrobe doesn't include much finesse, but there is enough nice clothing to assist her in coming off as professional to the delinquents and their parents when she is roaming about camp grounds. This wardrobe includes mostly nice jeans, blouses, t-shirts, jean and leather jackets, and high heels. She does, however, have a single pair of sneakers, which she does wear when there is no one to impress, not that shoes really ever make a big impact on her. She mostly roams around her office either barefoot or in socks. Somewhere in her closet, she is convinced, there is a dress, but she hasn't worn it once in her life because 'they're impractical.' Her hair is its natural shade, though she's dyed it more colors than she can count on one hand, and perhaps two. When she was 12 she tried teal and purple highlights, the next color being auburn, then brown, then platinum blonde. Pink, black, bright red, and after that she loses track. Makeup as a concept isn't altogether foreign to Miranda, though she doesn't thoroughly enjoy putting on makeup very much. In the morning she'll dab on some lip gloss, concealer, and mascara (maybe even some blush if she's feeling super ris-kay), but she very rarely applies anything more than that.


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Personality:
There are two major aspects of Miranda's personality; the witty, fun, and kind-- albeit a bit sarcastic-- side of her, and the closed-off, calm and collected side of her. There's one large difference between the two, though. See, the witty side of her is how she really is, the cool and collected side is more of a show that she puts on, a hardened mask that she hopes make her look more perfected to those surrounding her.

Miranda rarely shows her witty, natural to the campers, though if they'd bother to talk to her, then they might be able to experience her true personality in all its grandeur. Real Miranda's favorite things on the planet Earth have got to be that's-what-she-said jokes. Immature, she knows, but they're one thing that she never seemed to outgrow. Her and her sister told them to each other at the most inappropriate of times, and even when they didn't make sense, they always were a riot that reduced both of the blonde girls down to tears of laughter and aching stomachs. She's a bit awkward, true, because the whole world seems a joke to her. It's one thing that she used to positively hate. She tries to be a good friend and all, but if somebody bursts into tears, it's all she can do to keep a straight face while she pets their back. How is she not supposed to laugh? Wondering how other people do it consumes a lot of her time, like, those little hiccuping noises that they make and the way that their faces scruch up and make any level of beauty disgruntlingly hideous, it cracks her up every time. Real Miranda loves the world, loves herself, and loves her job even though she hates it because, even though working with all the campers is one of the most frustrating things on the face of the earth, some of the kids are seriously funny, and as long as she can pick the sociopaths away from the ones who she can talk to, she's sure that she'll have a good time.

At least, that would be if there wasn't that other side of Miranda lurking behind everything that she did, every good-intentioned thought shadowed with a serious one.

After her sister died, distant Miranda has been lurking there, and being stuck behind a desk at a camp full of delinquents? That really did nothing to squelch the ugly, knotted, artificial aspect of her. All the letters that she writes out to parents, how crisp and formal and in actuality, utterly boring they sound? That pretty much sums up this part of her. She's pretty much transformed part of herself into, well, a secretary. A hardened, unamused secretary. She stares at everyone over the frames of her glasses-- something that real Miranda would never wear, she has a strict contacts-only rule--, reigning down with an iron fist upon campers who misbehave. It physically hurts her, if she's to be honest, and one time while she was lecturing a girl about how no, it's not okay to light your freaking friend's hair on fire when the poor little pyromaniac burst into tears. Miranda promptly burst out in apologies, and in order to keep herself from laughing at the other girl's expense (this one was a particularly ugly crier, as she noted) she busied herself getting the girl all of the candy that she had in her office. Miranda was sure that the girl and her friends feasted on the stuff later, but she couldn't bring herself to reclaim it once the girl was gone and she had put her mask back on.

Birthmarks, Scars, and Other Marks:
Miranda has a tattoo of the letter "C" on her left ankle. C for Carolina. She also has a long scar along the back of her head from when her and Carolina were playing outside as kids and she fell onto the pavement.
Secrets:
She was 17 when it happened. Her sister was two years younger than her, and severely bullied. Miranda was her sister's only friend, but as almost any other high school senior, she had dreams beyond her family's little white picket-fence, and she wanted to go to college. Her and her sister, who's name is, by the way, Carolina, got into a huge fight over it. Carolina wanted Miranda to stay until she finished high school, but Miranda definitely didn't want to waste two perfectly good years lolly-gagging for her little sister. The fight ended with Carolina saying that if Miranda left, she would kill herself. Miranda, not understanding how deadly serious her sister was being, left for college, and not two days later, she got a phone call saying that her baby sister was dead. She immediately dropped out of college and still can't forgive herself not only for causing the death of the person she loved the most, but also for letting it upset her academic life.
Likes:
  1. oranges
  2. coffee
  3. donuts
  4. Twizzlers
  5. the color turquoise
  6. reading
  7. long showers
Dislikes:
5 or more
Skills:
5 or more
Weaknesses:
5 or more
Fears:
3 or more
Bio:
Miranda was born into a dreadfully boring family, one brother who had aged 5 years old when she saw her first glimpses of the real world at the fragile age of newborn, and was soon to have a sister, not 2 years after Miranda herself was born. She had a mother and a father, a nice, little house in a respectable neighborhood where everyone's lights went on at 7:30 and back off at 9:00 with a white picket fence and even a dog named Rex. (WIP)
Other:
  1. Miranda has two ear piercings (one on the lobe and one on the cartilage).
  2. She considers herself a homoromantic bisexual, because even though she finds herself attracted to both genders, she thinks that she could only ever truly love a girl.
  3. Miranda has commitment issues.


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So begins...

Miranda Jules's Story

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Astrid sighed as her car hit some bumps in the gravel road. She could have been doing so many better things than just babysitting a bunch of delinquents at camp, but she was already stuck here for a month of her summer. She sighed again, giving this one a more dramatic edge to it. How long was the drive anyway? As if on cue, a sign up ahead read "Esther County Camp" without any cheesy sugarcoats like "Have a magical summer!". It was a good, straightforward sign. Astrid's car stopped as she pulled into a small dirt parking lot. Could Esther County not afford pavement? She stared at the camp's outside view. It looked like prison. One huge fence wrapped around the entire camp, barbed wires decorating the top. Astrid chuckled. She guessed the delinquents had attempted escape a couple of times.

Astrid took a deep breath and hopped out of her car. She put a happy smile on her face, a mask she didn't intend to take off. She walked through the dirt and muck to the front gate, a welcome center sitting in the only opening in the fence. She figured you walk through the center to actually get in the camp, so she pushed open the doors and stepped in, some alarm going off at her presence. Metal detector... A security guard rushed to stop her, but she pulled out her badge, which had slipped down into her shirt. It was a little plastic piece of paper on a lanyard that read "Astrid Kingston- Counselor". It saved her skin for when the security guard saw it, he stopped.

"Sorry, ma'am. We position guards to check the doors, but you're early so we hadn't had anyone here yet." Ma'am? Astrid was liking this already.

"It's okay, chief," she said, smiling. "Sorry I came too quickly."

He directed her to the girl's cabin. She'd have to be rooming with... delinquents... She shivered at the thought. What if they killed her in her sleep? Astrid knew there wasn't a very big chance of that, but she figured to be on her guard just in case. She threw her stuff on a top bunk and sighed. "This is going to be a long month..."

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Josh sat in the back of his parent's car, feeling like a child. They had taken away almost everything from him after his little shoplifting incident; his car, his phone (which they gave back for camp, but erased all his contacts), and all other means of entertainment or connection. Josh and his parent's hadn't spoke to each other the whole ride down, save Josh's occasional "Can you turn the radio up?" Was he mad about his parents sending him to correctional camp? Of course. Josh could fend for himself, sure, but he didn't want to be locked away with a bunch of other delinquents...

The car pulled to a stop in front of the camp, which didn't look very pleasant. His parents got out of the car. He was hesitant, but finally unbuckled and stepped out. He had a horrible feeling about this, but his parents obviously didn't for they walked right to the welcome center and stepped right in. Josh looked back, staring at the outside world for one last time. "Goodbye, cruel world," he muttered before stepping in and having an alarm almost deafen him. The security guard was on him in a second, ordering him to empty his pockets. Josh knew exactly what had set the alarm off and groaned, pulling it out and dropping it, letting it skid across the floor. The security guard picked it up and looked at it. A pocket knife... The security guard stuck it in his pocket.

"Lift your arms please," he ordered. A pat down? Was this necessary?! Josh shot his parents a pleading look, but they just shook their heads. Josh groaned and lifted his arms, looking back at his parents.

"You're locking me in a camp with a bunch of delinquents. I wasn't going to use it, but it'll make me feel better just to have it." His parents shook their heads. Once Josh was able to go, his parents didn't even hug him.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, son," was all that his father said before turning and leaving, the doors shutting behind him. Josh sighed. Marvelous...

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Astrid watched the other girls walked in from her place in the top bunk. She was concealed by her position, sitting in a way she was a bit hard to see from below. Deciding she wasn't in the mood to get someone's bags thrown on her, she sat up, her lanyard almost flopping off her neck. She looked (attempting not to glare) at the delinquents below. They were definitely not people she intended to make friends with, but to avoid being stabbed to death in her sleep, having her throat slit, or any other creative ways these things would kill her, she put on a happy, friendly face.

She watched as they were already fighting with each other, acting like idiots. How the heck would they last a month together in this prison camp? Some seemed to be making conversation, so she decided not to intrude. Just let them make friends and be done.

Hopping down from her bunk, she wriggled her nose, eyeing the girls around her in the cabin. She allowed her lanyard to fall into her shirt, hiding her name tag in which she wouldn't be persecuted for being a Counselor- what they didn't know didn't hurt them.

She grabbed her iPod from her pocket and shoved her headphones in her ear, Coldplay "Fix You" almost instantly blasting in her ears at maximum volume. She had heard horror stories about how she would go deaf if she kept it that loud, but she really couldn't care less about stupid people's opinions. She quickly corrected herself in her mind. Be NICE. She gnawed on her lip, quite in the mood for some sort of frappe, but she doubted she'd find a Starbucks in a prison camp- not even for the Counselors, who were supposed to get "special treatment". That was bull crap.

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Stepping into the cabin, he let the musty smell flow into his nostrils. He began heading to the bunk where his things were sitting when he realized someone else was in the cabin, sitting on the bunk above his. Startled, Joshua jumped, but quickly regained his composure. "Sorry, didn't see you there," he said giving the guy a sort of smile, which, due to his mood, was mainly just a quirk of his upper lip.

He hopped onto his half of the bunk and snagged his dead phone, tapping it with his thumb as if to preform CPR. At least others may have been able to bring technology. He was going to die here, suffering, without any communication with the outside world. Josh brought his knees up to his chest and exhaled, wondering what was happening outside. Were his parents feeling bad they locked him up in this horrible place?

Of course not.

Josh sighed, rummaging through his bag, wrinkling up neat, folded clothes that his mother had packed. Oh, would she have laundry to do when he got back or what! Sure, he was nineteen, he could do it himself, but when getting home he would just want to curl up in his bedroom and take a long nap, watching all the TV show episodes he missed. He felt a bit happier, reminding himself there would be an end to this nightmare, a month with no technology but a dead phone. Then a thought occurred to him- why not ask the other delinquent in the room if he could borrow a changer, assuming he had one? Josh counted the odds the stranger would be willing to choke his belongings up to a random guy, but maybe he could ease the guy into it with conversation.

"So," Josh began, awkwardly, "what are you in for?"