Post by alexandra penelope leot on Apr 10, 2009 11:33:50 GMT -5
' alexandra penelope leot !
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that mouth, and those lips
no boy can resist.
these street signs ring no bells.
i'm not in love but,
i've already fell
now now, don't pay all the attention to alexandra penelope leot because there's another midnight massacre in our clutches, and that's laurel. she just so happens to have been slashing for fouteen years. although they may seem a bit sketchy, they're totally female. you could say they've had mucho experiance at their misery business. *cough cough* exactly four years or so. you may have noticed they impersonate no one too. but, they're best at playing themselves! :]] [/color]
neato 'name player !
[/font]makes you sound like royalty[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
babe, i've been checking you out for seventeen. that babe has been living under the name of alexandra penelope leot, but you can call her alex or al. she's totally off limits though 'cause she's from paris, france/new york city. this dope player has been working through their parol by becoming a camper. they came into this god forsaken world on january 3, and ever since they've been charming the boys whoot! have they had a handful!
you're 'kinda cute!
[/font]makes you look like a model[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
dudee 'the hair! chocolate brown, slightly thick, medium lenth, wavy/curly
oh em gee, those eyes! wide, ice blue, sometimes look green
geez, look at those tats! black outline of a small heart on her lower hip, ears x2
gawd, skinnyy...! 5'4", 107, a bit too skinny
wowee, hott stuff!
Alex’s hair is dark, chocolaty brown, almost looking black at times. It is somewhat thick, and naturally curly. When Alexandra was little, her hair was always at either her middle or lower back, but recently she switched to a shorter style. Now coming maybe an inch or two past her shoulders, her hair also is cut into slightly choppy layers with side bangs. She usually doesn’t bother to do much with her hair just wearing it down, and maybe adding a headband of barrette. However, when in the mood, she will style it differently.
People have always complimented Alexandra on her wide eyes. They always seem to be full of expression, especially when she is excited. Even with her hair always falling in them and her long, luscious eyelashes, they are noticeable with just a glance. She would never consider getting colored contacts, and would hate having to deal with glasses. Alex loves their icy blue color that seems to darken as it moves out from the iris. In the right light, her eyes have tints of gray in them while the blue color is still visible.
Alex is often described as much too skinny. She’s just gotten used to it, really. And to be honest, she had learned to not be offended by it. So what? She only weighs about 107 pounds at seventeen. Just because she is small doesn’t mean she has some sort of eating disorder, does it? She is about average height at 5’4, but with all of the ‘six and seven footers’ walking about, she finds herself feeling quite short. Still, she is told that she is average, and that’s better than being called a shrimp in her opinion.
She really doesn't have any stunning battle scars or anything. Alexandra does have a few here and there from those little accidents you have as a kid, but nothing that stands out. She has the outline of a small heart tattooed on her lower right hip. However, it is even hard to see when she is just in a bikini, and she likes it that way. It isn't that she regrets getting the tattoo; she loves it, but that doesn't mean she wants to show it off. Jaylie also has her ears pierced twice in each ear; again, nothing drastic. She got them pierced once, and could never choose which earrings to where, so she got them done a second time; simple as that.
Her style has a wide variety. Sometimes you can find her in a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt, while it isn’t rare to see her wearing a miniskirt and heels. It just depends. Alexandra loves bright colors and being unique, though, and her clothes show it. The brightness of many of her clothes is attention grabbing, but, shockingly, that isn't really her reason for wearing them. She just doesn’t like looking like everyone else. absolutely loves leg warmers, and is often told she has many too many of the things. She also loves wearing strange t-shirts with the weirdest sayings on them. When it comes to shoes, she could spend all the money in the world on them. Alex will wear pumps one day, and be wearing a pair of ballet flats or skater shoes the next. She doesn’t obsess over one kind of clothing; she just wears whatever fits her mood or what her plans are.
you're 'okay nice!
[/font]makes you act like a therapist[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
i love! at least 10 likes!
eh, i hate! at least 10 dislikes!
i always do that thing! at least 3 habits!
wow! you scared me! at least 3 fears!
i wish i may, i wish i might! at least three wishes/goals!
sweety, you don't know the half of it!
overall personality. :]]
-2 para-
you're 'kinda messed up!
[/font]makes me wonder your past[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
ma && pa parents!
those little weasels! siblings!
them relatives! other fam!
shedding little monsters! pets!
back in the day!
overall history! -3 + para. -
that girl makes me dizzy!
[/font]makes me yearn for tylenol[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
yeahh, i'm pretty hardcore![/size]
depends on my mood and what I'm replying to. Sometimes my posts will be around 400 words and others in the thousands. But here's one from another site:
”What the hell are you wearing?”
Sophie looked up at the sound of the first words her father had said to her since he woke up that morning; the first morning since she returned from Hogwarts for the summer. There was no “Good morning, Soph” or anything like that. She looked down at her black, slim-fitting t-shirt covered in rainbow colored handprints, faded skinny jeans, florescent pink legwarmers, and shinny, baby blue ballet flats, trying to figure out what was wrong. She didn’t see anything. It looked just like it did when she put it on about an hour ago, but her father had always had a problem with what she wore. He had threatened to burn everything in her closet that was so bright it made his eyes hurt on more than one occasion. Today, he was probably most annoyed by the legwarmers. Sophie didn’t answer him, though. She just looked back down at her frosted flakes, poking them with her spoon. Why couldn’t Derrick just leave for work already? The awkwardness was killing them both.
”Nevermind. You still know where everything is, right?”
Sophie looked up again, shaking her bangs out of her eyes. Her father would never cease to amaze her with how he pretended not to be bothered by her presence. He seriously needed to take some acting lessons. She knew he didn’t want her around; that he wished the private boarding school he thought she was attending went year-round. Did he honestly think that his fifteen-year-old daughter was oblivious to how he just about counted down to the day she went back to school like a small child counted down to Christmas? He thought he could replace himself in her life with money and gifts. Maybe that worked on some of his co-workers kids, but Sophie just wanted her father to ask her how she was doing once and awhile, maybe write back to the letters she sent him, or, better yet, want to be her father. She couldn’t even manage to tell him that she was witch. Derrick still thought she spent nine months at some prestigious boarding school.
”Dad, I’m sure I will be fine.” Sophie answered flatly, watching her father straightened his tie. She put a small spoonful of her cereal in her mouth, wishing that summer was over. It would be like this all of the ninety or so mornings she was home for Hogwarts. It was going to drive her mad. Her father was still trying to fix his tie. Maybe her mother could have helped him with that if he didn’t drive her away. Maybe Sophie could have if she wasn’t so annoyed with him. No, Sophie didn’t hate her father. She didn’t even strongly dislike him. It was nothing more than an annoyance that wasn’t always subtle. But what did Derrick expect? She was still annoyed that he cheated on her mother. She was still annoyed that he never remembered her birthday. She was still annoyed that he never really read, let alone wrote back to any of her letters. She was still annoyed that he forgot to pick her up at the train station yesterday, and she had to ride a bus from King’s Cross to Nottingham. And most of all, she was still annoyed that he was hovering over her instead of leaving for work.
Taking another bite of her breakfast, Sophie watched her father put off his tie issues as his cell phone started to ring, or rather one of them. She rolled her eyes, near stabbing her frosted flakes, Derrick pulled out his two, non-ringing work phones. Sophie could have told him that it was his regular cell phone, which he was now searching the large kitchen for, before he got out the other two. It was playing “Time to Dance” by Panic! At the Disco, which, after he finally picked her up, she had realized was the current ringtone of his personal phone as it repeatedly rung throughout the evening. Sophie stood up, leaving her cereal at the table. She picked an orange up off the tan, or caramel (she was never sure) colored counter on her way to the staircase.
”Try your back pocket.” Sophie said, tucking a curl of her dark hair behind her ear, making sure it didn’t get caught on her gray-ish heart earrings or the green studs she had in the second holes. She walked up the stairs, skipping every other, not bothering to look back at her father. He obviously took her advice, though. The ringing had stopped; however, the song was still playing in her head. She opened her bedroom door, looking at the familiar pale blue walls, her shoes tapping off the hardwood flooring. Sophie collapsed onto her queen-sized bed, her hair spreading out like a fan. Rolling the orange in her hands in silence for few minutes, she started pealing it. For once, she ignored the stickiness of her hands, and the orange zest now under her fingernails.
“Bye Daddy.” She whispered to her herself, breaking the silence in her room as she heard the click of the front door opening. No more noise was heard until her father started up his car, which was different then the one he had the last summer she was home, and he drove down the long drive; then onto the rode. The silence was back, the silence that would remain until her father came home hours later. He would bring a girl home with him; no question there. Whether he charmed her into coming or if he was paying her was very questionable, though. Sophie watched her ceiling fan go around in circle while she slowly ate the orange for over an hour, eventually getting up to dig out her wand. She could always practice some spells while she waited for her father and his entertainment for the night to arrive.
my place, or yours! cannon
babe, you still talking! i'm eating a cupcake. <33 hehe.
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