Post by Vegas on Dec 9, 2007 19:58:59 GMT -5
She's crazy about the boy from Neverneverland
Name::
Vegas
Gender::
femmora
Age::
forever 17
Blood Type::
Vampire
Appearance::
taken celeb;Dakota Rose
Personality::
A wild child by nature she is always getting into trouble, doing her best to have a good time all the time. A spontaneous, crazy person make her someone everyone adores, Vegas is the life of the party. A caring type she can't help but try to help everyone, can't help but try and please everyone in order to make them happy, it's just what she does. Don't get me wrong this vampriss has a serious side which comes in handy in times of need, but she lives her life on the edge, deciding things on a whim, changing her mind often. An intelligent gal makes her great when it comes to sticky situations, which helps her every time she finds her self in too deep. A passionate, loving, wild child who everyone hates to love.
Rp Example::
The same old routine, oh how this made her day, sarcastically speaking of course. It wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do, not in the least bit in fact, to her it was a pest. Food. Truly who needs it? I mean get a few vitamins for the day drink a glass of water and a glass of oj, finish off with soy milk and call it a day. Besides who needs food when you've got lovely intoxicating beverages to fight off any ounce of the empty feeling in your stomach. Shame she had to do this, waste money, time, energy, and a beautiful day, but I suppose if it keeps the consolers, the parent, and social services off her back for a while it's worth those small sacrifices.
Music blaring, destroying any chance she had of hearing something completely, people made funny faces the reason for this was beyond her. I mean really is it a crime to dance/sing your way around a grocery store while throwing random items into a cart? Maybe it was the short skirt, knee high converse, and overly large hoody (which covered a tight t-shirt as well as most of her skirt, looking more like a dress then anything). Or it could be the heavy eye liner, bright green eye shadow, & mess bun pig tail things. What ever it was it resulted in rather funny faces, so brilliant in fact she couldn't help but laugh hysterically, after all why should/would she care.
The cart was filled with mainly candy and vegetables, and of course the former mentioned necessities. Truly food in general was repulse to her but whatever, it was all for show. Plus if she actually ever did eat any of it it's not like she wouldn't throw it up afterward. Have to make room for the alcohol & various drugs of course. Hell it was better then the d**n memories flooding her mind, it was better then the image of her father's scattered brains forever etched in her mind. It was better then picturing her siblings faces as the bright lights of the truck that entered them from the land of the living to that of the dead.
Mind raced with her pessimistic thoughts and memories, so she started to sing loud to not caring what ever faces people gave her, besides she was quite good at singing. Feet rested on the carriage touching down to push every now and again as she used it as transportation around the store. Dark emerald eyes scanning the shelves for the drastically healthy and drastically unhealthy foods, she loved the look on the employees faces when they saw the food, trying to figure out how the hell she stayed so thin. It was priceless, good thing money was never an issue, work plus mom equals never ending cash.
Plans formed in her head trying to figure out how to pass the night and possibly the day away today, something she did every day, although more often then not she ditched the plans and wound up doing something far different. Where's the fun in living if you don't live according to each moment? This thought reminded her of that song from rent which she automatically began to hum to herself forgetting completely about the song that was currently killing her ear drums.
Music blaring, destroying any chance she had of hearing something completely, people made funny faces the reason for this was beyond her. I mean really is it a crime to dance/sing your way around a grocery store while throwing random items into a cart? Maybe it was the short skirt, knee high converse, and overly large hoody (which covered a tight t-shirt as well as most of her skirt, looking more like a dress then anything). Or it could be the heavy eye liner, bright green eye shadow, & mess bun pig tail things. What ever it was it resulted in rather funny faces, so brilliant in fact she couldn't help but laugh hysterically, after all why should/would she care.
The cart was filled with mainly candy and vegetables, and of course the former mentioned necessities. Truly food in general was repulse to her but whatever, it was all for show. Plus if she actually ever did eat any of it it's not like she wouldn't throw it up afterward. Have to make room for the alcohol & various drugs of course. Hell it was better then the d**n memories flooding her mind, it was better then the image of her father's scattered brains forever etched in her mind. It was better then picturing her siblings faces as the bright lights of the truck that entered them from the land of the living to that of the dead.
Mind raced with her pessimistic thoughts and memories, so she started to sing loud to not caring what ever faces people gave her, besides she was quite good at singing. Feet rested on the carriage touching down to push every now and again as she used it as transportation around the store. Dark emerald eyes scanning the shelves for the drastically healthy and drastically unhealthy foods, she loved the look on the employees faces when they saw the food, trying to figure out how the hell she stayed so thin. It was priceless, good thing money was never an issue, work plus mom equals never ending cash.
Plans formed in her head trying to figure out how to pass the night and possibly the day away today, something she did every day, although more often then not she ditched the plans and wound up doing something far different. Where's the fun in living if you don't live according to each moment? This thought reminded her of that song from rent which she automatically began to hum to herself forgetting completely about the song that was currently killing her ear drums.