Post by alexandra camden. on Jun 7, 2009 1:37:30 GMT -5
w e ' r e o n b u r l e s q u e t i m e ,
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[/sub][/font][/size][/color]oh hai there! my name is cassi and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for five years. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is rosie huntington. she's pretty gnarley. anyway, not only do i play this hot chick, but i also play no others. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? xoac. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?hey, i'm alexandra jane camden, but everyone calls me alex. no, you can't call me alexandra, not if you value your life that is. my brother says i'm named after dad's stuffy old aunt, but i know that they only made that up. my dad doesn't have an aunt called alexandra. the only people in the whole /world/ i let call me that are my parents so unless you're my mum or dad, don't let me hear you say it.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?okay, so i was born on the fourth of august in that crazy year of nineteen ninety two. yeah, i'm seventeen. i don't know anything about my birth since i'm adopted so i don't think about it much. the only thing that i carry from my old life is my name so yeah.do you prefer boys, girls, or both?girls? bah, as if. boys are way too cute to ever let my eyes be distracted from. as you can probably tell, it's no secret either though i'm mainly just a tease. hard as it is to believe sometimes, not every guy has been in my pants.tell me about your love life, sweetie.i'm not too fussy at the moment. if they're good looking and are able to carry off an intelligent conversation then i'm there. but lately, i don't know, i guess i'm just looking for something more serious than a week. but then, this could change tomorrow or this afternoon. really, it depends on who's on offer.what do you like to do?haha, oh man, this is going to be a long list. don't worry though, i'll try and keep it short. so i love fun, hanging out, looking good, attention, feeling carefree, being asked out, dancing, clubs, people, exploring things, feeling curious, the beach, horse riding, animals, acting silly, friends, music, singing in the shower, laughing, sunshine, kissing in the rain, beautiful things, swimming, finding things, chocolate, choc chip muffins, sleeping in on saturdays, dressing up, checking out guys, pictures, doing new things, meeting new people, walking, shopping, being outside, feeling warm, getting awards, feeling excited, soft pillows, watching movies, day dreaming, strawberry smoothies, oreos, relaxing after a hard day, driving fast cars, no commitments, getting good grades, comedy chick flicks, action movies, fairy floss, magnum ice creams, christmas, skinny leg jeans...oh man, i could go on like this forever, but i'll leave it there and hope that's enough.what grinds your gears?well okay, but count this as your warning to not tick me off. i dislike feeling cold, serious things, feeling sad, frowning, worrying, not being able to sleep, boring people, boring things, animal cruelty, being antagonised, dreary weather, missing out, bad hair days, sleazy/cruel people, being told what to do, backing down in a fight, being betrayed, gossiping, biatches, people killing my buzz, being made fun of, feeling bored, being pressured, crappy movies, mondays, bad grades, being used, imaturity, ordinary, normal, being held up, sunday nights, exams, banana smoothies, fake chocolate, losing things, people bad mouthing me, slow people, changing for someone, bad dreams, having to get up early, people waking me up for no reason, being rejected, commitment. and i have to say, that's only half of it.what makes you cower in fear?don't tell anyone but, i have the biggest fear of snakes. i don't know why, they just completely freak me out. whenever i see one i just can't think properly.tell me - are you an innocent little one?sadly, yeah, i'm innocent, well as innocent as you can get when you've got billions of dollars to spend. but nah, besides going over the speed limit occasionally i'm pretty safe to be around.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!okay, but if i tell you, and it spills somewhere, i'll know who to go after. first off, i'm adopted. yeah, not a big deal right? well see i don't want other people knowing that i come from the south american slums okay? only me, my parents, my brother and the nuns who found me know. second, i know who my real parents are. yeah okay, i should make contact right? well i can't, see my real mother is dead and my father is a member of a drug cartel. crazy, i know. i'm also a little scared to admit the truth to myself over my real heritage. the third and last, are my fears that my adoptive parents will one day get tired of me. i know that there is a very little chance of this happening, but after being abandoned as a child, i constantly feel like i need to be reassured of their love for me.what about your parents? are they good people?well, as i mentioned before, i'm adopted. my real parents are maria alessandros, a waitress, and guiseppe esposito, a go between in a brazilian drug cartel. i never knew them because i was abandoned on the steps of an orphanage when i was four years old, and i'm kind of glad that i don't. ever since i tracked them down about a year ago, i've considered making contact with them but then i look up my real father's name and there are all these articles on how bad he is. it's complicated. my adopted parents, zane and lily camden, though are the best. i was six when they got me and ever since then they haven't stopped showering me with love. they're more than i could ever wish for, and i love them so much.surely you have some siblings?okay so i have only one sibling and that's my brother tyler. he's the best but he's a little overbearing at times, especially when i'm trying to date someone. i have no idea why, but for some reason all the guys i've ever met are scared of him. actually, it may be because he's six foot and packed like a footballer, but eh. i love him to death, and would be very mad if someone ever played with him.what do you want to do with your life?presently, i'm aiming for college, i'm in my senior year at high school and seriously, i can't wait to leave. no offense to my parents or anything but sneaking guys up into your room is so not cool especially when my parents are really weird about guys. a more long term goal though is to join the family business somewhere down the bottom and climb the ladder. i've never really believed in getting things for free.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.nahh, there's nothing else important that you need to know.
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delilah parker ran one hand through her chestnut hair in frustration. her father was at it again, another suitor supposedly for her own good. not that she believed any of his suger coated words. she never had and never would. not even after he had offered apologies for the past. but that was all too late. he should have said that before he had left her and her mother to fend for themselves. delilah chewed her bottom lip whilst she studied the sydney harbour view in front of her. truth be told she was sick of her father, she wished he would just leave her alone. it was too late to make amends, so why was he trying so hard? it couldn't be because he cared about her. no, it had to be something else. she'd find out though and then she would be able to throw what she knew in his face and then he would go away.
bright blue orbs surveyed the wondrous sight before her. sydney harbour was almost magical in the dark night. from either side of it, buildings and homes sparkled like tiny puffs of mischief just waiting to be unleashed. the dark swirling water was sprinkled with boats lazing about in the cool breeze that had been sweeping through sydney for the past few days. there was no doubt about it, sydney was a special place to live. one lock of shiny chestnut hair fell in front of her face and almost absentmindedly she brushed it away behind one ear. it seemed so quiet around her and yet so loud out there, why couldn’t she get into the spirit of things?
deliah sighed and turned away from the amazing view and checked the time. marcus had said seven and it was almost that time now. she had better finish getting ready. slowly she left the wide window and padded over to her room. presently she was in her short red kimono dressing gown, the dress she was going to wear that night hanging in her wardrobe awaiting her. with one last glance back at the harbour, delilah moved into her room and slipped her dressing gown from her shoulders. slowly it slipped down her body and fell in a blood red pool of silk at her feet. she stepped out of it and stepped forward to open her wardrobe doors. already she had showered and she had her bra and underwear on, now all she needed was her dress. she reached into the cavernous depths of her wardrobe and pulled out it out.
silky purple material caressed her skin as she pulled it on over her head, the hem falling down to just above her knees. it was a beautiful creation, one that she had just recently acquired. even though it was new, already the dress was one of her favourites. it skimmed her curves rather than flaunting them to everyone around her. a silver chain linked to the dress held it up on her body and the silk rustled as she walked to her vanity table to begin the long effort of applying makeup to her face. with quick, sure strokes soon she had applied mascara, eyeliner and a touch of clear lip gloss. there, she thought with a small smile, you’re ready to go join the masses now. with one hand she reached for the wooden box that sat quietly at the back of the table.
she opened the lid with the other and reached in to pick up her favourite pair of black feather earings. soon they were fitted in the lobes of her ears. next she chose a simple silver charm bracelet and clasped it around her small wrist. that done she stood and shook her long hair out so that it rippled down her back, she’d leave it down tonight. briefly she glanced at herself in the mirror and then away, she didn’t want to let her father get to her like this. so that she felt like she was trapped and pressured. the worst was that she couldn’t tell anyone how she felt. she had to remain aloof. outside her door there was the brief ding dong of the door bell. there was marcus. quickly delilah grabbed her strappy silver heels and went through into the lounge room to greet him. as she walked, delilah masked her feelings with a forced smile. maybe she would get through tonight without breaking down. maybe.
bright blue orbs surveyed the wondrous sight before her. sydney harbour was almost magical in the dark night. from either side of it, buildings and homes sparkled like tiny puffs of mischief just waiting to be unleashed. the dark swirling water was sprinkled with boats lazing about in the cool breeze that had been sweeping through sydney for the past few days. there was no doubt about it, sydney was a special place to live. one lock of shiny chestnut hair fell in front of her face and almost absentmindedly she brushed it away behind one ear. it seemed so quiet around her and yet so loud out there, why couldn’t she get into the spirit of things?
deliah sighed and turned away from the amazing view and checked the time. marcus had said seven and it was almost that time now. she had better finish getting ready. slowly she left the wide window and padded over to her room. presently she was in her short red kimono dressing gown, the dress she was going to wear that night hanging in her wardrobe awaiting her. with one last glance back at the harbour, delilah moved into her room and slipped her dressing gown from her shoulders. slowly it slipped down her body and fell in a blood red pool of silk at her feet. she stepped out of it and stepped forward to open her wardrobe doors. already she had showered and she had her bra and underwear on, now all she needed was her dress. she reached into the cavernous depths of her wardrobe and pulled out it out.
silky purple material caressed her skin as she pulled it on over her head, the hem falling down to just above her knees. it was a beautiful creation, one that she had just recently acquired. even though it was new, already the dress was one of her favourites. it skimmed her curves rather than flaunting them to everyone around her. a silver chain linked to the dress held it up on her body and the silk rustled as she walked to her vanity table to begin the long effort of applying makeup to her face. with quick, sure strokes soon she had applied mascara, eyeliner and a touch of clear lip gloss. there, she thought with a small smile, you’re ready to go join the masses now. with one hand she reached for the wooden box that sat quietly at the back of the table.
she opened the lid with the other and reached in to pick up her favourite pair of black feather earings. soon they were fitted in the lobes of her ears. next she chose a simple silver charm bracelet and clasped it around her small wrist. that done she stood and shook her long hair out so that it rippled down her back, she’d leave it down tonight. briefly she glanced at herself in the mirror and then away, she didn’t want to let her father get to her like this. so that she felt like she was trapped and pressured. the worst was that she couldn’t tell anyone how she felt. she had to remain aloof. outside her door there was the brief ding dong of the door bell. there was marcus. quickly delilah grabbed her strappy silver heels and went through into the lounge room to greet him. as she walked, delilah masked her feelings with a forced smile. maybe she would get through tonight without breaking down. maybe.
