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teaandtomes
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teaandtomes
It seems most people dislike introductions. I am afraid I am not very original for I share in that sentiment. There isn't much one could say about me; at least nothing that would be of interest to anyone. My name is R.J. Lupin. You may call me Remus, if you like. Lupin would be fine too, however. Whichever you please, really.

I suppose that is all I can think up at the moment.

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notacoward
An introduction for the sake of telling you all who I am? How mundane and trite. I care not who you are, therefore I care not to disclose anything about myself which is no business of yours.

In keeping with what must be done, however, I’ll concede: my name is Professor Snape. Potions Master, Head of Slytherin House… Should these things mean nothing to you, I shan’t indulge your ignorance. I care not for having my time wasted, and there is nothing more time consuming than explaining to the ignorant what they don’t understand.

If, however, the situation is the contrary… then you’re no doubt well aware of who I am and what I do, therefore I see little point in further explaining myself.

This is clearly an exercise for the self-indulgent. I have nothing more to say that would be of any interest to you.


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pancake_master
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pancake_master
I hate group introductions. There's no way to tell exactly what your audience is interested in hearing and I don't think there's anything in particular that anybody needs to be told about me before meeting me one-on-one. I mean, there's the basics: my name's James Wilson and I'm an oncologist with a practice based at a teaching hospital in New Jersey. That doesn't really tell you much, though. I tend toward codependency but I'm not that great in long-term relationships -- I just went through my third divorce. I do have one long-term relationship that seems like it's not going anywhere, though. My best friend and I are sort of a two-for-one deal. If you know him, chances are good that you hate him. And even if you don't hate him, he probably hates you. I'm nice enough, but if you hang around me very much, I can't make any promises about how he'll treat you.



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wackyfriend
Hey, my name is Maria Deluca and I grew up in Roswell, New Mexico. Yes, that Roswell and no I haven't seen any little green men. My best friends growing up was Liz Parker and Alex Whitman. We did everything together and told each other everything, until Liz fell in love with Max.

Oh, I'm not blaming him. Okay maybe I'm blaming him a little for our lives changing, but not in the way you think. Liz and Max are destined to be together. I'm talking Romeo and Juliet destined to be together and nothing can interfere with that. Not even Max coming from the future

Besides I never would have met Michael if it wasn't for Max. Of course we never would have met Tess either. I wonder if I ever thanked Max for that. That was sarcasm in case you were wondering. Tess was a bitch and our lives improved hugely when she left. Tess murdered Alex and I'll always hate her for that. Okay, enough about that bitch and on to more pleasant topics.. me.

Liz and I graduated high school and then did the typical traveling around the country in a van thing with a bunch of friends. We're still traveling actually, but who knows, maybe we'll stop in Vegas some day. I always wanted to get a job as a lounge singer.
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isabelrusso
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isabelrusso
Oh look, the internet. Home of pornography, Google, chatspeak and the ever present "blogging" community. A long lived tradition, wherein you spend your time bitching and moaning about how hard life is. But instead of hoping your parents might crack open that sparkled pink diary for a glimpse, you share your thoughts for the entire world wide web to read. Of course, on an intimate setting like livejournal the only thing you have to really worry about is the handful of people on your friends list reading your thoughts on everything from song lyrics to cheese to how much your new Gameboy sucks. Well, you're wrong (not about the Gameboy, that might actually suck I don't know). I'm probably reading what you're writing, not that I spent too much time investigating cheese or song lyrics or even how much you hate Nintendo. That's right, it's time to break out your post graduate "Damn the Man" bumper stickers and keyrings because I'm the internet police.

No, really.

No one ever believes me when I tell them what I do. Not that the internet is the only place I work from, but it's always the best starting point. Maybe it's best that I leave it at that. I never really saw myself heading down this road after school, or leaving the town I grew up in but I guess you never really can estimate where life will lead you. As long as it doesn't lead you to the street corner living in a cardboard box with a three hundred pound wino named Bobo I'd say that you're doing okay. But what do I know? It took me a long time to realize that what you do doesn't define who you are. How impressive what you do sounds to your parents or your high school classmates. What it all boils down to is how happy life makes you, right? Did that sound convincing? I'm doing my best here.

I live in the city of Boston- home of the Red Sox (who cares, right? I sure don't), a plethora of Dunkin' Donuts, and light brites that the government accidently mistakes for bombs. I'm still bitter about that debaucle, you try standing outside in the freezing cold for two and a half hour while the subway officials herd you around like cattle, and we'll see how you feel about it. It's likely that your feelings won't be too far from mine.

I'm not really sure what there is to say. Hi. Introductions are always so boring. I'm really not paying attention to your's and you're probably not paying attention to mine. I'm Isabel, and I'm an alcohol.

And all of that's true except for the alcoholic part.
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kerfloopeywitch
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kerfloopeywitch
Hi, I'm Willow. *fidgets trying to think of something to say that won't make other people think she's crazy*

I travel a lot with my job. Okay, it's not really a job, kind of a calling. I mean not a calling like a destiny, I'm not destined for anything. Not like Buffy or Kennedy or Faith. They have a destiny and a calling. Me, I'm just someone that did the calling, or the activation. Except that sounds kind of like a cartoon with the whole "Power On" thing and it wasn't cartoony. Okay, maybe a little cartoony with my hair going all glowy, but not like Roadrunner with the anvil dropping on the head, or Bugs Bunny with Elmer Fudd.


Ummm.. did I mention I travel a lot?
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dr_rod_mckay
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dr_rod_mckay
Do I have do this? I mean, really?

*sighs*

Okay, I'm Doctor Rodney McKay. I'm a scientist - astrophysics and some other stuff I can't tell you about and you probably wouldn't believe even if I did.

My work is... classified. Highly classified, as in I'd-have-to-shoot-you-if-I-told-you classified.

And if anyone had told me the sort of things I'd end up doing before I went, I would probably have shot myself. Because I can now - having to deal with life-and-death situations constantly has taught me many things and shooting straight was one of them.

Working alongside the military was something else they neglected to mention. Oh I knew they were coming on... the little trip as well, but I didn't think I'd been working with them. Having said that, Colonel Sheppard is a smarter specimen than most. I know he has a high enough IQ for Mensa, for instance.

He's still a crap golfer though.

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loveisenough
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loveisenough
Christ, an introduction. I hate these things. People either ignore them completely, or get too interested and end up asking you questions you don't want to answer. It's the equivalent of "how are you?" for large groups. And honestly - when was the last time you answered that question and meant what you said?

Whatever.

I'm Alice Ayres. I'm 24. I'm sometimes stripper, sometimes waitress, depending on which one will get me more money at the time. I move around a lot. I lived in London for four years, but I'm from New York. I refuse to date a writer ever again. I use British slang because I lived there for so long, but still have an American accent. (Deal. That's not changing.) I smoke off and on. I love tea.

Seriously. You don't want to know any of this. You're skimming right now. Watch. I like it from behind best. Oh. You're reading now, aren't you?

I'm a waif. I'm nobody important, really. But at least I have a place to vent now. Looking forward to talking to you all and blah, blah, blah.
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tengoodyears
What is there to say?

I haven’t got a name because they aren’t real big on those where I come from. You’re known for what you do and that’s good enough for the folk I know.

I’m what most people like to call a demon but you see what I do isn’t anything like my counterparts. They just kill for the sake of it whereas I offer people deals - give them ten years of whatever it is they want in exchange for their soul.

I’m a businesswoman first and foremost, every man or woman who seals their deal with a kiss knows damn well what they’re getting into and it’s almost disheartening how many try to skip out on the deal.

At the end of the day it’s pointless because I’ll always find them and my dogs will drag their soul screaming and kicking back to me, a deal’s a deal at the end of the day. It’s the way it works, the rules are simple: I give you what you want for ten years and then your soul is mine.

I did have the pleasure of meeting John Winchester’s oldest boy. That Dean, he’s grown up mighty fine but the poor boy …so much pain, so much confusion, it almost broke my non existent heart.

He has to be the first person to refuse my offer and I was impressed considering what I’m capable of. I could have given him his father back and he’d be able to live ten good years until I came a knocking but no he turned me down.

Dean should have been an actor; he’s got the looks and the talents. I almost believed he was willing to sell his soul for his father’s life but then I look up and there’s a devil’s trap up above my head.

The rest as they say is history because he released me but only after I agreed to cancel a previous deal, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that kiss even if Dean would like to pretend it hadn’t happened.

So if there’s anyone out there looking to get something and they don’t mind giving up their soul at the end of ten years I can be found at any crossroads, all you have to do is call me and I’ll come running.

It’s been swell getting to know you.

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dr_greghouse_md
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dr_greghouse_md
I hate introductions. So, screw the introduction.

Ask me questions, instead. That way, you get to know only what you want to know, and I only have to waste my time with telling you what I want you to know.

Deal? Cool.

So. Shoot. Quickly. Before my boss comes and puts a dent in my fun.



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