Condrey, Christina Lynn
Jun 13, 2011 19:48:04 GMT -5
Post by jessie01 on Jun 13, 2011 19:48:04 GMT -5
christina lynn condrey.
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/ i want to voice this out loud[/b] Christy was in college during these years. She had her first true love and had a good time finding herself in this time period. It was something that she needed to do to get away from her family. During this time she moved to Chicago to go to school and see new things.
full name. Christina Lynn Condrey
stage name. Christy Lynn
nicknames. Christy, Chris, Cricket, Snuggles
age dob. forty-one years old, born on October twenty –eight of nineteen sixty nine.
gender. Female
sexual orientation. Straight/heterosexual
career. tv/film actor & just breaking into directing
hometown. San Francisco, California
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 5 ft 6 in
eyes. Blue green
hair. dark blonde
build. slender
distinguishing features. Her smile, chin, and hairstyle
play-by. Jennifer Aniston
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves.hates.
- Art – Christy is a fan of art. She draws, sketches, paints, and is learning pottery and clay work. She enjoys the art galleries and museums. Many nights you will find her upstairs on her patio sketching and relaxing. Many people always say that she is a good artist but she does not believe so. You will find many of her art pieces in the house.
- Wine – Wine is something that is always in the house. Christy has a glass of wine once a night. She has over 50 bottles of wine in your cellar. She goes to the wineries every summer to go wine tasting with friends and family. Everyone calls her names about her wine collection but when they have a taste of the wines they always take it back. She has a balanced taste between white and red wines.
- Traveling – Christy is always known to be gone traveling. She likes to go to foreign countries and see new things and experience different things. When she is gone though she is hardly just on vacation, a lot of the time she is out doing work filming or doing charity work for those that need the help. Recently she just got done helping out in Japan.
- Jogging & Exercise – This girl runs every morning at 5 am no matter what. If you went to bed with her I can promise you that you will be waking up by yourself. She runs to clear her mind and to exercise to keep your body looking young. Many people of commented on her body saying that she looks better than some of those new things that Hollywood is pumping out now.
- Sports – You will see this girl in front of the screen during games or at the stadium rooting for her team. She dolls up in the jerseys and jeans and even hats. She doesn’t care much about her girly touches during a game. Usually you will find a bottle of beer in a hand and chips and salsa throughout the living room during one of her party games.
- Entertaining – Christy Lynn is still known for throwing a few fun bashes every now and then. She likes to have fun with friends and a few drinks and music. Sometimes the bashes are low key with just a few people there and other times it’s a big blockbuster event. It just all depends on her mood.
- Comedy – Once a month she goes to the stand up comedies to have a good laugh. Sometimes she will be in on the acts and other times she will just sit quietly in the back sipping on a drink and having a good time with a few girl friends.
- Cooking – Every night she cooks dinner even if it is for herself. She would rather take the time to make a healthy meal rather than going to a restaurant. She believes that making your own food is the key to happiness. It makes you appreciate it because you take the time and energy to make it. She loves cooking for others too and not just for herself.
quirks.
- Feeling alone – even though Christy is a woman that always has people around her and she seems to be the happiest person in the world, she has this feeling where she will be alone for her life. She is over forty and divorced with no kids of her own. She feels like she is stuck and alone. One of her fears is dying alone.
- Negativity – Christy does not believe in negativity. If you or someone around her says something negative about someone she will walk up to you and tell you how rude you are. Basically she will make sure you feel only two inches tall. In her mind the people that get picked on and made fun of every day are heroes and brave and strong people because of the simple fact that they face every day out there and they tough it out.
- Cities – Her relationships with cities is bittersweet. She likes them to a point but after that she does not like them that much. She would rather live away from the city in a nice mountain area with trees and fields of open space. The city is always full of motion that she feels like she gets lost in it sometimes.
- Storms – many people will talk about how exciting and thrilling they are but Christy is terrified of them. She does not understand why people get a rush out of something that can be so deadly and harmful. Whenever there is a storm you will find her curled up with her blankets in her bath tub or in her bed depending on the storm.
- her family – Now don’t go thinking she is against families. She is just against her own. Her family told her that she would never make it in the acting world. They were never supportive of her and always thought that she would end up dropping out of high school or end up with a handful of kids. Her family also stirs up a lot of drama. The last big scandal about her divorce was because of her family selling information to magazines and cites and such.
aspirations.
secrets.
personality evaluated.
Christy Lynn Condrey is the girl next door as simple as that. This girl can be the high class and girly girl when she needs to be but she would rather but the simple and easy going self that she is. She knows how to laugh and crack jokes when everything is awkward and not going very well. Christy is the type of girl that is generally sweet and polite but sometimes especially when people upset her you can see a whole other nasty side of her.
At work, she tries to keep to herself. Drama and work don’t mix and that is why she keeps to herself. She will be nice and social to everyone else. You will always see her smiling and having a good time. She won’t speak about her private life. To her work and private are two different things. When she is in the dressing room, trailer or off by herself than that means simply that she needs her space and probably alone time.
In private though, she is an open book. She has her secrets and those she only spills to those that she truly trusts. When she tells you something that is really personal then you should be really privileged. In the comfort of privacy, she knows how to dress down and play the complete girl next door. Most of the time a lot of people probably would not have guessed how much money she has or that she is rich if her face wasn’t everywhere.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father.Joshua Mathew King, 68 , retired doctor.
mother. Lynn Abigail Smith-King, 65 , freelance interior designer.
siblings.George Alan King, 45, surgeon.
Ashton Lance King, 43, unemployed.
Rebecca Elizabeth King-Hamilton, 38, architecture, in a coma.
pets. Tootsie – teacup yorkie
other family. Hunter Edward King – 27 – Stunts man (Christy’s nephew, George’s son)
Elizabeth Mae King – 25 – Production Designer (Christy’s niece, George’s Daughter)
Shane Abigail King-Hamilton, 18, camera operator/director of photography (cinematographer), (Christy’s niece, Rebecca’s only daughter)
David Lee Condrey – 45 years old – film actor (Christy’s husband that she is divorcing well trying to)
history evaluated.
23-25 years old: During this time Christy moved to Los Angeles to continue on with career in advertising. At 24 years old, she meets her soon-to-be divorced husband at the Pier in Santa Monica. He was an actor and she thought he was totally out of her league. When she turned 25, she got married and moved in with her husband. She was in the peak in the advertisement industry getting big accounts while her husband was doing well acting.
26 – 28 years old: When she was 26, she found out that she was pregnant. She was so excited to hear about this but found out that her husband was not so much. David had told her that she needed to get an abortion or he would divorce her. Shortly after she turned 28 years old, she realized that she was not having fun in the advertising business. She was really interested in acting. Her husband thought it would be a good idea. This is when “Christy Lynn” was made.
29 – 39 years old Christy and her husband grew really distant. They didn’t enjoy each other and they were hardly near each other. When Christy was 35, she had an affair with a stunts man on one of her movies that she was acting on. Her husband found out and they separated from each other but reunited five months later. Christy started to bug David about having a family but he was still not ready. Christy was coming to 39 years old and she knew that it would be hard to get pregnant now.
40 years old to Present At 40 years old, Christy filed divorce papers but her husband was being the typical stubborn jackass and fighting it. Christy’s publicists just told everyone that Christy and David had finalized the divorce. Last year, Christy’s youngest sister got into a car accident leaving her in a coma. This past year Christy is still going through a divorce while helping her niece Shane make it in the film industry.
[/ul]/ christmas came early for me
alias. Jessie
years of rp experience. 7 yrs
other characters. n/a
how did you find us. used to be Viv deluca
roleplay sample.
Walking with the sea of people, Chase Bennett stood out like a sore thumb. Chase appeared to be like a zombie. He wasn’t paying attention to his actions or even to where he was. He was generally like this after a bad day at work but today was one of the worse days of his life. One of the days that he wished he was maybe an EMT rather than a freaking NYPD cop. He knew that things were hard and that life was not easy in this city but when something as bad as a kid dying in a drug bust gone wrong, he couldn’t help but hate himself. The worse thing was that he was the one that pulled the trigger. It was his finger and his eye that killed that kid that was only 15 years old. A kid that was barely in high school, who still had his whole life ahead of him but had it end short because of one stupid mistake. Chase didn’t mean to kill him. Chase didn’t even feel a thing when it happened. It was as if he was someone else somewhere else.
Without even knowing where he was going, Chase found himself walking into Mike’s Pub. It was a low key bar that an older man owned. Most of the NYPD hung out here. You would walk into the pub and feel the tension or excitement in the air but that was only when things were good. Most of the time people come here to either celebrate a marriage, promotion, or their kid’s graduation. Graduation a thing that Marco Hernandez, the kid that Chase killed, would never get to see. Shaking his head some to get that thought out of his head, Chase said the casual greetings to many of the people that he knew before taking a sit at the counter.
Mike the owner, a man of 65 with red hair and a smile that could compete with Santa Clause, could tell that Chase was not doing too well. He quickly grabbed a shot glass and filled that with Jack Daniels and then filled up a tall glass of beer from the draft. Chase nodded his head as he sat at the counter. His hands slowly moved on the wooden counter as Chase’s eyes were fixed on the golden elixir in front of him. It has been a long time since he really drank the hard liquor but then again Chase has never taken a person’s life. Yes, he had shot a criminal before but never a kid a mere child. Marco was younger than Chase’s sister who was seventeen. As Chase sat there the whole pub seemed to melt away as his mind went back to that crumpling apartment with the chipped paint walls and the warped floor boards.
Busting through the door, Chase could feel his partner and the rest of the backup squad behind him. It was his first drug bust that he was leading. The first walked into the tiny living room that had a couch that had a few tears and rips in it. Chase noticed that there was an old teddy bear one that he remembered Shane having as a little girl. He could recall that same bear still on her bed now. Moving his attention back to the task at hand which was to do the drug bust. This location was suppose to be where the dealers would divide and prepare the drugs for the big switch. On the coffee table there was bags or white powder that Chase knew was cocaine. It was quiet, Chase had a hard time telling if they were in the apartment or not. He could hear his heart beating through his chest as they turned the corner towards the kitchen. Gun pointed towards the ground and then quickly up in front of him when he saw three men in the apartment. Chase could tell that they were not really men they ranged from fifteen to twenty one.
Chase jumped back into the bar and took a deep breath. He ran his hands through his short blond curly hair as he lowered his head. It had been only four hours since he was told that the kid that he shot died on the way to the hospital. The other two had been handcuffed and charged. The kid was not suppose to die. It was not fair that a child that young had to die. Chase picked up the shot glass and downed it quickly hoping to chase the memories and thoughts and everything from early today out of his head.
“Hey Mike, keep those shots coming.” Chase said as he gently set the shot glass down on the bar. Chase’s blue eyes were a bit foggy and not clear. Earlier today in the locker room when Chase knew it was safe, he had cried. He would never admit it to anyone but he would never let anyone see him like that. But a lot of people probably knew with his slightly red eyes that tainted his eyes to a darker color. Chase reached out and held onto the glass of the beer. He could not feel the cold condensation melting from the glass and leaked onto his fingers. His eyes fixed slowly on the fuzz on top of the golden liquid of elixir that would make him go numb and possibly help him sleep tonight. The chief of the NYPD had told him that he done well and that he was not suppose to come back to work for three days to help him clear his mind and to help him recover. Basically it was code for Chase fucked up and they were investigating it. He was not sure if he was at fault or if he did the right thing. How could it have been the right thing when a kid was killed?
Without even knowing where he was going, Chase found himself walking into Mike’s Pub. It was a low key bar that an older man owned. Most of the NYPD hung out here. You would walk into the pub and feel the tension or excitement in the air but that was only when things were good. Most of the time people come here to either celebrate a marriage, promotion, or their kid’s graduation. Graduation a thing that Marco Hernandez, the kid that Chase killed, would never get to see. Shaking his head some to get that thought out of his head, Chase said the casual greetings to many of the people that he knew before taking a sit at the counter.
Mike the owner, a man of 65 with red hair and a smile that could compete with Santa Clause, could tell that Chase was not doing too well. He quickly grabbed a shot glass and filled that with Jack Daniels and then filled up a tall glass of beer from the draft. Chase nodded his head as he sat at the counter. His hands slowly moved on the wooden counter as Chase’s eyes were fixed on the golden elixir in front of him. It has been a long time since he really drank the hard liquor but then again Chase has never taken a person’s life. Yes, he had shot a criminal before but never a kid a mere child. Marco was younger than Chase’s sister who was seventeen. As Chase sat there the whole pub seemed to melt away as his mind went back to that crumpling apartment with the chipped paint walls and the warped floor boards.
Busting through the door, Chase could feel his partner and the rest of the backup squad behind him. It was his first drug bust that he was leading. The first walked into the tiny living room that had a couch that had a few tears and rips in it. Chase noticed that there was an old teddy bear one that he remembered Shane having as a little girl. He could recall that same bear still on her bed now. Moving his attention back to the task at hand which was to do the drug bust. This location was suppose to be where the dealers would divide and prepare the drugs for the big switch. On the coffee table there was bags or white powder that Chase knew was cocaine. It was quiet, Chase had a hard time telling if they were in the apartment or not. He could hear his heart beating through his chest as they turned the corner towards the kitchen. Gun pointed towards the ground and then quickly up in front of him when he saw three men in the apartment. Chase could tell that they were not really men they ranged from fifteen to twenty one.
Chase jumped back into the bar and took a deep breath. He ran his hands through his short blond curly hair as he lowered his head. It had been only four hours since he was told that the kid that he shot died on the way to the hospital. The other two had been handcuffed and charged. The kid was not suppose to die. It was not fair that a child that young had to die. Chase picked up the shot glass and downed it quickly hoping to chase the memories and thoughts and everything from early today out of his head.
“Hey Mike, keep those shots coming.” Chase said as he gently set the shot glass down on the bar. Chase’s blue eyes were a bit foggy and not clear. Earlier today in the locker room when Chase knew it was safe, he had cried. He would never admit it to anyone but he would never let anyone see him like that. But a lot of people probably knew with his slightly red eyes that tainted his eyes to a darker color. Chase reached out and held onto the glass of the beer. He could not feel the cold condensation melting from the glass and leaked onto his fingers. His eyes fixed slowly on the fuzz on top of the golden liquid of elixir that would make him go numb and possibly help him sleep tonight. The chief of the NYPD had told him that he done well and that he was not suppose to come back to work for three days to help him clear his mind and to help him recover. Basically it was code for Chase fucked up and they were investigating it. He was not sure if he was at fault or if he did the right thing. How could it have been the right thing when a kid was killed?
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