Post by effie le rouge. on Aug 18, 2009 17:08:03 GMT -5
EFFIE LEANDE LE ROUGE
twenty , citizen , determined
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yo, yo, yo! the name is penelope and i'm living life as a lil' miss. 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?
"funny you should ask about my name. well believe it or not, my real name is effie. and no, my mom didn't hate me, she did give me that name and another one too. i was born with the name eufemia. i don't know what the hell that name was, but yeah, when i was ten i decided to just go with effie. my mom did too. i don't know, i think she was drunk when she named me. i like effie. i don't know what, i guess cause it's different. and eufemia is different in a whole new category! my last name is le rouge, and as you should know already, it's french. well cause i was born in france, and it'll only be proper for a french family to have that name. and well, my middle name is leande. and i really don't know where i got that from, but whatever right?"
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]"i'm twenty and was born in the summer of nineteen-eighty-nine. well i was told by my mom that she had no one to look after her while her pregnancy. and so it was tough for her to not be drinking while i was born. and so thats why i'm not messed up today. but i have a feeling she drank while i was in her womb. i mean look at my nose! well what can you do right? anyways, i was born and bred in france. when i turned ten i then moved to new jersey (odd right?) because my mom married an person, well, from new jersey. so that's how i ended up here, in new jersey. my mom well she's married now, and her new 'husband' is possibly seeing other women. well, just cause i'm sneaky and too honest, doesn't that give me a right to figure out?"
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]"honestly? haha, ok well i'm straight and into guy's of course. and le femmes, well, you never know with me. but i'm mainly into guys no matter what."
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]"i'm into everything fun. and you want me to be specific right? ok well i like: summer, hot guys, partying, being sneaky, expressing myself, and with that well, when i express myself it's easier than showing emotion. it's weird with me actually, not liking to show emotion. i hate crying or being angry in front of people, so i usually draw whenever i'm sad or angry, even happy, yeah. i can never show a person how i really feel by crying and yelling. i simply just state how i feel about a certain topic rather than being a total drama queen about everything. anyways more on the list of course such as: loving love, yeah i know a bit to lovey-dovey. but yeah, i can so be a romantic, in a cute way, and a sexy way. but i'm such a romantic it's hilarious. and i love making jokes and having an outgoing time. it's too fun! and i'm a total believer in not wasting your life being so droopy, and having everything get the better out of you. i hate when that happens, and i hate when people act like that. overall i like being different and outgoing and, well, crazy if you want to put it that way, haha."
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]"well, i believe that we shouldn't hate anything but i must say that i'm honest about this category. i really hate: backstabbers, procrastinating, droopy days, things that don't make sense, and yeah that's a big one. i hate things that are stupid. just plain out stupid. and by hearing all this, i know you might think i'm high-maintenance or just plain weird and a total dramatic specific person, or whatever, but i'm serious. who like's things that are dumb and just make no sense, period? no one. and definitely not me. anyways i absolutely hate when people ask me what i'm saying over and over again. i mean i speak damn english fine, and yeah i know i have a strong accent, but who can help that? no one! there's no surgery for your mouth or throat, or whatever, that prevents you from talking in such a weird or totally known accent. yeah most people wish since a lot of people rely on surgery to better themselves, haha. i also hate when guys and/or girls make themselves look so high and important. um, personality check, you're not perfect. no one is."
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]"haha, i love this question. only because people never believe me. i really want to become a secret spy. no really, i do. it's not a joke! trust me. i'm just that conniving and nosy. well i don't like being nosy, but i'm just a person who wants to be on top of things, and like to know things first-hand. i feel like figuring mysteries or crimes, if that's better for you, would be fun in my part, since i like to use my sneakiness to help others, and sometimes, destroy them. haha, anyways, it's definitely not my passion or something i can rely on, but i my number one passion is art. i can do anything with art. art is something that helps me get through a day, and i can never go without one day not drawing something. i can use so much emotion, well as i stated before, is usually how i get away from showing emotion. which of course, might not be a good thing, but it's just how i get through with things. weird or not, it's just me."
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]"well if you may ask i don't have a boyfriend, sadly, yes i know. anyways, but i'm such a romantic that i fall for any cute and hot guy with surfer-ab's that come my way. and no, i don't have a type of guy i like to date, but i do have certain looks i go for. well, i guess that's having a 'type' of guy, right? so yeah i had a boyfriend, but it didn't go on to well. actually i knew he had a fling and was making love with other women, so i had to spy on him, and so i found him in a club with a stripper, and he was half-naked, and the stripper was wearing a...well i don't know, it was dark, so she might as well had nothing on. yeah and so i yelled at him for that, and he threatened me that if he ever saw me again that he'd kill me. he's a phsyco, i promise. but i wasn't intimidated by that at all. i'm not that stupid. and he's in paris, and i'm in new jersey, so what can possibly happen? but i'm still looking for that mr. right. isn't everyone? but now that i'm single and all, well i do like to have fun. and you know what fun *wink wink*, haha."
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]"i've told you this before, and now i'll go into detail, since you asked. well my mom had a lover, her boyfriend in other words, and he made her pregnant. and so she had me. so i really don't know who my real 'daddy' was, but i know that my dad or step-dad, whatever, is a really nice man. yeah sure, and he has a ton of money. i guess thats how my mom felt for him, pity pity. anyways, i still doubt his intentions on marrying my mom. yeah, i know, she's a beauty and that of course could be the reason why he'd want to marry her. but there are other things. he could be a player...a married player. so as we're speaking, he could be hooking up with a lady at a bar right about now! and me and my mom are so close, that people could often mistake us for sisters. she's only thirty-five, mind you. and it's surprising she kept me, at such a young age after i was born. i guess that's why we're so close. and about the siblings jive, well i'm an only child, and my mom, well she wants a baby boy. so they're thinking about adopting a baby boy, or even a young and grown boy. it would be a pity if he was to be cute. and no, if my adoptive brother who would surprisingly be my age, was cute, i would not hook up with him. that'll be a sin. hello! he would be my brother!"
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]"i know your lips aren't sealed, but i love a good nudge to my life, so i'll tell you. well it's not easy to say this, and i'm certainly not proud of it, but it was necessary at the time. i was a stripper at a popular bar in paris. my mom needed the money then, so this is what i suggested i would do. but i didn't tell my mom i was going to strip for the money, oh no. i just secretly gave her the money each night. and each night i would lie, saying that i was going to pick up money from a friend. and then after a month of suspiscion of how i got the money, my mom wanted the truth. and i didn't want to lie to her anymore, so i told her that i was a stripper and getting the money from there. i was so used to stripping, but i still feel a little shock and disturbance inside of when i used to strip."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
Effie was looking away from the large land mass of greenery. The grass swished, while the tree’s leaves ruffled, and the wind whispered to her, it was all a live natural chorus. The air was dry but she knew it wasn’t a heat wave, because the clouds started to form together each like a chain. And everything went gray. The sun was hidden behind the darkened clouds, and it looked as if the clouds were full of rain trying to burst out in no time. All of the bright and vibrant landscapes grew more colorful as the skies grew more dull. It was a beautiful contrast, and looked beautiful and dreadful at the same time, according to Effie.
Effie fixed her red-plaid-button-down-shirt, unbuttoning it revealing a swimsuit underneath. She felt like a maniac having a long sleeved, plaid, shirt on in this hot and dry day. Which was soon going to be showered by cooling rain. Just what Effie wanted. Slowly the wind grew tough and started to swish throughout the dry land, surrounding Effie’s quiet and sealed house. She was the only one home at the moment, and her parent’s were out doing whatever. Luckily she was alone, that was the only time Effie felt independent, and able to do whatever she wants. It overjoyed her actually, and made her feel free, rather than her mom be all kissy-kissy with her and ‘my little girl’ every now and then, which of course, drives Effie into insanity. She was twenty for goodness sake, and wanted her own house and freedom to do whatever. But didn’t all son’s and daughter’s want that?
A sudden motion of her legs rising and Effie stood straight on her feet. She lowered her jean shorts and fixed her brown belt. Balancing on one leg, Effie raised her right feet and massaged the sole of it, and did the same with her bare-left-foot. The neighborhood was nice and quiet, Effie heard a slight sound of a truck coming down the country-like street. It was a neighborhood that looked like country land. Everything was nature there. And across from Effie’s house, was a golden field, full of vegetables and fruit ready to be harvested and eaten. The truck engine sounded closer and closer to Effie’s house. She then noticed the truck had arrived right in front of the quiet-country-side house of her’s.
Never once did she recognize or ever seen the blue, dented, and paint-peeled-country-truck, that suddenly out of the blue, pulled over right in front of Effie. Squinting her eyes, Effie looked carefully at the driver who hit hard on the brake, that let out a screeching sound, which made the unattractive truck stop. A confused and dazed look appeared on Effie’s face, as many questions of the person inside the truck circled through her head. There was a sudden action of the truck’s driver-side-door opening and a man, younger than Effie, appearing out of the old truck.
She wasn’t at all pleased at this. Who was the man, and why did he stop right in front of Effie’s house? And no, he wasn’t an old man, or a middle-aged man. He was in his older teens, let’s say he was, seventeen or eighteen. The teen had messy and unkempt brunette hair, which he now and then messed up with his hand. Facial hair was seen surrounding his lower face and side’s. The small hairs of his facial hair was skimmed and shaved down to his skin, even though bits of brown-reddish hair was shown. He wore a white, V-neck, shirt that draped over black-skinny-jeans. He was surely more attractive than the old bagged truck, according to Effie. “Um, who are you?” Effie asked not paying too much attention on his looks, but more on the situation. The teen didn’t answer back, but just kept walking towards Effie. “Didn’t you hear me? Who are you?” Effie would not give up, she’d knock on his forehead if she had to, to get an answer. It was one thing, eating and not being able to respond, and there was another thing which Effie hated, no responding to her or anyone when someone addresses you something.
The teen looked at Effie and then looked around. He was right in front of her and not saying anything. This made Effie uncomfortable and felt the need to run away from him right now, or run in the house to lock herself. “Seriously man! Who are you!?” Effie said that once and for all. He nodded and said, “I’m sorry miss. I’m looking for a Damien and Lauren Le Rouge.” Effie was surprised at this sudden question, from a teenager that drove a truck out of no where in front of Effie’s house, asking for the people who have the same name as her parents. Actually, those were the names of her parents. Effie was silent and the only thing heard was the swishing sound of the wind that bristled through the bushes and ruffles of leaves. Loud silence.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!
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