Post by mira breezy beaumont on Oct 25, 2008 18:46:53 GMT -5
`go shake it MIRA!
`" .
age; private
rp experience; hmm. about four years at the least i would say.
how you found us; a site, but i don't quite remember ;]
contact; pm
other charries; none yet
other; <3
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; mira
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; december 29th
actually i'm some sort of; capricorn
this place was such a s.hit hole; new york
ah, so like paradise for me; potomac, maryland
i don't look it but i'm actually; french, spanish, german
it's just the way the wind blows; straight
baddest b.itch all up and through here; third year ; modeling
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; a striking turquoise blue
does the carpet match the drapes; a light, almond brown
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 123
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'9
and then i got one on my a.ss; mira has her ears and belly button pierced. as for tattoos, she has a black rose on her left shoulder.
they always seem to notice my; mira has a very petite face, as well as simple features. she calls herself a mouse, but certainly isn't as graceful as one. she is clumsy, and often has bumps and scars on her pale white legs. her skin is also a shocking white, and easy to spot. especially in the sun. woah, nelly.
you'll never see me without my; Mira has simple features; almost like a farm girl. No, she doesn't put her hair into pigtails, and chuckles like a hillbilly that some cliche farmers, she actually is a city girl. Her hair is a mousy almond brunette, one of the most simple feature on her. It's very smooth, and thin, but it gets into knots and frizzes easily. Her build is rather small; her shoulders and small and awkward. Her eyes are a blazing turquoise blue, and are hard to ignore. Some say that her eyes are gorgeous, and her best appearance quality. Others, jealous folks, may say that her eyes are too simple.
Mira mostly wears baggy babydoll tops with leggings, or simple dresses. Her favorite colors are gray, black, white, and orange, which her closet mainly consists of. Being from New York, the city of glam, hasn't rubbed off on her. Even though she is rather bitchy, she doesn't care much about clothes and personal style.
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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; being lied to, being the dumpee in a relationship, her mother, being an only child, her first phone, flying over oceans, flying over land, pumpkin pie, apple pie, and insects
it's like my signature kinda thing; her outgoingness, her ability to speak her mind, her ability to make friends easily (real or not), her ability to persuade people, and lying
oh god not this again, i so suck; compliments, caves at any request, cannot say 'no', very clumsy while walking, and
it's like children of the corn but worse; dying, seeing a ghost, having her father leave her, and finally being in a great relationship, when something horrible happens
you know one day i'm going to; have a long-term relationship, stop being such a whore, start making some real friends, get married and be loyal, and be a mother
it's just this weird innate thing; drinking, biting her nails, chewing on pencils, putting on mascara
some things just make me scream; outgoingness;; Mira dislikes it when people hide their feelings, and are shy. She doesn't like it when people are blunt, especially in boys, since she likes to challenge her mind and wonder what they're thinking. It's sexy. oolala.
at peace;; Mira hates it when people are fighting to know who they are, like a sappy, shitty happy-go-lucky movie. If you know what you are, it makes Mira more interested in discovering. For herself.
that is the most disgusting thing ever; boringness, shyness, and snobs
you best remember this b.itch;[li]SLUT: Mira is your overall, everyday slut. She kisses a lot of boys, and sometimes messes with other already taken boys. Yes, that does include a few flings now and then.
[/li][li]OUTGOING: Mira's very outgoing, and willing to speak anything on her mind. Since she is so outgoing and carefree, she does sometimes get in trouble. She blurts out something before thinking, and her mouth has gotten Mira in trouble more than once.
[/li][li]DUMB: Ever heard of catchy saying that blonds have more fun, but brunettes are smarter? If that's the case, Mira is better off being a blond. She isn't exactly smart, but doesn't get all Fs. The teachers remember her for her, ahem, open behavior, but not for her grades. Mira gets Cs, and maybe a few Ds, but isn't the smartest kid on the block.
[/li][li]ATTACHMENT: Mira gets attached to many different things quite easily. She still has the blanket that her grandmother gave to her as a baby before she died. Also in relationships, Mira may be found almost stalking her ex, or at least following him around everywhere. Ah, never mind. I would consider that stalking.
[/li][li]DREAMY: Mira has the tendency to daydream, and just stop in the middle of a conversation to blank out and just think. She gets most of the powerful thoughts during this time. Mira just recognize almost anyone while she dreams, and sometimes even talks to herself.
[/li][li]ROMANTIC: Even though Mira gets around, she makes the moments of her three-week relationships last. She is big on planning secret parties, and candlelit dinners, as well as buying a puppy as a present. She says some sappy things a lot, but only because Mira gets pretty involved.
[/li][li]GOSSIP: Mira's life really revolves around gossip, gossiping, starting gossip, and sharing secrets. She isn't the most trustworthy, but is loyal to her friends. Sometimes, when Mira wants to be a bitch, she tells her friend's secrets, but only in a playful. Mira doesn't know when to stop, and can easily lose friends that way. (Who the hell are we kidding? Mira has lost more friends then possible!)
[/li][li]LOVE: In relationships, instead of going head first, Mira likes to take things slow and easy. She goes on a few dates, but then starts kissing. Yeah, it's your definition of slow. Things start off rather slow and simple, but quickly heat up.[/size][/li][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
you know the different kind of uncle;
and the one that looks like a rat;
pretty freakin sure we're not related;
yea they used to eat my shoelaces;
it's like hell but only faster; A man and a woman. A woman and a man. What more can you say? When these two species get together, anything can happen. And it obviously did for Pedro Beaumont Lopez. After a three year relationship, and many snuggle-filled nights, Nadia became pregnant. Pedro, being the respectable man he was, fought hard for his beloved and his baby. On that faithful Halloween night, Mira was brought into the world. Nadia was a true believer in magic, and thought her baby was bad luck. Thrusting the baby into her husband's arms, Nadia never saw little Mira again. Pedro was shocked that his wife has left him, and their daughter because she thought Mira was bad luck. That night, Pedro began hating Nadia with a deep, driving passion.
Growing up, Pedro cared for Mira without a call from her mother. They were extremely close; always going on trips together, shopping for groceries together, and one time Ama even painted her father's toes! Mira could easily call her father her best friend, and once she did. Pedro instantly got worried that his daughter didn't have any friends, and instead of doing things a normal Father would do, like sending her to a summer camp, or sign up for an activity, Pedro ignored his daughter completely. After three weeks of silence, or very little talking, Mira thought that Pedro didn't love her anyone. That was only the beginning of a bitch forming.
By the time Mira was thirteen, her father and her barely even talked. Whenever she came home from school, he would ask her how was the day, and then ignore her for the rest of the night. Mira kept to herself at home; talking on the phone, or making out with a boy in her closet. At these times, like when a boy was in her arms, or a late party to go to, Mira was extremely happy that her father ignored her. Other times, like when her boyfriend broke up with her, she wished she had someone to talk to.
Mira was fourteen when she moved from New York to Maryland. The bright lights, light night parties, hot guys, and beautiful boarding schools instantly caught her attention. She practically begged her father to let her go to Belmont Academy, the most gorgeous school Mira had layed her eyes on. He eventually said yes, and Mira went from geeky braces nerd to boarding school beauty.
At Darmon, Mira was first treated as a stranger. No one payed any attention to her, but the numbers quickly grew. One would stare, and another would follow. When she was a second year, Mira thought that they all were spotting her flaws, like the mole on the back of her neck. Now as what you might call an 'experienced' third year, Mira is glad to say that those stares are either of jealousy, or admiration.
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
i don't know what it means, something with; third year && modeling
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; i lubb tacos!!!
you must be smelling your own crotch;
A boy and a girl. A girl and a boy. Seems rather simple, right? To some teenagers, it probably is. But to Amalia Breezy Flores, boys were the most complicated science on the Earth. After breaking up with her second boyfriend this month, Drew, her brain had been in a depressed state. She certainly didn't purposely want to break hearts, and boy, she had broken thousands. Ama just couldn't stand how boring boys got after a few weeks. To top that off, her throat burned wildly. She had politely asked her political science teacher to excuse her to the nurse, and she would make up the class work later. Mrs. Monticello agreed, and here Amalia was; walking down the steps of the school, leading into the school grounds. Her books were held tightly to her chest, Ama clutching them ever so slightly. Finally reaching the grounds, or so some students called them, Amalia spotted a few football players. Her mouth watered, wanting to kiss one of them. Especially the one who was waving to her. His shaggy blond hair was covering his eyes, obviously a dark color. Shaking her head, as well as the chocolate brown hair on top of it, Amalia whispered to herself. "I can't keep doing this! " She scolded herself, not bothering to look back at the other boy. Quickening her step, Amalia hoped to reach the furtherest she could go on the grounds.
The tall, thick oak trees came into view, and Ama sighed of relief. Hopefully swallowing her troubles, the girl broke into a run. She dropped her books on the ground, and laughed. Amalia could see herself; running across the grass, arms out, giggling with herself. She looked like a scene in a happy, sappy movie. The teenager loved running; the freedom, the wind in her ears, and the power of going anywhere at a great speed. Slowing down as she reached a tree, Amalia was about to sit down when she noticed someone in the distance. The girl was familiar, but not someone that Amalia knew very well. At least, that was what the girl looked like from a distance. Ama didn't have the best eyes, obviously. She took the Jansport backpack off her shoulders, gently placing it behind the tree. Ama tilted her head, almost like a confused cat. The girl walked up to the other figure in the distance, thinking of herself as a lion catching it's prey. She snickered at her ridiculous thoughts, but kept her gaze locked on the distance.
Reaching the figure after a few minutes, Amalia tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear. Her hair was in a loose bun, and the girl didn't especially like how her hair flew everywhere. Her own voice filled Ama's ears. "Why, hello there. Skipping class, as well?" Amalia snickered, crossing her arms. She felt in control again, but not necessarily rude or mean. Just like she was the boss, and you had to obey her. Or else.
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word count: 570, including codes
song: ' so what ' by p!nk
outfit: hereee
notes: writer's block. D:
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guess what?
and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
