Post by ( amelia mimi lennon ) on Dec 18, 2008 11:56:40 GMT -6
little miss amelia mimi lennon is the newest talk in town!
who knew you could get so famous nowadays, you're the talk of town!
after trying so hard for nineteen years, here you are.
just fabulous right? and i heard you're planning to use mia as a fame name.
is it true there will be a day dedicated to you? july fifth is it? wow you're so lucky!
and are they making a statue in your honor? was it in london, england? i bet everyone will move there now.
you really do aim for the stars baby girl
JUST TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW.
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i really love your name. what did you say it was? is there a meaning behind it? i would love to know.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
my name? amelia mimi lennon. nothing special, no meaning to it whatsoever. my mum was a model and my dad was this huge business man, so they needed an attractive name for their new baby girl, who was already being printed on the front cover of the biggest newspapers. amelia they chose because my mum picked it from a baby book, just a random name she thought was cute. mimi i guess has a meaning. it was my late grandmothers name, and my mum had been pretty close to her. a keep the family tradition thing, you know. and lennon is just my last name. and no, before you ask, i am not a descendent of that music guy john lennon.
i kind of like my name. my first name, anyway. amelia is a pretty nice name, and there a lot of worse names i could have been called. i mean, take celebrities these days! apple and peaches. i mean, why subject your kid to that kind of torture? so i like my name. mimi is pretty cute too, though it’s a bit of a mouthful with amelia. because of all the ‘m’s’ amelia mimi. i don’t like my last name, though. i need to change it to my mum’s last name, torres, but she won’t let me. she says the least i can do for my father, if he calls himself a father, is to keep his last name.
when were you born? did you say where? but...where do you live now? [/font][/i][/COLOR]
i was born and bred in england, actually. on the fifth of july i was born to a hospital in the suburbs of london, a place named chelsea. all the houses in that state were pretty big, and it was a good place to live if you were rich and famous and wanted to live in london at the time. what did i like about chelsea? uhm. the people were pretty friendly, and of course everyone was famous so that was a big plus. it was clean, i guess, compared to some places. i didn’t like how everyone was so up themselves, so snobby. and how everyone always had these huge loud parties when i was like, five and couldn’t sleep. i’d love to live there again now i’m older, but we moved to boston, america, when i was seven years old. we lived there for a while, three or four years, until mum lost her job and her and dad were under strain. then we had our house repossessed and it all went downhill from there. we moved to oregon then, in search of a quieter lifestyle, where we wouldn’t be recognized.
i’m not that big a fan of oregon, to tell you the truth. it’s too … quiet for me. everyone is really close, and i can’t be myself anymore cause everyone knows everything that happens to everyone in this town. it’s like a quilt, once you move here, you become another stitch in it. and then you feel banded to it, like you can never leave. me and mum can never talk about our previous lifestyle, although we still have our designer clothes. and everything i brought before all of our money went out the window, which fit me now. i had to give up my job as a model too, because i couldn’t carry it on for the publicity anymore. because we didn’t want it. that’s why i hate oregon. everything i knew had to go for us to live here.
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my parents have an interesting story. married at the ages of nineteen and twenty-two respectively, because my mum, keeley torres, was pregnant with me. her birthday came and passed, and then my due date came and passed. i was born a whole week later then i should have been born, and my parents were pick of the bunch in the news for like, five whole weeks. i had my first photo shoot at one week with my mum and dad, kevin lennon. but once my mum was thirty, i was ten, and i was begging her for a baby sibling. i kind of think it was my fault my parents divorced, to be honest. i put so much strain on them to give me a sibling, and in return, they were strained with each other. and then mum lost her job, and my dad wasn’t bringing in enough money to keep us running anymore. her and dad split, on a good note mind, and we moved to oregon. my mum used to be a model before she lost her job, and a pretty damn good looking model at that. gorgeous brown locks, stunning blue eyes, she had everything a model should have. stick thin, still looking radiant even when she was sick, that was my mum. and it’s rubbed off on me, of course. my dad was an executive business man. you know, strictly confidential business. though he always found time for his family.
my relationship with my parents? easy. i’m close with my mum, like proper close. everything i know, i tell her. we have no secrets in our little home, and we’re as close as mother and daughter can be. but me and my father, that’s a different story completely. when he and my mum divorced, he straight away moved in with this blonde twenty-something chick, who was so obviously a model by the look of her. i stayed with them every other weekend, but i could not STAND her. and after finding out my dad had been carrying on with her while he was still with my mother, i decided to cut off all contact with him. of course, my mother being the lovely, forgiving woman she is, still spoke to him and remained oblivious to the fact that he was cheating on her so openly. but then my dad moved back to england with his new wife at the time, while she was pregnant with my half brother and sister. and that’s where my relationship with my father ends. i haven’t spoken to him in at least four years. i know nothing about my baby brother and sister, and that’s the only thing i regret.
i heard your siblings are hot! do you guys talk much? or is it a love/hate thing. i'm all ears doll.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
i don’t have any proper siblings, as in full siblings from both my mum and dad. i do, however, have two half-siblings. my dads’ second wife, candice, has had twins with him. the fact is i know nothing about them, and i don’t think my mum even knows of them. i only know because my dad sent me pictures, trying to make up with me and convince me to move back to england with him. it was tempting, but i couldn’t just leave like that again. the only thing i know about my siblings is their names.
brody alexander lennon & gracie amelia lennon. i cried when i heard gracie’s middle name. she was named after me. and it made my longing to know them and see them a lot worse. not my dad, not yet, but my baby brother and sister.
so in your free time (if you have any) what do you normally do? is there something you love? something you hate? there's always something so you can't say no.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
free time? what’s that? we hardly get any free time with everything that happens at school, and all the homework we get. but when i do have that rare hour or so, i like to go outside, hang outside. not with the crowds and stuff, though a good party is always attractive. but i just walk. i explore, get to know people and the neighborhood and it’s surrounding area, which is beautiful around here. if i get enough time, which is very rare, i walk out to the mountain range and sit for a while, watching the sun go down. it’s very calming and peaceful, and it helps you get away from all your troubles, and clear your head.
i also like to get up to portland in the weekends. i have to do some clothes shopping, after all. so we may not have much money any more, but i bring some in from modeling which i do every now and then, and mum has a small job, so whatever luxury money we get, we go to portland and spend it on clothes and food. because let’s be honest, there isn’t much here in oregon to do with that stuff. also, portland can be quite nice when it wants to be. it’s clean, quaint and pretty bustling, like a big town should be. the only thing i hate about going there is knowing i don’t have enough money to get what i want anymore.
some people may say, who cares about money? but when you’ve had a lot of it in the past and it’s been taken from you all of a sudden at the snap of the fingers, you care about money, like hell. you protect any money you get with your life, for fear of it being taken from you again. it hurts. another thing i dislike is rain. because you can never do anything outside in it except get wet, and maybe dance if you really wanted to, and being stuck inside a trailer for three days on end isn’t the best thing ever. but i do, luckily, still have my cell phone, iPod and portable disc player, so i guess they keep me entertained when i need to be. they’re like, my lifesavers. i would actually literally die of boredom without them.
what about your fears? i won't make fun of you, promise. do you have any goals, ambitions?[/font][/i][/COLOR]
my fears? well, they scare me so i don’t like to talk about them, but i guess i can make an exception today. my biggest fear is being left like before, with nothing to stabilize us. money gone, father gone, jobs gone. i think that would scare anyone out of their right minds. i had to stop my mother having a mental breakdown, otherwise everything i knew would be gone.
my other fear is seeing my mum like that again. depressed, the barriers breaking down, like i said before, on the verge of a breakdown. and nobody should ever have to see that from their own parents. i found her crouched in the corner many times, mascara running down her cheeks, salty tears pouring out of her eyes, shaky sobs coming from her chest. and that, that image will scar me for life. luckily, i managed to bring her out of that trance, round her back to life as we know it now. but that will never leave my head, for as long as i live. it will be with me into the grave.
goals? uhm, none? you can’t really have goals or ambitions in these kind of places, if you’re me. knowing you’ve had what you wanted and lost it, you feel uninspired. there’s nothing i want more then returning to england and to my father, having him and my mother reunite, and living happily ever after. but how often does that happen, hey?
any deep dark secrets? everyone has one, go on and dish. i won't tell a soul, (maybe)[/font][/i][/COLOR]
of course i have a deep secret, but would it still be a secret if i told you? anyone with a childhood has a secret. mine is pretty dark, and gruesome, so be warned.
bear in mind at this time i was what, six or seven. i didn’t understand what was happened until i saw it on television and my mother explained it to me. i was out on a walk, i started those walks at an early age, just ambling along around our little neighborhood of chelsea. now, nothing big ever happens in chelsea. london, sure all the time, but i’d never heard of anything happening in chelsea before this. so it was getting a bit dark now, and i was turning around to go back home, when i spotted something out of the corner of my eye. down an alley way to my right, a young lad about the age of fifteen or sixteen was surrounded by a group of shady looking thugs, must have been about twenty odd. i didn’t stop to watch, but something glinted and sparkled in the sun light. one of them was holding something long and shiny, with a black plastic handle.
i hurried on my way, not sure this was right but only being little so not doing anything to help. a few seconds later, i heard a terrifying scream and turned around to see the thugs running from the alleyway, the knife, coloured in red, being dropped into a garbage bin on the way. i started walking quicker, terrified they’d come back and go for me. luckily though, someone else heard the screams and ran into the alleyway, so i didn’t feel so bad.
that had haunted me to this day, especially when it came on the news and i saw the thugs i’d seen running. i didn’t realize what was going on then, but then my mother told me and .. i wish i could;ve saved that poor lad.
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to sum me up in a few words would be impossible, in the words of my mother. i guess the most prominent thing about me is my flirtatious manner. single or not single, nothing will stop me getting a boy i want. i flirt with any boy in town and have hooked up with may too many names to remember. famous names, too. it can get me in trouble too, though. especially when one guy thinks you’re automatically a couple if you sleep with them.
i resemble my mum, in so many ways. though i act wild and a party fiend on the outside, inside i’m caring, gentle, and broken, just like she is. when dad left, it tore us both apart, but she showed it more then i did. inside, she and i both knew i was hurting real bad. i covered it up, though. parties, drink and even drugs helped me with this, until i realize there was no point to doing that. i was running myself over a man who had ruined the two of us. wouldn’t the better option be to just forget him? so i did. inside though, i’m still broken, and it shows sometimes. i can get real emotional at the smallest things. which would never have happened before.
many people would call me a bad person. mum says you can’t blame me, for all i’ve been through i’m allowed to be snobby, irritating. it doesn’t make it any better, though. i talk about people behind their backs, yes, i am a bitch and i cheat on boys. does all that make me a bad person, though? everyone has their own bad traits, just mine like to show themselves more than others do. i’m quite stuck up at times, because of what i’ve had and lost. i’ve learnt to keep that draw shut though, so that side doesn’t come out as much.
another good thing would be i’m not shy and love making friends. so this may contradict what i just said, but that depends on what you think of me. i don’t think of being a bitch an exceptionally bad thing, and even bitches have friends. so i’m not shy and i’ll talk to almost everyone around. if you’re new here, you know where to find me. i’ll gladly give you a tour and help you out, take you under my wing. my mum says this is my territorial side. i say it’s not, and i’ve just been spending too much time around a jewish friend and i’m turning jewish.
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your name: kelly
your age: fifteeeeeen
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* evangeline horne !
close your eyes,
clear your heart,
cut the cord
[/blockquote][/blockquote]eva had only just realized what she was missing. she had her bag, all her books and everything, except one thing. and that one thing was her art work. she was supposed to go pick it up earlier at lunch hour, but she’d been so wrapped up in writing her english essay that she’d completely forgotten. she sighed to herself, furrowing her brow as she slung her bag over her shoulder. quickly checking her watch, she slammed the door to her locker and twisted the key until the lock clicked. she decided she had some time to chill before having to go to work, so it wouldn’t be a problem for her to go collect her art stuff now.
she started on her way to the art room, holding onto her bag by the straps. she kept checking her watch, just to check the time, though she knew she had enough time to last her a while. what she was going to pick up was her project, and she’d have to work on it at home when she could. GCSE, A level, that sort of work. apart from the fact she was doing this work because she wanted to, not because she needed it for an exam. she wanted a better grade in art, more specifically photography, and so she was doing this grade to help her along. help her achieve that A* she would work so hard towards.
as she pushed open the door to the art room quietly and gently, she was aware of someone still in there. it was after school, right? she checked her watch for the umpteenth time, nodding to herself when she was aware of the time, and made a pact to herself not to check her watch for at least ten minutes. she wasn’t aware of anything happening after school today, especially a wednesday. not much happened on a wednesday at school in the day, so what could possibly happen after? like, study club or something? she smirked to herself as she walked in, walking over to the tray where her work was. she opened it softly, taking out the folder clearly marked ‘EVANGELINE HORNE.’
as she walked to leave, she passed the table demmii was on. she peeked slightly over her shoulder before demmii’s drawing caught her eye and she gasped, blushing intently. the picture was so .. good. this person could give her a few tips on how to be a good artist. she looked at her picture for a few moments more before turning to face demmii, a look of awe clear in her face. ”did you draw this?” she asked softly, astounded.
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