Post by lacie delilah londres. on Dec 21, 2009 21:53:43 GMT -5
F U L L N A M E ,
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lacie delilah londres.
N I C K N A M E S,
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lace, cici.
A G E ,
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nineteen & the eighteenth of december.
G E N D E R ,
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female.
S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N ,
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heterosexual.
T O W N I E / F A C U L T Y / S T U D E N T ,
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townie.
R E S I D E N T I A L C O L L E G E ,
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not attending one at the moment.
J O B ,
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stipper at lotus night club. (if not, then a waitress.)
Y E A R ,
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n/a.
H O M E T O W N ,
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nashville, texas.
L I K E S ,
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sex, parties, drinking, smoking, dancing, shiny cars, candy, make-up, shopping, high heels, her cowboy boots, horses.
D I S L I K E S ,
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rain, goody-two-shoes, hangovers, fast food, meat, cheap things, dating, love, when people mock her accent, the police.
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she was raped and abused by her father when she was young; now she doesn't believe in love, she has gotten pregnant and had abortions multiple times.
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that she'll fall in love with someone and get her heart broken, that she'll get pregnant and have to take another life.
G O A L S ,
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to move somewhere quieter; to move away from her mother, to get a ranch of her own when she gets older.
P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S ,
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slutty, manipulative, cunning, witty, sarcastic, cold, narcisstic, outgoing, bitchy, backstabber, venemous.
F A M I L Y ,
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louise londres; mother, fourty nine - jonathan londres; father, fifty (in jail) - distant cousins and such, but lacie is an only child.
B E H I N D T H E F A C E ,
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oh hello. my name's AURELISH and i've been role-playing for FOUR years. LACIE LONDRES looks a lot like MILEY CYURS and is amongst ZERO other characters i play, and i found this site through AD ON CAUTION
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[/blockquote]lacie loved the studio. it was like her second home; she lived to go there. even if it held lots of teary-songs and fake ones, she loved all the buttons that fixed her voice to perfection and that added some kind of special effect that made the song that much better than it was originally. the cool thing about it, though, was that the people completely accepted her ideas for the songs and such and took them into consideration, showing her what they wanted to do and checking with her to see if it was okay. because she was the one writing the songs, she got some say in how she wanted the effects to be done and where and when, especially for how long. she didn't want her voice too auto-tuned, because then it would make her sound crappy live and fake on the cd. sometimes, though, when she had to record a song in studio for a dead-line and her voice wasn't the best, she gave them the right to auto-tune her voice as much as they wanted. another cool thing was that, aside from the fake, party-and-completely-happy songs that her record label wrote for her, she wrote all the songs by herself. sometimes she needed some help with the music, but usually she wrote every single song by herself -- a quality of a true musician. when she was younger, her father had always admired this quality, and told her; that's when she had decided that singing and writing songs was what she wanted to do. having so much support from her father really encouraged her to do better, even if her mother rarely cared because she was so busy trying to show her twin some love.
lacie had a crush on justin ever since they were in grade four. she had loved the way he never seemed to care about how nerdy she was or how fat she was; he never seemed to care that he was a loner, either. they were two peas in a pod; so different but so alike at the same time. they had a lot in common, but had a lot that they liked that the other didn't. maybe that was why they got along so well -- they were the same, but they weren't, and whatever the case was, they accepted eachother and remained friends. of course, their connection had been shaken from the whole being discovered thing; the two were pulled apart almost brutally. she had felt so lonely in the beginning without justin -- he was such a big part of her life and she had always had such a huge crush on him that it was harsh on her heart to be so far away from him, as it seemed. she got through it somehow, though, and her heart fluttered and her stomach did flip-flops whenever she did get to see him or when they were allowed to record a song together. she could never sleep the night that she knew they would be recording, imaging the scenarios in her mind.. maybe, she'd finally be strong and courageous enough to admit how she felt. she never was, though. everytime she thought she could do it, she'd walk up to him and get lost in his eyes and forget all her thoughts completely. and then, the doubts would hit her; all the negative thoughts and the bad scenarios and she would chicken out and say something completely random that made no sense. justin would look at her weird, probably wondering why she had done what she did, and she always woul blush scarlet and stutter an excuse to get away from him and collect herself. sometimes, she hated what he did to her, but sometimes she loved it. she loved the way he stole her breath, sometimes she despised the fact that she was always breathless around him. she loved the way she blushed whenever he complimented her; even the smallest things made her trip over her words and flustered her to no end. not to mention, they made her check out her appearance. that's the thing she hated about his compliments -- to follow them, she would look at herself in a mirror, one of the things she hated, and not think about his compliments.. she'd look at herself and pick out the things that she hated, then go and eat and make herself throw up because she was just that fucking ugly. he made her giddy inside, but he made her hate herself more. his perfection; standing next to him at a show or sitting next to him when writing a song or just plain hanging out reminded her of how lucky she was that she had something so damn beautiful inside and out as a friend, and she thanked god for him. she loved him endlessly, from the bottom of her soul and all the way up, with everything in her.. and she wouldn't have it any other way.
that's why, when she heard of his drinking and partying and such in the media, she went to go talk to him. she had this trip in her mind for awhile, but she was planning it out perfectly. lacie was also a perfectionist, so everything had to be exactly the way she wanted, or she got very upset -- not at the people around her, but at herself. it was one of her worst traits. when she heard of justin's path that veered him away from his loving, caring soul, she decided that she had to do something about it. it hurt her endlessly to think that he'd become this.. thing that she didn't know; this alcoholic. he didn't deserve that. he didn't need that. he deserved everything and the best, the world and anything else, but not the worst things in life that would hurt him. it hurt her when she saw him and heard of him doing things that hurt him; her heart ached when another story of him partying it up and drinking came up in a magazine, and she was honestly depressed for days over it. some people had told her that it was stupid to get so upset over him, and his desicisons, but she couldn't fucking help it. she loved him so much, she couldn't help but get so upset over his faults and thoughts of doing things so horrible. then again, she was the one who shoved her finger down her throat and made herself throw up, but she didn't necassarily think of that as a bad thing. she just wanted to become more beautiful, more pretty, so maybe justin would see her as more than a friend one day -- so she could prove all the people that had bullied her in the past wrong. she hadn't reached the weight she wanted to be yet; she was one hundred and ten pounds, and it was still too much for her. lacie knew that some people noticed her declining weight, but spoke nothing on the matter, of course. she couldn't tell anyone about her thoughts until the process was done and she was beautiful. it didn't work that way.
she looked over at him when he raised his eyebrows at her and gave her that smirk that sent her over the edge; made her heart burst into a marathon of blood-pumping and made her want to kiss him right then and there. it wasn't until her brain processed what he had said that she had snapped out of her love-sick daze. what? no. she insisted, her hazel eyes widening at the thought of her singing infront of her family and friends; the people who knew her and knew when something was wrong and when something wasn't right. it made her sick to her stomach when she thought of the people she cared about worrying over her and her stupid emotions and weight-obsession and such. she couldn't let them worry over her -- she was a big girl, she could care for herself. she didn't want them suspecting anything bad going on. lacie refused to sing in her home town, in this trip. she just couldn't.
lacie smiled softly to herself as she watched him look out the window to the lake, probably, admiring his angelic features. the pale, brilliant skin; the chocolate-brown eyes that made her want to melt; his same-coloured curls that were styled so damn perfectly and made her want to run her hands through it; his figure, which made her go wild; and, at last -- but certainly not least -- his smile, which made her weak in the knees. she blinked and snapped herself out of it when he turned to her, a scowl on his lips. she shrugged when he complained to her, her eyes scanning the room. it used to be her sister's room, but now it was empty. the paint was chipped a little from when she threw her fits and threw stuff at the walls, the furniture not her's. it was a guest bedroom now, of course, and lacie wondered if justin remembered that it was her sister's or not. the thought of her sister sombered her, and her face fell for a few moments. the two hadn't been in touch at all, even though they were twins and they were supposed to be together. looking exactly like the other had to count for something, right? but apparently it didn't for her sister; all she saw was their father's favorite, and hated lacie for it. she had never rejected the idea -- she knew it was true, but it hurt all the same. lacie looked up from her shoes when he spoke again, and this time it was her turn to scowl at him. i told you, no. she said stubbornly, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him. she wasn't kidding, not one bit. she would kick and scream if that was going to be what it would take so they wouldn't make her go. even though she didn't want to act like a little girl, she would resort to it if it came to that. she absolutely despised the idea of going and singing to those people, in her hometown.
she looked behind her as her mother called them down and inhaled quietly to herself as justin walked past her, smiling a little from the axe that he was wearing. she followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen, hugging her mother once more in greeting. lacie watched the exchange between her mom and him, her eyes widening in disbelief when he asked if there was alcohol in the house. she wanted to scream at him so bad for even fucking asking the question, but when her mom calmly replied that there wouldn't be and he stormed out, she lost it and followed him angrily. justin! she shouted, huffing to herself. if this was what he was going to be like, then maybe she shouldn't have brought him home. it was one thing to be addicted, and, yeah, obviously craving whatever he was addicted to, but to storm out on her mother? that was rude. she caught up to him, grabbing his arm and walking infront of him. she glared at him, warning him to stop with her eyes. now, you listen to me, justin matthew parker. i will not have you being rude in my house. she spat, fire in her eyes. it died down after a few seconds, and she inhaled and exhaled deeply through her nose. she relaxed after a minute, sighing and cocking her head to the side at him. justin, where'd you go? she felt like she didn't know him anymore. the boy that stood infront of her was never rude to her mother, but.. here he was, being just that.
hey. uh, i was wondering if i could make the nick jonas for my friend and make him active with dexter and once we're both active, i could play her? i just wanted to get her app up.
