patterson, ariana miralyn &&

[ariana miralyn patterson]

`go shake it ARI !
`"Don't try to get what you want, take it.".

[/b] Kay.
age; Sixteen.
rp experience; Two, three years?
how you found us; Another site. ^^
contact; PM, & MSN if you ask. =]
other charries; None.
other; I love cheese. =] And smiley faces.
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] Ariana Miralyn Patterson
but it's okay everyone calls me; Ari, Anna, Ann
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; October 3rd, 1989
actually i'm some sort of; Libra
this place was such a s.hit hole; Long Beach, New York
ah, so like paradisefor me; Long Beach, New York
i don't look it but i'm actually; American
it's just the way the wind blows; Straight
baddest b.itch all up and through here; Fifth Year ; Modeling ; N/A
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] Blake Lively
you know i could just swim in those; Hazel
does the carpet match the drapes; Blonde
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 123
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'8"
and then i got one on my a.ss; Both ears pierced twice
they always seem to notice my; Many times people have told her that her smile could light up a room or brighten anyone’s day. She puts emotion behind her expressions and often you can tell her mood just by the type of smile she portrays at the time.


you'll never see me without my;
BODY && Being very active and having to show her body off frequently Ari constantly keeps in top shape. Working out at least five times a week her body is lean and toned. Unlike some models that are stick thin Ari tries to take the more appropriate and healthy approach. Her arms and thighs are slender though lined muscles, without looking too brawny. Her stomach is flat and the faint line of abs is noticeable beneath the tanned flesh. Her entire frame is tall and slender, her embodiment reaching five feet and eight inches while her weight resides at one hundred and twenty three pounds.

FACE && Ari has very unique features, or so she has been told. Piercing hazel eyes are placed evenly on either side of a small nose sitting directly in the center of her face. Her jaw, though a little broad, is slender, accentuating her high cheekbones. Her pink lips are usually curved into a smile across her facials, her top lip slightly smaller then the bottom. Lip-gloss usually highlights her full labrums causing them to become all the more lustrous.
Elongated, shinning blonde dreads cascade down her back and over her shoulders. They hold a natural curl and Ari usually styles her hair according to that.

STYLE && Ariana dresses very casual and yet classy. Her style consists of classic dresses or V-tops with tight jeans, leggings, and the sporadic skirt. She doesn’t really fall into a specific category as far as clothing choices go she simply wears whatever she believes looks good.

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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

[/b] Intelligent conversations, cute guys, beaches, tanning, lolly pops, coffee, night times, parties, meeting new people, being with her friends, getting fucked up (occasionally), nature, animals, studying law, being active, working out, eating, having a lot of money, pools && more.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; Drama/gossip, stuck up females, cocky guys, being neglected, coldness, getting close to guys, being in a room completely full of strangers, getting lost, not knowing what’s going on, mornings, petty girls who want to be popular, getting used, annoying people in general && more.
it's like my signature kinda thing; Very opinionated, stands up for herself, runs the school, can easily wrap people around her finger or manipulate them, always gets what she wants, is good at argumentative conversations.
oh god not this again, i so suck; Relies too much on her friends, hates being alone.
it's like children of the corn but worse; Not living up to her mothers standards, becoming neglected or unwanted, losing someone she cares about, angered men (though she doesn't show it).
you know one day i'm going to; Becoming a layer, meeting ‘the one’, starting a loving and respectable family, being remembered.
it's just this weird innate thing; Taps her fingers when bored or annoyed, curls a strand of hair on her finger when she’s nervous, bites her lower lip when she’s thinking, cursing under her breath quickly when she’s upset.
some things just make me scream; Sensitivity, the ‘tough guy’ exterior, caring and loving, able to contain his anger fairly well, intelligent, spontaneous, romantic, honest, bold, active and fit, laid-back and fun, unique eyes, abs, always smell good, trustworthy, && loyal.
that is the most digusting thing ever; Boring, dull, moronic, repetitive, cocky, whorish, conceited, more involved in himself then other people, doesn’t want a serious relationship, && easily angered.


you best remember this b.itch;
Outgoing && Ariana has never been the shy type of person. She has no problems going up to random strangers and starting a conversation. She is however, afraid of being around complete strangers so in order for her truly outgoing side to show she must have at least one or two of her friends with her.

Sweet & Sour&& Naturally Ari doesn’t like when people dislike her, so unless you completely anger she, she is a very sweet and caring person. That is unless she is around her posse of friends. Being at the top of the popularity chain she doesn't converse with those entirely below her unless she is alone where her reputation isn't on the line. If you aren't popular and you run into her when she's leading her click chances are she'll act like she doesn't even know you. So don't try to say hello. She will also never hesitate to stand up for something she believes in or to fend for herself. How do you think she got top position? By being a pushover? Oh no.

Wild && Wild doesn’t even begin to explain Ariana. She is a big party girl and she’s always the one that’s ends up dancing on top of a table or streaking. You can never guess what she’s going to do; it’s always a surprise. She is however, for the most part, fairly responsible with how often she parties, and she isn’t stupid. She knows what she can handle and what she can’t, but oh boy if she a fiery one when she does let lose entirely.

Spontaneous && Usually Ariana doesn’t think too much before she acts, all her judgements are quite spontaneous, which gets her into trouble frequently. On the contrary though it can be a good thing, often people will back down from her snappy, not thought through, remarks because she can come up with them so quickly.

Loyal && If you get close to her, Ari is one of the most loyal people you will run into. She’d never back stab you or say anything to hurt you. Just make sure that once you are on her good side, you stay there. It’s not easy to get to her bad side if you have been on her good side at one point or another, but once you are there,, you stay there. Her loyalty will turn into horrendous infuriation if you by chance end up flipping sides, and having the Queen utterly against you isn’t something you want. Trust me.

Flirtatious && Even when she doesn’t mean to Ariana is all too flirtatious. She often leads on poor boys simply by chatting with them because she honestly isn’t aware of what kind of affects she has on most males. She’s completely faithful though and would never do anything past simple flirtation when taken by someone. She may not realize the extent to her verbal flirting sometimes but she does know where to draw the line.

Unforgiving && She doesn’t mean too though Ari holds a grudge. If you vex her at all she will hold it against you and use it against you. It takes a lot for her to actually end up forgiving someone and chances are she won’t even take the initiative to try. Basically, once you’re on her bad side the chances of you ever becoming friends with her again are slim to none.
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`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

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Elena Patterson ; 32 ; Deceased && Andrew Patterson ; 39 ; In Jail
it's cause you were dropped as a child; Maria Patterson ; 3 ; Lives with Grandmother
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; June Moultan ; 76 ; Nurse
you know the different kind of uncle; N/A
and the one that looks like a rat; N/A
pretty freakin sure we're not related; N/A
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; Penny ; Maltepoo ; Puppy ; Five Months

it's like hell but only faster;
CHILDHOOD &&

Ariana Miralyn Patterson was born October 3rd, 1989 at 10: 13 am. She was raised normally, like any other child you could say. Her family was abundantly wealthy and she lived decently in a large Victorian in the upper class of Long Beach, New York. Her dad was usually gone away at work, her mom a ‘stay at home’ mother. She was raised with enough love to content her, far from spoiled though not neglected either. Her mom provided the tender loving she yearned for and her father was always the more strict, harsh, rule binding man that never seemed to fail at striking fear into Ariana when she’d done something wrong. Home schooled at first by her outstandingly intelligent mother she was already ahead of the group when she did begin going to school at the beginning of sixth grade; the birth of her younger sister taking away her mothers ability to continue teaching her at home. At firth Ariana was a bit socially awkward, unsure exactly how to interact with the other children. It didn’t take her long though before she broke from her shy and skeptical exterior. By nature she’d always been outgoing and friendly. She soon fit in flawlessly with the normal school routine.
She began to model when she was ten years old; doing small magazine shots as a kid and working her way up as she went on. Modeling was never something she enjoyed though her mother was intent on keeping her in it. Wanting to please her mother she kept it up, never putting more then half-a-heart into all that she did involving modeling though nothing having enough guts to say anything up front.

TEENAGE YEARS &&

It wasn’t until Ari was about thirteen that she began noticing the bruises on her mother. She could tell she was lying though, each time she’d said she tripped, hit something, fell, or whatever elementary executed excuse she used. However, for some reason Ari never actually thought through it thoroughly as to what was truly hurting her. It didn’t take long though. One night a series of arguments and crashes woke her up. She left her room, creeping toward the frightening noise. As she peeked from the hallway she saw her mother being held by her throat by the man Ariana once looked up to, and now feared all the more. She saw her father hit her beloved mother over and over, so much for the ‘falling’ excuse. Without being heard she turned on her heels and silently ran back to her room, sobbing as quietly as possible through the rest of the night. For the next year and a half this became a nightly experience, her mothers cries and sobs being heard through the house; Ari cried herself to sleep every night. No one suspected a thing though, she continued to get faultless grades, continued advancing in everything she did, kept up a happy face around others, and did all she could to keep those she knew from finding out.

One night though it was taken too far. A scream woke her from her nightmares, though this wasn’t the usually pained scream that held her awake at night, it was a tortured, unbearably woeful cry. She immediately scrambled to her feet and, alike the first night, creeping down the hallway she peeked over the wall barrier. Her father was lying on top of her mother, his arms upon the fragile spot of her neck, blocking airway to the struggling body of her mom. She watched in horror as the embodiment continued to struggle before finally falling still. She focused more carefully; noticing her chest no longer rose and fell with breaths. Without being able to contain it a helpless scream fell from her throat. Her father loosened his grip on the lifeless body and looked up, getting to his feet and shuffling forward.

Kicking her numb legs into gear Ari ran for her sister’s room, jumping inside and locking the small room. She sobbed frantically against the cries of her younger sibling and beating of her father’s fists on the cracking wooden door. She looked around in frenzied manner before grabbing her nearly three-year-old sister from the crib and opening the large nursery window. She jumped outside and stopped, unsure of where to go. However Ariana soon saw that the garage was open, and with her father still occupied beating at the near to break door she burst toward the garage, grabbing the dangling car keys off their hook and sprinting toward the Chevy truck.

Fumbling hands unlocked the door as she pulled herself, and sister inside. Locking the doors just as their father peeked at them through the open window she struggled to get the keys in the ignition. Beads of sweat crossed over her forehead and she jarred the car into reverse and sped away, their father grabbing the side of the locked car. He hit his fist against the windshield and Ari shuddered, swearing she heard a crack as she shifted the car into drive. Without hesitation she pressed the pedal fiercely, knocking their surprised father to the floor.

Ariana sped to the only place she knew how to get to, her grandma’s house. Glad for being nearly fifteen and apparently looking old enough to not get pulled over, and having been to her grandmothers house many times previously she knew exactly where to go. After an hour of driving she arrived, explaining the entire story to her mothers, mom. Enraged she called the cops who caught their father two days afterward and sent him to jail instantly. After court, and with Ariana’s first high school year approaching her grandma thought it would be fit for her to go to a boarding school, try to leave her past behind and focus not on what she wanted to do but what she promised herself she’d continue, modeling. The one thing her mother was so intent on keeping her in.
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] sunset horizon.
i don't know what it means, something with; Fifth Year ; Modeling
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; I hope the personality is alright, I put it in a bunch of separate things instead of paragraphs.

you must be smelling your own crotch;

Lia had to give the girl major props, if she’d been in a dress she knew for a fact she wouldn’t have gotten up the tree without completely tearing it apart. Though you’d be lucky if you caught her dead in a dress. It most certainly was not Nadalia’s style to be seen in a dress, or anything completely formal as far as that went. Skirts however were a different story. Well, depending on the skirt. See, Naddi had a very… unique style. She loved to wear random clothes; throw things together that didn’t even match, and all in all, stand out. She hated wearing the same thing as someone else or being caught looking like them. Of course there were those days, like today, where she was simple in her clothing choice. Nothing but a band tee or tank top along with khaki shorts, ripped pants, or skinny jeans. It depended on where she was going, what she was doing, and whom she’d be seeing. It wasn’t like she tried to look different for certain people but… well, it’s like, you wouldn’t wear a ball gown to McDonalds and you wouldn’t wear a tank top and shorts to prom.

Nadalia was glad not to be questioned a million times when she didn’t take the offered cigarette, perhaps it was because she’d brought out her own pack soon afterward. Whatever the case was, she was just glad not be pestered about it. Alice seemed more like a laid back person, and so far, someone Naddi could really get along with. At least for parties. Usually Lia didn’t get along with people though, she always found something wrong with them, judged them right away. If they made one wrong move on their first introduction she’d instantly hate them. Why? It was never known, well, actually it was. It was more that it was never discussed. To Lia though, it was just easier to hate people. Besides, having the least close friends as possible in the end would be better anyway. Then you don’t have to worry about getting all attached to them and shit, and then they wouldn’t be in danger of Lia’s ‘curse’. Shaking her head steadily a sigh dared to escape her barely parted labrums though she held it in, she didn’t want this female to say anything. It was Lia’s own business, shit she hadn’t ever told anyone. Not even her two best friends Lexie and BJ, not even her extremely close friend Marina. No one knew of her past or why she didn’t want to be close to anyone.

Alice seemed to listen as Lia explained her hair a bit, though soon after her attention drifted back to the tree house, it looked to interest her more. A small chuckle blew past her lips before she prepared to speak again. “Took me nearly three weeks to make..” Even Naddi trailed off at the end, looking around to examine her own work though she’d done it a million times. Alice’s voice brought her back to the real world and after she spoke Lia was silent for a minute, staring blankly at her and the lighter in her hand. After a few seconds Nadalia laughed again. Nearly hysterical, carefree, and yet controlled. After a few more seconds she finally managed to hush her laughing, speaking through chuckled murmuring. “No—I meant something to – lit the place. I’ve got my – own lighter.” She paused, taking in a deep breath. She wasn’t sure what she thought was so funny, yet Lia just found it hilarious. She could see where Alice came from though, she had said ‘do you have a light’, usually a term she often used to ask for a lighter to. “My bad, I shoulda explained it better. But like, if we get a flashlight or something so it’s not so dark we can hot box this.” She reached out then, closer to Alice then was exactly comfortable but Lia ignored the odd feeling of closeness and grabbed the blank board, pulling it to herself a little quicker then necessary. “We can block the door with this.” Gazing down at the board already she lifted her scrutiny to look at Alice, hoping she wasn’t offended that Lia had laughed earlier.

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