Post by stella welles. on Aug 17, 2009 23:09:07 GMT -5
STELLA EVANGALINE WELLES
twenty , university , hedonistic
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yo, yo, yo! the name is lena and i'm living life as a femmefatal. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only sixteen. for three years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that keep spinning circles
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[/size]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?
the name is stella evangaline welles. but please, just call me stella. maybe stell, if i like you. i don't think i hate anything more than my name. well, i'll be fair, stella isn't that bad a name, but evangaline? really? sometimes i just don't get why people would name their kids that. i'm sure my mother would go insane if her middle name was evangaline. supposedly, 'stella' means star in latin. 'stella' also happens to be my mother's best friend's (my godmother) name. so, not to original on my parents' part.
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]my mother stressfully popped me out on january third, nineteen ninety. yeah, i'm hella old. don't mention it. my birth was nothing special. at all. just posed with a few relatives and such. sure, i was all fleshy and crying, by i really was happy to escape the prison cell otherwise known as my mother's womb. kudos to the doctor that delivered me so quickly. i owe 'im one.
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]sorry ladies, this is guys only.
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]i'm into photography, getting my picture taken, parks, dogs, pinstripe, dresses, parties, drinks with the umbrellas in them (alcohol or not), dressing up, giving people makeovers, choosing other people wardrobe, pastel colors, gossip, fair weather, double decker buses, big cities, ballet, soap operas, playing dirty, competing, teen age dramas, chick flicks, drive-ins, movie nights, sweet things, hosting parties, and shopping.
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]i can't stand public bathrooms, sharing anything, crowded spaces, desperate people, chauvinists, hangovers, one night stands, being inferior, getting low grades, being compared, losing, being monitored/babysat, cowards, and being controlled.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]well, getting through college at the top of my class is always something. i deserve it most, anyway. i've probably worked my behind the hardest, so naturally i'm more than deserving. as for long-term, well, i'd like to get a really good paying job without my parents' help. without my dad recommending me to some hotshot ceo, or my mother sleeping with some higher-up. i don't think i'll get too far with their help anymore.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]eh, love. such a fickle thing. i'll be perfectly honest, i've plowed through my fair share of boyfriends and flings. but who hasn't? i've had enough stable relationships and one night stands for a lifetime. and yet... i am nowhere near satisfied. i've gotta act quick- before all the good ones are taken. speed dating and blind dates are always an option....
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]donovan welles. forty-five. some people call him 'mr. welles', i know this guy as 'dad. he's some company's ceo. he's a busy guy, making money... doing ceo stuff. yeah, i don't know much about him. the cliche rich kid's father. always busy. i'm not too close to him, but he's better than my mother, at least. kristene welles. former model and dancer (what kind of dancer, i don't really know. she just told me she was a dancer back then). she's no better than my dad. while he's out and about, he's fondling some male stripper (mr donovan welles certainly doesn't know). nice. she doesn't need me. she's got twobreastbest friends, anyway. funnily enough, i took the liberty of naming them for her. laura and santigos. yeah, i named those puppies. i swear, they're big enough to have their own gravitational pull. and for my most favorite family member. probably the one with the least issues. caleb. i tower over the little guy. and he weights about twelve- maybe fifteen at the most- pounds. he's also the baddest son of a bitch you'll ever meet. literally. caleb's a jack russell terrier. it's pretty sad. the most sane of the welles' family is a dog.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]psssh. secret? what secret? but really, i'd rather not let word get out- so keep that mouth shut! this isn't as big and juicy as other scandals.... i shoplift. i've got a fivefinger discount. at most every story i visit. it's pretty sad, really. my dad's a ceo and i still shoplift. i've got eight credit cards. even with those eight plastic rectangles of pure bliss and wonders, i can help but slid items into my pockets. pathetic.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
A long acrylic nailed-pointer finger dipped into a large vat of white chocolate, the owner of the offensive finger gazed almost lazily as she stirred the smooth liquid. Perched upon a shimmering throne that seemed to be made completely of diamond, was the avaricious Queen of Diamonds herself. She was dressed in rather strange attire; the long dress she wore flowed in the very same manner the white chocolate did, her hair piece was detailed with something that resembled a single scoop of ice cream, the scarf she kept around her thin neck seemed to be coated in small sprinkles. Even her hair looked sleek and mildly edible, the loose hairs that came from the nape of her neck looked very much like pale blonde candy floss. Despite how delectable the young woman looked, it was certain that if one were to take a bite out of her, they would immediately cringe away and complain of a bitter, tart taste. The Queen of Diamonds was not a kind girl, to say the least.
She spent most of her mornings like this, one hand hovering over a small silver pot of melted chocolate that was placed next to her diamond throne. Maids and butlers would scurry about, going up to their queen every now and then to offer her something sweet from a small silver platter. She would simple shake her head and dismiss her underling, sending them back to work. To say that the Queen of Diamonds liked pretty things was a complete understatement. Beauty and luxury was plentiful in her crystalline castle. The maids and butlers were dressed in complicated, ravish clothes (accessorized with gems and jewels of various colors and sizes) that matched the 'diamond and sweets' theme that the Queen adored so very much. She even expected her king to dress and act in a manner that suited her lavish home.
And while the Queen lived a happy, beautiful lifestyle, the people of her kingdom were not as pleased, nor amused with the Queen's way of life. She had all the luxury, the comfort, leaving her people with nothing. In contrast with her awe-inspiring home, the rest of her kingdom was an eyesore, completely and utterly pitiful. People had a scarce amount money- families were struggle to survive. There was even the occasional famine that would wipe out a third of the population, give or take a few starving men. Trade was decreasing and the Queen was (mostly) to blame. And what did the Queen of Diamonds do? Nothing. Her people only watched as her wildest dreams became a reality, as real as their most horrifying nightmares. Her greed and ignorance towards the peoples' suffer were most definitely her greatest flaws. But she sat upon her exquisite throne, one finger coated with chocolate. What was a young queen with an uncontrollable desire for money to do?
It wasn't that she was unkind, as selfish as she seemed. No, the Queen of Diamonds was capable of being as warm and gentle as her eldest sister, she just chose to put herself first. Was that an act of unkindness? She certainly didn't think so. Spoiling herself with things she had no significant use for was her way of telling herself 'I love you'. The Queen of Diamonds was just oblivious when it came to the fragile feelings of others. She often forgot that others' feelings were as twice as feeble and weak as a thin sheet of glass, while her feelings could be tossed into a meat grinder and come out unscratched (sometimes).
The young blonde blinked, snapping out of a small reverie that featured a vast amount of liquor, several mountains of chocolate, a large pile of diamonds, and herself. A small maid with a ferocious blush on her face peered up at the queen, a platter in her shaking hands. The Queen of Diamonds snatched her finger from the chocolate and slipped it between her anxious lips. She gazed upon the treats and sweets displayed before her, her pointer finger still in her mouth. Plucking a small cake with a strawberry sitting on a small cushion of whipped cream from the tray, she ushered the fidgety maid away with a dismissive wave of her hand.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!
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