Post by lacie delilah londres. on Sept 14, 2009 11:55:06 GMT -5
Lacie. Delilah. Londres !
[/color][/font]"she doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone feels like it's all coming down."
[/center]Damn that girl is SCANDALOUS !
[/color][/font]The role player[/center]
x AGE: blahh.
x GENDER: female.
x ROLE-PLAY EXPERIENCE: four years. <3
x OTHER CHARACTERS: none.. yet.[/size][/ul]
No good, you're up to NO GOOD !
[/color][/font]The character[/center]
x AGE: nineteen.
x GENDER: female.
x BIRTHDAY: july twentieth.
x SEXUALITY: straight.
x CAMPER OR COUNSLER: counselor.
x ACTIVITY YOU TEACH: drumming.
x RELATIONSHIPS: crushing.
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To tell the truth you're kind of HOT !
[/color][/font]The appearance[/center]
x EYE COLOR: blue-green.
x HEIGHT: five foot six.
x WEIGHT: one hundred and seventeen lbs.
x STYLE: rocker but classy at the same time. she loves her converse, but also her pair of heels. depends on her mood that day -- if she's lazy, or if she feels like
dressing up.
x TATTOOS: none.
x PIERCINGS: ears.
x OTHER: boop..? xD[/size][/ul]
When you open up to talk I can feel them going SOFT !
[/color][/font]The personality[/center]
x DISLIKES: animal abuse, having a song stuck in her head, sunny days, people that are too happy, war, lying, medicine, grape-flavored gatorade, mirrors, herself, papercuts, blood.
x STRENGTHS: scetching fashion designs, writing, socializing, analyzing people.
x WEAKNESSES: lying, looking at herself in a mirror, forgetful, clumbsy.
x HABITS/QUIRKS: painting her nails when she's bored, writing anytime she gets, playing her guitar../biting her lip, not able to look someone in the eye for very long.
x FEARS: mirrors, the dark, spiders, loud; weird noises.
x GOALS: become a musician, publish atleast one book, become skinnier.
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You're the kind of person I'd take home to mom if my momma was DEAD !
[/color][/font]The history[/center]
x FATHER: jonathan, fourty three, painter
x SISTER(S): sandra, nineteen, goes to college (is her twin)
x OTHERS: none.
x HOMETOWN: montréal, québec.
x GIVE US THE STORY:
let's start off with.. my parents? oh, well.. louise and jonathan londres. yeah, they were married before they had me and my sister. my sister and i are actually twins, but sometimes we do our hair and such different because we don't like people to mix us up. i like lighter hair, so i dyed it lighter. i like it like that. i think dad does, too. he doesn't like the fact that i have my mom's hair. he says that he's never liked my mom's hair. he was disappointed when my sister and me came out with mom's hair. but i dye it lighter and he compliments me once and a while; tells me it's nice like that because he never liked mom's hair. i tell him that i know. i kind of dye my hair lighter for my dad. i like his attention. it's nice. he never really had any time for me and my sister, he was always busy with work. mom says that's why that she filed for a divorce five years ago; because he never had time for her anymore and they were fighting all the time and she didn't want me and my sister to hear any of it anymore. we always used to hear it, even if we blocked our ears with our pillows. mom and dad were always really loud. my dad used to tell my mom he thought she was cheating, too. my mom didn't like that. my mom's not a cheater. not on guys, not in games. she doesn't like to cheat. i think my dad just wanted to defend himself a lot of the time when she said he never had time for us anymore. she was right about that--and she said that he never told her he loved her anymore. my sister and i know it's true, but he always denies it. he says he still loves her, but in the friendly way. i don't think dad loves mom at all anymore. anyways.
like i said, i used to be bullied when i was younger for being too fat. i never had a lot of friends because of that. my sister did, though. i wonder if that's why my parents liked me better, if it was because she had more friends then me and they saw it and they felt bad so they gave me more attention then her. my sister used to scream at me because i used to get all the attention from dad and stuff. whenever he was there at home before my mom filed for a divorce, he always wanted to tell me things, to talk to me. and he always took me places when my sister had to go other places and he left her out a lot. my sister didn't like that. once, when i was, i think.. nine? she hit me because she was so mad. but it's over now. we hardly see dad so it doesn't matter. mom isn't as important to us as dad is, because he's around so rarely, you know? and.. high school was okay. i mean, i'm glad to be out of it, for sure. it was a place that wasn't very nice. the bullying was even more, but now because people said i was too thin. i ignored it because i knew and still know that it's not true. i'm fat as a pig and i'm not pretty at all. a lot of guys tried to go out with me, but i never let them. i always told them that i didn't have time to go out on dates and stuff. they asked why and i told them that i had homework. they always used to laugh and roll their eyes at that.
but one time.. i think it's gotta be the worst memory that i have. i hate it, i hate it, i hate it. one time.. my friend tracee asked me if i wanted to go to a party. and my mom was out with her friend that night and i didn't have anything to do and my sister was going and i don't like being alone in the house so i said yes. and this one guy, i don't even know his name. but he had sex with me without my permission. ..rape? that's what it's called? okay. so the guy raped.. me. and i didn't like it. i screamed and told him to stop but he just kept going. and at the end he said that i was pretty and that he loved me. it was weird because i'd never seen the guy before. like, ever.. and i screamed for help again. and he hit me and told me to shut up and to never tell anyone about it. so i didn't. well, until now. so don't tell anyone? he's going to be angry if i do. and uhm.. well, i guess that's it.[/size][/ul]
I dig your phanny-pack, riding low behind your BACK !
[/color][/font]The extras[/center]
x ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:[/size][/ul]
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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK, BUT NOW
I'M HUNGOVER I LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER IS OVER. WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT
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lacie had been born in nashvile, tennessee, and she'd wanted to go back there on tour ever since she'd become a musician. she had an okay childhood; her father and mother used to fight every night since she and her twin were three. they could hear them down the stairs, yelling at eachother and saying words that even the three-year olds knew weren't friendly words, and even though the two couldn't quite understand why their parents were fighting or what they were saying, they'd cry and hug eachother tight. it was about the only time that lace and her sister would actually become vunerable to each other and open up; her sister had hated her ever since they were born. it became clear after about a year that their father favored lacie over her twin -- he spent more time with her trying to get her to say daddy, while their mother was forced to give her sister the attention that their dad didn't. when she was thirteen, her mother and father finally divorced. ten years of fighting definitely wore out the family's bond, making it strained and unnatural -- everything was forced. her mom's fake smile when lacie spoke about what her dad had done with her the previous weekend, the act her sister had to put up around their parents to lacie. she tried to make her dad see what he was doing to her twin, but he never did. and eventually, she gave up.
music was her outlet. when ever she needed to vent, she wrote down lyrics feverishly until her anger and sadness and just.. feelings were gone and she was calm again. it was where she went after the days at school, being bullied because she was chubby, it was where she went after her sister had screamed at her, after her mother gave her another fake smile. eventually, all of that seemed to add up, and she was signed to a new record label with her best friend, justin parker. he didn't judge her by her weight like other kids did. he didn't say she was ugly, he said she was average, and that they'd be best friends forever. of course, none of that actually came true -- lacie still saw herself as ugly, even though boys were practically throwing themselves at her now, and they weren't really best friends any more. they were both too busy -- justin was signed to a record company as well. actually, he was signed to the same label as she was; only the producers kept them away from eachother most of the time, because he had started to drink and such. he was the label bad boy, and she the label good-girl. they weren't supposed to mesh, but they did.. in private. the two wrote lyrics together, and sometimes met up where they knew the paparazzi didn't know about. the last time lacie had seen justin, she'd asked him to stop drinking, and a few days ago, she'd found out that he hadn't. so his consequence? this trip.
lacie had told him that she wanted him to come to one of her concerts; that it was a big, big concert for her. she had to lie to him -- she hated to lie to people, but she knew that it was for his own good, so she did it sufficiently and it worked. justin believed her.. and now they were on a plane to nashville when he thought they were going to new york. they had the curtains closed, so even if he did recognize the land, he couldn't see it, and lacie had him occupied. she was chatting up a storm with him, always throwing in a new subject so he wouldn't get bored and wonder what was taking so long, even though he wasn't talking back. finally, the plane landed, and she smiled at justin warmly before taking her things and getting off first. he followed, and when he saw where he was, he swore at her. lacie was expecting his rage, but it hurt her heart a little all the same. she winced. justin, come on. it's not that bad. she tried to convince him, looking at his radiating features in the sunlight and falling more in love with him. yes, she was in love with justin parker -- which technically made her another obsessed fangirl, but she hoped she wasn't that to him. granted, that was if he ever found out. she doubted he would; she'd been hiding her feelings for a few years now, ever since he'd helped her out after her rape.
she followed him quickly when he walked away from her angrily, some stabbing guilt in her heart with every step he took. i'm sorry, she whispered as he put his stuff in the trunk of the truck. she dumped her stuff aswell and sat in the passenger seat, justin seated between her and his aunt, whom she was on very good terms with. your aunt and i thought it would be a good idea for you to stay here for a few weeks.. at your-our- real home. you know. get a little county for once. she gave him a keen look, smiling softly. you'll thank us, believe me. she said with a nod, looking out the window and resting her elbow on the side of the door, her chin in the palm of her hand. lacie closed her eyes, letting a sigh escape her lips. she was beyond tired.
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[/quote]STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: 951. <3
OUTFIT: eh. imagine a simple black graphic tee with skinny jeans and checkered black and white converse.
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
THE CREDITS !
[/color][/font][/center]'Sup skanks.
This application was made by koko! of CAUTION!.
So, don't steal it. Cause if you do, Koko is gonna getcha.
Oh, and the lyrics are so copywrite to Cobra Starship.[/size]
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