Post by aimelle monique peyton on Nov 4, 2008 0:54:42 GMT -5
aimelle monique peyton
is a junior
from school
LOOK DOWN YOUR STREET FOR ME .
[/color][/font][/center]been roleplaying for 3-4 years and I found this lovely site
through miles. you can contact me on pm as
well as my email. I'm also
in charge of nobody.
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I'M ALONE BUT I'M NOT LONELY .
[/color][/font] [/center]most of my friends call me amy. I was born on the
22nd of may and I'm seventeen years old. I have blonde
hair and bluish-green eyes, and everyone seems to notice my long legs.
people say that I look a lot like blake lively.
my ancestors come from england. maybe that's
where I get my looks! I'm pretty sure that straight is the thing for me[/size]
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MAYBE IT'S THIS THING IN MY CHEST .
[/color][/font] [/center]some of my favourite things are: parties, audrey hepburn, england, christmas, brightly coloured drinks in martini glasses, new things, adventure, banana daquiris, high heels, the city, the beach, laughing, david cohen, vogue, snow, decadence, people she loves , high - fashion, gossip , puppies, marc jacobs, leather .[/color][/font][/blockquote]
but I tend to hate: arrogance, posers, prudes, people who think they're superior, having nothing to wear or do. talking about school, petty rules, being without the people she loves, most guys her own age, know it alls, school, being on her own, growing up , being told to do something, teenagers in love .
I think I'm pretty cool, seeing as: how I don't give into temptations, I don't follow what everyone else is doing, I hold my head up even when I shouldn't, I get my point across, I try my best to get what I wants, problem solving, being there for those in need, and making thinks okay .
some people say I: judge far too quickly, I analyze petty things, I jump to conclusions, and I constantly expect the worse in people . you know I have this terrible habit of lying, playing with my hair, wiggling my nose when I laughs . when I'm in that mood I like tall men with a sense of humor, muscles, and stubble. and just so you know, hairy, egotistical and cocky guys totally kill the mood! I don't like to tell people that loud noises, drugs, and spiders scare the living nuts out of me. but you know i have plans, one day I'll grow up, decide what I want to do with my life, drop a lot of bad habbits & tendencies, and to find that special someone .
if I, or someone else, was asked to describe myself, I guess it would go something like this:
YOU DON'T MAKE IT EASY BABE .
[/color][/font] [/center]I was born to cassandra and nathaniel[/color][/font][/blockquote]
in england. it was okay, because my mother was a
fashionista and my dad was a lawyer. as for siblings, I've
got zero of them. and if my life were an autobiography on the new york best seller's list,
then my book would probably go something like this:
- Back in the 80's, up-and-coming lawyer, Nathaniel Peyton met Cassandra Whitney at a friend's social gathering. The two immediately hit it off and before everyone knew it, they were inseparable, and practically mind blowingly in love.
- After dating for less than a year, the two decided to get married. Both of their families disagreed because they thought they were too young to get married, but Nathaniel and Cassandra knew their feelings for each other were true, and decided to go against their families wishes and marry anyways.
- The two spent their first year being married together in bliss. Cassandra began designing clothes, just so she wasn't sitting around all day, and Nathaniel worked long and brutal hours as a lawyer.
- At the end of that year, Cassandra found herself getting sick each and every morning at work and having the strangest food cravings. Weeks later she saw a doctor and he told her that she wasn't sick but that it was simply morning sickness, and the couple would have a baby in late May.
- The couple were ecstatic. Both Nathaniel and Cassandra couldn't wait for their baby to be born. They instantly began planning for the child's arrival, and even started to decorate the babies room.
- It was a long hard nine months of pregnancy -- and finally that day came. Nathaniel and Cassandra had their first child of whom they named Aimelle Monique Peyton, who was born in the wonderful city of England. As soon as she was born, Cassandra and Nathaniel loved her as parents should. They swore to one another that their lives now belonged to their newly born child.
- Cassandra began to make a name for herself in the fashion world, and Nathaniel was being hired for bigger law cases. They started out on a low budget -- like most newly-wed couples -- but around the time Aimelle was born, money began pouring in rapidly.
- While Aimelle was happy throughout her childhood, Cassandra and Nathaniel reached a rough patch in their marriage. With all their money and fame, they became more materialistic and shallow.
- Nathaniel was working non-stop, and even with the help of Cassandra's mother, Marie, she couldn't manage to take care of Aimelle and be happy at the same time. She was so used to a husband that was there for her, not a husband who was constantly traveling. And she couldn't stand the paparazzi that attacked the two when they went out in public.
- Seeing the sadness in Cassandra's eyes, Nathaniel began to cut back on work, and soon was spending more and more time with Aimelle and Cassandra.
- Once again, the Peyton's were a happy family once more. Cassandra was happier then she had ever been, and her clothes were being featured in major fashion shows and editorials. It was a dream come true, and it all seemed too good to be true.
- Soon after Aimelle's thirteenth birthday, her father began getting very, very sick. And Aimelle was old enough to understand that he didn't have a simple cold or cough. He had cancer, and he was slowly and surely dying from the fatal disease.
- Cassandra did her best to stay strong for Aimelle, but it caused her excruciating pain to watch her husband become frail and lifeless.
- And after three years of fighting, Nathaniel finally lost his life to cancer.
- With her father gone, and her mother acting like a complete wreck, Aimelle felt more alone in her entire life. She tried to remain strong, but it was impossible to act like everything was okay, because everything clearly wasn't.
- After a year or so, Cassandra began to bring home a few male 'friends.' And Aimelle was old enough to understand who 'friends' were. It wasn't long before Cassandra introduced Aimelle to the new Mr. Peyton, Harry, who just so happened to be the step-father from hell.
- With a new husband, Casssandra decided to move her family to Sydney, Australia to start a new life. And as you can probably tell, Aimelle was not happy with this sudden transition.
- Saying goodbye to her old life, Aimelle packed up her bags and moved to Sydney.
- Now a student of the local high-school, Aimelle is the new girl, a position she has never found herself in. She feels a little out of place, but she's adapting.
- With her father's death, Aimelle still feels vulnerable and alone. But maybe with her move to Sydney, she might be able to take those first few steps to overcoming her loss.
I FEEL I'M OWED SOME JOY .
[/color][/font] [/center]I want to be a a dweller. and just so[/color],[/b][/i][/font][/size]
you know, I did read the rules, and I can prove it by saying
. as for a sample of what I can offer, well,
here you go:
A N D - E V E R Y T H I N G - I N - B E T W E E N .[/font]
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[/b][/i][/font] finished !---Lauren van Buren is a fine young socialite, with all the love needed to pull it off at a moments notice. She loves the fancy parties, she loves the lush atmospheres and the drama. She loves the fancy dresses and the coat ties, the cummerbunds and greased down hair. She loves the delicious looking boys in their suspenders and sex behind the water fountains in the large garden, across the veranda. She loves the limelight, the celebrities, the special places she gets to attend, the strings that are pulled and her friends who are just as equally glamorous as she. She loves every single aspect of the limelight and every single aspect of living the exclusive life. She couldn’t imagine anything sub par to what her life is now, and she doesn't even want to. She is perfectly happy with her lavished life filled with nothing more than the glory that her mother has supplied for her, and she uses it to each one of her efforts. Nothing is better than a few shots of vodka before the big party, and ecstasy trips before she heads out to some club.
--- It's true, Lauren often takes advantage of her glamorous life. But why should she stop to be thankful for her wonderful life, when she could be attending some exclusive party? Or be accompanied by a tall young adolescent male? Her life continues to spiral upward at an exponential rate, and she doesn't necessarily have time to stop and smell the roses. She may look back over her poised shoulder, but never will she stop and contemplate all the events that have happened in the past few years. First her father died, which was a tragic set of events. After-all, losing your father isn't a very easy think to overcome. Day in an day out, Lauren tries hard not to think about him, but how can she not when she's constantly flooded with memories of his previous existence? Not only that, but Lauren's mother has even attempted to replace her father. Which, Lauren loves to say to her mother, is a pathetic attempt that appears to have failed miserably.
--- With the thoughts and memories of her father swept from her mind, Lauren had all the free time in the world to prep herself for Calypso Sinclair's party. Calypso was the reining queen bee of New Heights, and everybody was aware of the fact that Calypso threw the best parties and banquets in California. Pacing around her bedroom, Lauren searched for a fitting outfit for Calypso's party. Most of the clothes strewn across her bed and on her floor had been worn by her the previous week, so they were definitely out of the question. Sighing, she decided to take a dive into her orderly, color co-ordinated closet and search for her best bet. She had a look in mind, she just needed to bring it out in the flesh. The handle felt cold to touch, but she simply grasped it and turned it anyways, ignoring the tingly feeling. She had more important things to worry about anyways. Stepping in, she closed the door behind her as if she were performing an act that was top secret, and she needed her privacy. After much consideration for an outfit for the nights festivities, she decided on a fluffy, light blue dress that fit her form quite nicely. She then slipped on some tall black heels, and paired her outfit with a large white tote. Once she had changed, she stepped out into her room, took a peek at herself in the mirror, and smiled. Perfect. She was ready to go.
--- A cool breeze formed goose bumps on Lauren's skin as she drove her Mercedes convertible along the busy night streets of California towards Calypso's house. Gripping the steering wheel, she tried to recall the girl's home address. Lauren and Calypso weren't incredibly close friends, but at-least they got along. Regardless, she continued to drive along the streets of California, beginning to realize how magical everything appeared. The shimmering lights danced across the dark asphalt on the road, imitating thousands of shattered pieces of glass. The tires made a soft, almost muted whoosh sound every time they glided across the smooth surface of the road. People of all sorts seemed to be getting in their taxi cabs and limos, before heading out to some club, or to some fancy social event. Either way, everyone seemed to be moving, always going somewhere.
--- Pulling into Calypso's huge driveway, Lauren quickly leapt from her seat and onto the asphalt, landing with a quiet thud as her heels made contact with the ground below her. She made no hesitation as she waltzed towards the front door, not even bothering to knock as she sashayed inside. The mood inside was pretty chill, and there were already quite a few guests there. She was actually moderately on time, which was a first for the eighteen-year-old. But Lauren knew that the people were only waiting for the right song, and enough booze. They all just had to be drunk enough to have some fun. With her head held high upon her shoulders, Lauren walked inside like she owned the place. The girl happened to have that self-assurance about her, and she gave off an aroma that made people believe that she was in complete control of every situation. When Lauren walked into a room, she had the capability of making every person, male and female, turn their heads. Their eyes may land on her for a few nano-seconds, or they may linger on the hem of her dress, or the soft complexion of her collar-bone for a bit longer than usual. Lauren knows when all eyes are on her, and she'll simply smile, because she knows what she's got, and she knows how to flaunt it.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -status;
words;[/b][/i][/font] about 1014,
outift;[/b][/i][/font] cute as a whip.
listening to;[/b][/i][/font] the kooks.
notes;[/b][/i][/font] any interaction with lauren would be grreeeat.[/blockquote][/font][/color][/blockquote]
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