Post by { elyse verona lexmark on Dec 24, 2008 20:12:07 GMT -6
little miss elyse verona lexmark 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 seventeen years, here you are.
just fabulous right? and i heard you're planning to use ely as a fame name.
is it true there will be a day dedicated to you? december sixteenth 1989 is it? wow you're so lucky!
and are they making a statue in your honor? was it in manhattan? 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]
apparently it's unique and means something to me- well to
my mother. see, i was named after one of my ancestors that came to new york on the mayflower. to me, it's just a pretty name that i happen to have. but i guess my parents had some good reason to pick it for me, apparently they came upon that ancestor's journal and i just seemed to resemble her. that must have been a hard
assumption to make seeing as there wasn't a picture in the journal and i was just a baby, but i guess as i age, my personality is matching hers each day. another hard assumption, but hey- there's a lot people can pick up from a few yellowed pages and scrawled handwriting.
when were you born? did you say where? but...where do you live now? [/font][/i][/COLOR]
i was born and raised in the upper east side of manhattan new york, i moved to california when i was twelve then san francisco and now i'm here. i don't know why everyone thinks it's typical for people here to live in trailers, but i actually reside in a house.
oh and your parents? what's your relationship with them? what do they do for a living? tell me all about it.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
my father is fourty six, he's a sports writer and his name is
viktor lexmark. my step mother is thirty eight, she is an interior designer and her name is fiona adams. when she married my father, she already had a three year old- minka lexmark and she had a child with my father , mason lexmark- who is about to turn
two. my mother is fourty five, she is a fashion designer and her name is diana monroe, my stepfather is fourty eight, he is an oil baron and his name is frank watson. i have an older step brother, mathias watson from frank's previous marriage, mathias is twenty two. oh right. how could i forget the brat? landon happens to be my full younger brother. they don't live here with me, they actually prefer to stay back in new york.
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'm extremely close to my little half siblings, minka and mason. maybe because they're just two and three years old and basically believe anything i say. but, i'm also close to my older half brother mathias -- i hardly see him but when i do, we never bicker. i love him extra because he always sends me money for alcohol and shit. oh and landon, the kid is a little brat. i hate talking to him and i can't believe that we came from the two same people, like if his dad was different i could easily say his bad personality comes from his dad and not my mom or vice versa. but no, we share the same blood line. he's just spoiled rotten and if he doesn't like you, he'll do his best to make your life a living hell. oh, and guess what? he doesn't like me.
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]
i love the feeling i get when i drink vodka. that is a completely alcoholic like thing to say, but that burning feel i get when it trickles down my throat makes me giggle. that's completely normal isn't it? well i also love alluring accents, especially on boys- they send shivers down my spine. exotic art, the type that i don't get at first, but with some pondering you'll understand the concept. crowded cities, like japan for example- i went there once i love having to squeeze my way through crowds of people, it's odd but just makes me smile for some reason. like, there's a billion people around you and each one of them has this life that is so much more different from yours. one of the main things that i love though are comic books and super heroes, it was one of those silly things that i never really discovered as a child and ended up falling in love with as a young adult. i will literally spend most of my paycheck on DC comics and just flip through them in mere minutes. most people find this odd, and i suppose it does bother the boys but i seriously wouldn't give them up for a silly boy. it may be the idea of the impossible happening in those little boxes or just the origins and how the heroes came to be. oh and how could i forget starbucks? there's a starbucks everywhere! oh and i really love to those are my main loves but amongst them remains my love for disney movies, late night infomercials, horror movies, the jonas brothers, cam gigandet, that show heroes, charities, sting and the beatles, old 80's music, anything portable, computers and of course sex.
what about your fears? i won't make fun of you, promise. do you have any goals, ambitions?[/font][/i][/COLOR]
i'm completely unambitious, is that a word? i don't know and i don't care. i have those little goals in life but nothing seriously big, by seriously big- i mean nothing i can achieve without a million dollars. but if i really had to choose, i want to cure cancer, prove the existence of fairies and make a sex tape with paris hilton. next question !
any deep dark secrets? everyone has one, go on and dish. i won't tell a soul, (maybe)[/font][/i][/COLOR]
i'm filthy rich, if i might say so myself. normally, that wouldn't big a huge deep dark secret- cause it was quite easy to tell when i lived back in new york. i actually had a personal driver, i didn't even have to put on my own clothes. ha! that's a bit of an exaggeration, but i mean like- i didn't have to shop for my own clothes. i'd just call my mother's assistant and whine about my lack of clothing at the moment, and in a few minutes somebody would rush in with a carousel filled with clothing. according to my parents, things were getting out of hand. i was 'abusing' everything and they sent me here to live with my twenty six year old aunt. apparently to see how the other half of america lives. she's hardly around but they think she's enforcing the rules. yeah, she doesn't have to. the first time i came here, i was already aware this wouldn't be like manhattan. is this place even on the fucking map ? anyhow, people assume i'm just like them. they don't know my older brother sends me envelopes filled with cash every week to spend on whatever shit i need -- alcohol. and i actually like it this way, it hasn't always been my dream to 'fit in' cause i did fit in- back in new york. but eh. it's comfortable hitting mcdonalds with everyone when i know i could be ordering some little platter of escargot for a hundred bucks.
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bitch. out of a long array used to describe me, bitch is the one that stands out the most. but like, i think it's only because i have this permanent pout on my face. i really do love people, kids. ha! i just realized how creepy that sounds. i mean i love meeting people and i will treat you with respect. but i treat my closest friends like babies, it's my way of showing them i love them. i'm always hugging them and pinching their cheeks and all that stuff. people always say there's something rather carefree about me, and i agree. i just don't like to be brought down and i flow through life easily on tippy toes, to be honest, i'm kind of a two
year old trapped in a seventeen year old's hot bod. open minded- i'd totally have a threesome. oh, and i mean open minded as in- i don't discriminate people and if a close friend makes a life altering decision that they feel would better them, then yes.
i'm all for it, i won't bring someone down just because i wasn't brought up that way or if society frowns upon it. i'm hopeful or rather optimistic, i'm always searching for good in bad situations. my mother has taught me that you have to believe for something good to c ome about rather than relying on luck and i guess that's stuck with me. i'm really hopeful and just because one day may be the absolute worst in my eyes doesn't mean i should disregard the rest, or if a relationship starts off horrible, i won't end it without fighting for it. then again, there are those days that i feel like giving up. those days are just horrid. overall though, i think these are my main positive traits, they really come out when i'm around people that just make me smile or when i'm wasted. but i can also be conceited. actually, i'm really conceited. i constantly compare life here to life in new york and i know that with one simply teary phone call to my parents, i can go back. i wouldn't say i think i'm better than people here, but the thought pops up once in a while.
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your name: zasha
your age: fifteen
contact details: PM
rp experience: a year
any other characters: nope
your character's face claim: sj whiteley
membergroup: junior
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She wasn't sure if her constantly ending the kiss was a sign that she was scared of something. But the thought was quickly pushed out of her head by his reaction to her words. She was all too accustomed to it, even her own mother couldn't believe that cyler was still a virgin. She just seemed so..promiscuous. With the way she dressed, flaunted around her body and pulled in guys. It wasn't that she was scared, more like the boys were intimidated of her. In fact it was downright frustrating getting tricked all the time. They were more of a tease than she was. Not that Cyler was in a rush to have sex, even though it seemed like it. Her whole face quickly took on a light pink shade, she was truly blushing now. Her lips parted slightly as though she was about to speak but decided against it. For the first time, Cyler was somewhat speechless. It took a rather long moment of pondering for her to put her words together. Then she thought about his comment, and his teasing laugh. Suddenly anger overwhelmed her, she just wanted to lunge at him and slap him senseless. A surprising thought actually, she never got riled up. Despite the fact that she could be a cold hearted bitch, Cyler never got that infuriated. Her surprise dissipated along with her anger as she got even more engulfed in her thoughts. For the first time, she actually saw things from the other person's perspective. Her teasing, her suggestive words and actions. Virgin wasn't exactly the first word used to describe a person with those type of characteristics. Cyler lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze when he sat up and got closer to her. Another moment of silence passed awkwardly, she pursed her lips forward and tilted her chin up. "What do you mean, what am I doing?" She spoke up, her voice slightly shaky as though she was about to burst out into tears. Maybe she was going to it was just the fact that he just surprised her with his words. To some, they may have not been hurtful. But she took it with a lot of meaning. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't aware of what she was doing. But it was the way she was; the personality she had taken from an adolescent. Cyler edged slightly away from Ken, getting infuriated again. At times, it seemed like the girl was battling with her own emotions and feelings. Even though she wanted to push him off the bed right now, her feelings for Ken were apparent. She wanted him, nothing had never been so clear for her to see. And she intended on getting him. Cyler bit down on her lower lip and fumbled around with the tube of lotion she had previously retrieved from her bag. A long slender leg was stretched out as she lathered the floral scented cream onto it. An example of some things that she did unintentionally but managed to drive boys crazy. Her eyes were focused directly on the leg as though it was the most interesting thing ever. She was simply just ignoring Ken.
