Post by cherie alette miel on Nov 4, 2008 10:55:42 GMT -5
cherie alette miel
is a junior
from hayton reign
LOOK DOWN YOUR STREET FOR ME .
[/color][/font][/center]been roleplaying for nine years and I found this lovely site
through an ad posted on my site. you can contact me on pm as
well as pm for anything more. I'm also
in charge of no one.
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I'M ALONE BUT I'M NOT LONELY .
[/color][/font] [/center]most of my friends call me cherie. I was born on the
november 21st and I'm seventeen years old. I have chocolate brown
hair and deep brown eyes, and everyone seems too notice my classic movie looks.
people say that I look a lot like face claim here.
my ancestors come from italy and france. maybe that's
where I get my looks! I'm pretty sure that heterosexuality 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: snow fall, the beach, strawberries, pasta, expensive things, being spoiled, fawned over, shopping, being with friends, falling in love, playing piano, singing, museums, being the best[/color][/font][/blockquote]
but I tend to hate: snakes, boredom, liars, broken hearts, losing at anything, indian food, anything too spicy, not being good enough for someone, people assuming they know me.
I think I'm pretty cool, seeing as: i'm the biggest bitch around, i've got an eye for fashion unlike most people, and i'm an amazing cook. some people say I'm:
the biggest bitch around, quick to get angry, unable to trust even my closest friends, too independant.
you know I have this terrible habit of talking fast when stressed, cracking my knuckles, tapping my fingers on table tops like it's a piano, humming when working on classwork, and biting my lip when i'm attempting to hold back.
when I'm in that mood I like chocolate, the way rose petals feel against my skin, kisses on my neck, whipped cream, and soft touches. and just so
you know, bad smells, ungodly dressers, being too rough, and being too sweet totally kill the mood!
I don't like to tell people that not being good enough and people seeing the real me scare the living
nuts out of me. but you know i have plans, one day I'll be an amazing wife, fashion icon, and charity organizer
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 jacqueline and andre[/color][/font][/blockquote]
in sydeny. it was okay, because my mother was a
heiress and my dad was a italian ambassador. as for siblings, I've
got one of them, and here's a little bit about 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:
I FEEL I'M OWED SOME JOY .
[/color][/font] [/center]I want to be a royal. and just so[/size][/font][/color]
you know, I did read the rules, and I can prove it by saying
living the life. as for a sample of what I can offer, well,
here you go:
to drag her suitcase down the path
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a soft sigh sounded through the room as kat sat in the plush chair that was seated in the middle of the room. she was surrounded by a flurry of motion, maids scurrying all around her as she sat and let them. she currently waited as the hair dresser set her hair. messily pulled back, tendrils falling around her face, the perfect up-do for her pretty face. or so the hair dresser had said. she had already gone through the make-up debacle and listened as the guy fawned over her 'porcelain doll' skin and how he would kill to have it. she was at the landon estate, preparing for the masquerade ball that was held there every year, hosted by the landon and carmichael family's. xander had asked her to come to his estate to get ready because he would be unable to come pick her up and he wanted to be the one she walked in with. she had wanted that too, seeing how it was going to be a media circus and lukas and allana would both be there. she didn't want lukas to see her walk in alone. so she had agreed to get ready on location.
little did she know that it meant emily would demand her hair and make-up people took care of her. nor did she expect a maid to draw her up a bath and then light scented candles to relax her. the only thing all of this did was make her more self conscious. she thought xander would know by now that this kind of attention, people that close to her and in her face, made her anxious and stressed. not to mention her parents had returned last night and her father had more then a few things to say to her. so had there not been an event tonight she would have stayed hidden in her room and ignored everything. but she had promised and spent a long time figuring out everything for tonight. she had promised xander that it would be perfect. and it had to be. but right then? she felt anything but perfect. in fact, she felt ugly and worthless.
but if there was one thing she was good at, it was putting on an act. so she would straighten up and smile when she entered the room on xander's arm. she would act like the perfect lady she was raised to be. and all the while she would hope that neither her brother or lukas noticed any differently. adrian would demand they talk and lukas would probably consider it a victory and think she was unhappy with xander. when the truth couldn't be further from that. she was so happy with xander, not as happy as she could be, but she was happy. for the most part. she knew she could be happier, but what could she do about that right now? sighing again, kat let her mind wander as she waited for her hair to be finished. they were getting low on time, xander's personal assistant having come in twenty minutes ago to inform them of that fact. people were already starting to arrive, but xander knew that if they came in later, it would be a better entrance. she had agreed.
"finished dear," the hair stylist had said, stepping back and allowing kat to look it over. perfection. she looked beautiful and she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. she was sure to be a hit tonight. without a doubt. as soon as she stood and thanked the lady, she was whisked away and was being stripped of her robe covering her undergarments so she could be helped into her dress. she had been helped in this fashion many times before, but she still hated it. she wanted to tell them that she could do it, but it had meant a lot to emily. so she would suck it up and just deal. she allowed the dressed to be pulled on her and zipped before she stepped into the heels that were presented to her. she was fawned over a few more moments before all three of the maids stepped back and allowed kat to really look herself over. they had done an amazing job, that much was certain. and the dress looked amazing. now all she needed was her mask.
a mask that she had made especially for tonight. for the past five years she had worn the same one, a symbol of sorts. new dress with an old mask. but since last year she had come with lukas, she needed a new one. custom made. and complimented her dress wonderfully. one of the maids helped her place it on her face before she looked over the final product. "can you just tell xander to come in when he arrives?" kat told the maid, she really wasn't in the mood to open a door and greet him as if he were coming to her house and picking her up. this was his home, she was just a guest. smoothing her hands over her dress, she frowned slightly as she looked herself over some more. she knew everyone would love it, too bad she just didn't feel the same. but now it was time to put on a happy face.
the outfit; dress , shoes , mask
the tag; xander landon && (if they so wish) lukas huntington && allana huntington
the word count; 1062
the status; finished
the notes; it's kinda sucky
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