Post by pandora europe dementieva on Oct 1, 2008 18:51:08 GMT -5
oh my, pandora!
what's your name and age, babe?
"pandora europe dementieva. i am an eighteen year old female. asking me how i got my name wouldn't be the best idea. my father, well you will learn about him soon. you will learn i can't ask him why he named me that. my mother, well my mother. lets just say she wouldn't remember if it had bitten her in the behind. so i have no idea why my name is pandora, and my middle name europe. its just that, its just a name."
i like mysterious people. you got any secrets?
"hm. i have no idea. i actually don't have a big main secret. i don't see any use in it. maybe a few little ones like blamming myself for my fathers death, maybe theres a reason to why i got raped and beaten so many times. those are my biggest secrets maybe. i don't like telling people about my past, and who i got raped by. i judge my mother enough for the people she dated, no need to have other people hate her as well."
you think you look
"i pretty much have beautiful Russian hair. it has the life to it. its full of volume and bounce. i've had gotten my dark blonde hair from her mother. evne though i only have two hair styles for it. a long nice length that went beneath my shoulders, and a short cut above myshoulders. i favored the long hair on my face, still figured myself beautiful. the dark blonde hair was given to every female in my family tree, for as long as the Russians could remember. i have gotten a few highlights to make it look better in my case. Still, my hair is one of my trademarks.
"i have gotten my exquisite eyes from my father. they are these sparkling light blue eyes that are a for sure getter. they will grab your attention the minute i walks in the room. look deep into them wanting to know more about the girl behind the pretty face. my eyebrows are perfectly arched to go along with my heart-shaped face. i have gotten them arched since i was old enough to remember. now it would be strange for me to walk around with bushy eyebrows. i have these nice perky pink lips, full enough for you wanting to kiss them. my lips are pretty much like any others that you see walking in California. my eyelashes are naturally curly, but every once in a while i would curl them with her eyelash brush. i also has small regular nose that doesn't look out of place on her face. i pretty much stand at 5'9" and weigh maybe 110 pounds.
"i've always been a thin girl. from the day i was born, until now. i could eat a lot and not actually gain two pounds for it, blame my high metabolism. once i was fifteen the doctor had stated i was going to be thin for the rest of my life. of course that happened to be the truth. still, no matter how much i eat, i still take the liberty to watch what i eat, sometimes. if i don't then you will see this dark blonde at the gym the next day burning off those calories, or running around the neighborhood. my legs, those are something to be envious of. i am not going to deny the fact that my legs are magnificent. i've had people come up to me and tell her how tone my legs are. which i worked hard to get at the gym. beauty is pain.
"i wasn't always rich, i wasn't always able to buy the nice things in life that make me look good. now, well now that i has the money i buy everything i can get my hand on. shoes, purses, jeans, shirts, dresses, skirts, the whole thing.fFashion is now a big part of my life, something i once could careless about. Now that i have the money, i like flaunt it every chance i gets. i wouldn't deny it neither."
got any distinguishing features?
"you won't see any kind of tattoos or piercings on my body. i really do like them, but to scared to actually try to do something so big to my own body. maybe sometime i will get the balls to do that to my body."
who do people say you look like?
Natalia Vodianova.
what words describe you? maybe because opposites attract, y'know.
bitchy
bitch·y [bich-ee]
- adjective
1. characteristic of a bitch; spiteful; malicious.
» The way she was raised its not very shocking that she turned out to snap at a few people. Its just the way she was, is. She has this short temper that goes off constantly. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, and most people know that about her. She's a very blunt girl, with this spunk attitude. Pandora will be all your ugly, and not have one souce of remorse. Sometimes though, she feels bad about it. Its not like she wants to be, but what happened to her in her childhood she barks at anyone she thinks she can hurt. Its how she protect herself from getting hurt first. Plus her barks are worse then her bites.
standards
stand·ard [stan-derd]
- noun
1. something considered by an authority or by general consent as a basis of comparison; an approved model.
» Standards in her case means a lot of things. Even though she came from a dirt poor back ground, she have standards high. Not like the guy she is with have to be all rich, but a little classy wouldn't hurt. The way the look and talk is a big part of everything as well. Plus, she won't just sleep with anyone. She isn't not another one of the whores in Blair. Other standards meaning she expect nothing but the best when it comes to fashion, her own clothes, and modeling. When sh emoved to live her her grandparents she couldn't help but learn some things from them. This is probably another reason why she tends to be bitchy sometimes.
kind-hearted
kind·heart·ed [kahynd-hahr-tid]
- adjective
1. Having kindness of nature; sympathetic; characterized by a humane disposition; as, a kind-hearted landlord.
» Even though she can be real bitchy, she is a super nice girl. She cares what people thinks of her, even if she has this tough girl act on the outside. What most people she just met don't get to see is th is side, unless she is working and meeting new models. People at school who annoy her won't see this side, but catch her on a good day, you'll know that she is kind at heart. She just had bad times, and people don't, and won't ever know wh at happens in her younger years. So she might fake her smile, but she is still real nice at heart. No matter how much she is annoyed by others, and how esasy she can get pissed off.
mature
ma·ture [muh-toor, -tyoor, -choor, -chur]
- adjective
1. complete in natural growth or development, as plant and animal forms: a mature rose bush.
» For her past she had to grow up really fast, and she doesn't know if she hates her mom for that or not. She is like a mother to her younger sister, she pays for pills, clothes, food, everything. She takes her sister to school in the morning, and pick her up. She still has to go to work, do photoshoots, and some of them happen to be nude. Not like she is embrassed of her body, she just don't want her own sister to see her naked. She is also still in high school, making everything even more difficult. Guys have her picture in their rooms, and she has to watch her back from liars and two-faced people. Life is very hard for her, she is only eighteen but yet she has been acting like an thirty year old. Not only that, but sometimes she even take care of her mother who was dignosed with aids. Who had stop the crack, but now an alcoholic. Life is never simple for her anymore, no matter how old she is.
rowdy
row·dy [rou-dee]
- adjective
2. rough and disorderly: rowdy behavior at school.
» Stated this before that she could be bitchy, thats no lie. She doesn't care about it either, everyone should know about it, or heard about it some where. Still hate her age she is mature, but she also likes to have fun. She doesn't go aorund having sex with all the guys thats cute, if she did the popparazzi would eat that up. Still she loves go out and party, be herself, hand out with friends. So maybe she doesn't have that much hot sex like other girls at Blair, but she sometimes goes to parties. Sometimes she even gets into fights, some with her friends, some with people she don't know. This for the fact that she isn't adraid to speak her mind. So she is mature for her age, but she is also rowdy, and a risky girl. She is a risk taker.
sensitive
sen·si·tive [sen-si-tiv]
- adjective
2. rough and disorderly: rowdy behavior at school.
» Another thing from her past. Not only cause she watched ehr father die, but because her mother hurt her so much. Not beliving her about being rape, which kinda let her ex rape her over and over without caring. She was also beaten numerous of times in a row, and that made her weak on so many level. She even had gotten her ribs broken more then once before. Then her mother catch aids from sharing needles wasn't anything to make her feel any better. So soon she realized that she was a sensitive girl. She even started to cry, and not only that but she relaized that she wasn't even that trusting when it came to letting people in. Such as guys, and even female friends. It was all just too hard for her, but blame her mother who techinally let her get raped.
habits can be kind of funny, don't you think?
"i have a few of these, i mean who doesn't. i usually snort when laughing, rolling my eyes when something annoys me, biting my nails, tucking my hair behind my ear when lying, nibbling on my bottom lip when nervous, or even smacking her lips when annoyed. i know, all sad."
what're some of your likes and dislikes?
"lots of these. i like ---
sex, guys, male models, guy fashion, sundresses, summer dresses, skirts, levi jeans, calvin klein, heels, green, vitamin water, sprite, tennis, laughing, thunderstorms, monk, tv, ice cream, running, working out, gym, wendy's, photos, long hair, winne the pooh, children, skiing, snow, the cold, heat, the beach, nudity, sex tapes, winning, not caring, politics, horses, horse back riding, animals, puppies, snow cones, iceys, gum, surfing, shopping, rain, cuddling, love, relationships, holding hands, singing, dances, partying, ponytail holders, mineral makeup, blue eyes, r&b, rap, hannah montana, disney channel, little mermaid, cinderella, coffee, caffeine, jolly ranchers, lifesavers, life guards, her hair, her legs, vogue, gossip, seventeen, teen vougue, scarves, flats, sandals, french manicures, pedicures, ben & jerry, sushi, steak, family, friends, inside jokes, losers, nerds, family guy, wii, guitar hero, sleeping in, soccer guys, tennis guys, baseball guys, football guys, model guys - ALL guys, junk food, jokes, fwb, ewb, IMing, texting, big sunglasses, traveling, hot accents, hot chocolate, chocolate, apple cider, hot apple cider, new york, rome, chinese food, italian guys, subways, jerry springer, muary
i hate ---
flies, debates, losing, too tight jeans, big boobs, crowded places, lying, liars, losing, super bowl nights, basketball nights, early mornings, hangovers, drugs, swollen feet, bloating, drunk driving, attitudes, rude people, mean people, boredom, cheese, fakes, worms, snakes, roaches, dirty places, unclean restaurants, bright lights, bright colors, washing clothes, country music, hard rock, cafes, cats, smokers, cigarettes, judgers, dirt, users, fails, bright orange, bad music, humidity, frizzy hair, obese people, spicy food, mexican food, STD's, pills, crying, cough medicine, doctors, school, oatmeal, chicken, black olives, green olives, braces, yellow teeth, spiting, addictions, whores, bitcher people then her, headaches, long lines, details, eye rolling, dry lips, bad breath, bush eyebrows, bad fashion, girls with big feet, cancer, dying children, oprah, humiliation, cheaters, bad hair, drama, heartbreaker's, boy drama, losing friends, clip on ties, cheapskates, spelling, reality tv, money tv shows, ugly shoes, funerals, death, healthy food, salads, death
you've got some weaknesses? you shouldn't tell me, i'll use it against you. you've got strengths, too?
"who doesn't have some of these? i am good at getting what i want, sex, guys, shopping, fashion, modeling, cooking, winning. i pretty much suck at losing, spelling, trusting."
what are the main points of your lifetime?
Her childhood was a pretty decent one, she couldn't complain for it to be any different. Pandora Europe Dementieva was born on a fall day, October 14, 1990. A crowded hospital, and it wasn't t hat big. No famous child was being born. No model, rich business guy, just a regular family. A mom who was a secratary for a piece of crap guy, and her dad well, he made money. He was some business guy, but if you asked Pandora what he actually done, she wouldn't know. She was so young when he worked, and now its so distant. She be damned if she asked her mother, it only brought up "bad" memories. Which she always figuered was the death of her mother.
She was like any other kid, no different. She played out in the front and backyard, she ate ice cream, and helped her mother cook some days. She enjoyed everything everyone else enjoyed, not a little pang of remorse. Why should she, she was just a normal girl. Pandora went to an elementry with other normal, non super rich kids. Just middle, and low class parents. She took home homework, and at that young age she actually enjoyed waking up early in the morning to go to school. She laughed, cried, and she was a kid. It was probably one of the best times of her life, to actually be a child. She could go come, do her work at the kitchen counter while her mother cooked. Which would aways be some delelious meal. Her dad would come home around six thirty, and at seven they would eat. After that any problems she couldn't get on her homework, her parents helped her. After that she took a nice warm bath, eat her desert, play a little, then go to sleep. That was pretty much her lovely week during her childhood. Though it wasn't like she didn't go out to play, and her mother even went out and played with her.
She didn't know how to act about her mother getting pregnant, when she was still young. The house changed alittle. Her mom had pretty much quit her job, during her pregancy, as soon as she found out she was pregnant. Her mom told her dad, he told her to quit and thats what she did. No second thoughts, no remorse. Her dad was the only one bringing home the bacon, but it wasn't has if he didn't make money. Her mom was kinda lazy, but did the usually until she got too big. Well, she cooked still, but it wasn't as big. Then when her little sister came it was strange. The doctors had told her that there was a possiblity that she would be mental disabled. Which later on we found out was true. So the work was twice as hard, but it was nice to have anotehr sister. Even if she was slower then most.
The unthinkable happened a couple of years. One weekend when she was older shes had asked her parents if she could go over to one of her friends house. Her parents of course had agreed to that, and that weekend she was gone with her "best" friends. It was a good time, well if she could remember right. Which she just figuered was since when her dad came to pick her up she was happy. Either it was her being happy to see him, or she had a good weekend. When he came she begged him to go get some ice cream, at first he said he wanted to go home, and they would get some tomorrow. Still, she pushed and instead of going the way to the house, he went the way towards the best ice cream in town. About a mile always from the place, they were going through a green light, and a drunk driver crashed into their side. Her dad died instintly, while she went into a coma for two days, broken rip cages, broken leg, and one broken arm. Though the worse impact of it all was w hen she found out her dad didn't make it, all because of her. It took her forever to get over it. She stayed in her room, she was quiet, she didn't even eat sometimes. Her dad was her best friend, and when he passed away, part of her died.
Though maybe a year or two later her mom got over it, all. She was no longer the wideower, and it all went down hill. She started dating, and Dora felt bad for her dad, but figured her mother needed someone else to love. At first it was all good, she never really brought people home, and she was cool with that. Until one guy she said she was "in love" with. Whatever that means. Anyways he had got her hooked on drugs, not any drug, but coke. Soon her mom started spending a lot of their money on her habit, and her boyfriend. They soon had to leave their house and movied into a crappy apartment, with her boyfriend. Soon he started to hit her, lucky he didn't lay a hand on her little sister. Though the worst of it all, he started touching her. Not patting her on the back or whatever, but feeling on her femine parts. Soon, he forced her to have sex with her. Not that she knew what sex was, but she knew it wasn't right. Then once she told her mother, she didn't even believe her. So almost every week her mom's boyfriend would rape her. Soon her mother broke up with him, and started dating other losers. Not raping her, but they still seemed to hit her. Sometimes even her little sister. At fifteen she moved out in moved with her grandparents on her dad side. He sister wasn't able to come since her mom wouldn't allow it, she was her baby.
One time she went to the mall with a couple of friends, when some guy said he was with a model agency. Pandora didn't know if she was suppose to believe him or not, but gave his card to her grandparents. Who checked it out, and soon called the agnecy. It actually happen to be right, and was a known one at that. Elite Models. They bought her grandparents and her a plane ticket to New York. A couple of agents took a look at her, and a couple of pictures. She looked like a model appearanlty. Soon she became a known model, and, made really good money. After that she took her sister out of her mothers house and started taking care of her herself. Now she lives alone, with her sister...and she is only a senior.
the worst point of your life must have sucked, yeah?
"My worst memory. Thats easy to say, even if I've had a lot of bad passes, like some of my mom's ex boyfriends beating me. Hell, me being raped is second, hands down. The worse memory is me and my dad his old car. He had picked me up from a friends, and we were going to get ice cream. We were going through a green light when a company trunk ran through a red light and smashed right into us. My dad died on the the spot, and yet I lived. It of course was my fault, cause I had begged him to take me out for ice cream, if he just said no, we wouldn't even been on that street. We would have been home already."
but i guess the best time made up for it? it always does.
"when i was young, my father was still alive. it was our last real Christmas together. that Christmas we went to the moutains, and the night before went sled riding. i rode on the seld with my father, and we laughed so hard. afterwards drunk hot coco, the last Christmas all together."
hi, i'm desirae and i think i'm pretty nice. i've been around the block for 15 years, but the roleplay scene's only been my thing for 4 months. i got over to this place through caution v.2, so let's give them a shout out. oh, and by the way, i play just pandora here too.
you cut me open ,
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and i keep bleeding love
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and i keep bleeding love
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Esme had been all jitters that day. When was the last time she actually had a date? Was it when she was with Adoni? She couldn't remember. Their relationship was so many ups and downs, it was shocking if she could remember the day it was. He had always had his mood swings, but they seemed to get to the point where she could no longer take the one minute cuddling to the next telling her to get away from him. It was so strange, and he had told her he enjoyed must of their relationship, but not all. He hurt her, most of her boyfriends did. Still, she lied about the reason why she broke up with him. He had thought it was because his anger, but truth be told it was because she had gotten pregnant. The bad part at the time was she didn't know if it was his or Gabe's. She had a feeling it was Adoni's, but she didn't want to hurt anyone. It would have to come out though, she was going to get big, and her being pregnant would come out sooner rather then later. Then there was Noah. Gosh she hated relationships. He had hurt her bad. She wasn't in love with the guy, but she was pretty damn close. So when she found out he cheated she was torn into pieces. Oh, and Atticus. She liked him at one point in her life time. Lets just say that didn't turn out very well neither. Then she had to many fuck buddies she didn't even want to count.
Her love life was pretty much why she had so many friends with benefits. She been hurt so many times it was just better to get satisfied without having to deal with commitment issues. Now that she was pregnant it was much harder to even think about having sex or relationships. Though yesterday night she agreed to go out with Logan, on an actual date. She was praying that things didn't get too absurd. Even though drama was what she basically lived for, and didn't have the time or patience for it. Especially with her parents on her case about everything now. Once she told them about the pregnancy they threatened to make her move back with them in New York. Her parents were usually all talk, and nothing else. So she thought their threats were nothing but museless. Then when she got expelled by the headmaster she didn't know what was going to happen. Shocking they just told her they would discuss her consequences when she arrived in New York that Sunday.
Esme had this absorbed expression on her puzzled face. She stood in front of her mirror motionless debating in her mind what she would where tonight. Her shower had last longer then she planned it to, and now she had no idea what she was going to wear. Instead of doing the apparent and rading her closet she just stood there in her fluffy linen towel. Her stomach had butterflies, and she was sure her hands were getting all clammy on her. When was the last time she went on a date. Freak that, when was the last time she was this nervous about something so simple as a date. Still it wasn't just a date, it was like her first date with him. They had went out all the time as friends, but it really didn't mean anything to either one of them, at lease not to herself. She had really liked him, and she told the guy plenty of times. Esme wasn't sure if it was obvious to him about her feelings, or if he was just clueless. She soon figured out the guy wasn't the best when it came to girls. She didn't plan for all it to happen so suddenly though. She was talking about moving with her future baby, and he went all jealous commander on her. Next thing she knew the two scheduled a date, but it wasn't has if she was appalled it. Actually she had put on this ah I'm not nervous about it at front, but when it came down to it she wanted to crawl under a rock.
She knew she couldn't just stand there doing nothing. Her plan was for her to leave the house about five minutes ago, but it really didn't turn out like that. She was makeup less, and still naked. She had curled her hair after she got out the shower, but the rest was useless. She didn't know if she wanted to be all causal with jeans or something, or be all dauntless and wear a dress of some sort. Grabbing her makeup bag off her black vanity table, but hastily sat it back down. What was the point of makeup when she didn't know what color she was going to wear. Not wanting to be too late for her first date with one of her best friends she grabbed the topless eyeliner. Her hand was pretty much precarious as she tried to put the eyeliner on her bottom lid. After what seemed like hours of applying her makeup she went to her closet. During the makeup she had an idea in mind, but wasn't exactly sure.
Two days earlier she had went shopping with Dee. They usually went shopping once a week, always having to have the latest fashion hung up in their overly packed closet. Her dad had called her a shopping addict, but her mom was proud of the fact that her daughter followed in her foot-steps when it came to something... 'positive', as she put it. Her walk in closet was filled with jeans, dresses, skirts, shorts, blouses, leggins, tons of shoes, her night gowns. It was just flooded with things that still had price tags on them. Grabbing the shirt she bought with Dee not too long ago, she tossed it on her bed. She couldn't do anything with it at the moment. Her fingers lingered on a couple of hangers in her shorts section of the closet. Picking some levi white denim shorts she let those join the orange shirt. Deciding on the shoes to match were much easier then she had thought it would have been. She gotten dress in the what she called causal outfit, and a couple of accessories that were cluttered on her dresser and her vanity table. Esme could careless about diamonds, accessories were her best friend. They always made the outfit come together. In this case she settled for a brown big belt that hung loose around her, a couple of wooden bangles, earrings, and a green necklace.
Finally leaving her place she got into the red 2008 bmw m3 that her dad had bought her on her eighteen birthday. She was beyond spoiled from her dad, not so much her mother. Still she had money, and she liked to spend it. That didn't mean she was just so snobby bitch that didn't care about others. Some people thought that about her, and obviously judged a book by its cover. She let it go with the help of friends, but it still pissed her off when people had though so little of her. Especially when they just thought she was some bimbo. She didn't go around telling people that she was smart, because she did worry about her reputation, but she sure as hell wouldn't led on that she was something she wasn't. She had drove the whole way radio-less, which was unlike her. Still her thoughts were all over the place, and it was better to think about her life then be all nervous about her date. So she parked as far back as she could so it would by her some time. As always she did a quick glance in the mirror before getting out. It was pretty warm out, but it was California. She had gotten use to the weather years ago.
Managing to take her sweet time to the restaurant and ask for a table for two. She had no standards when it came to booths are chairs. Though the female host had sat her at a table, which she was completely fine with. She put her cell oh vibrate since this was a date, and not wanting to be rude and ruin it. She sat waiting for Logan, a little jittery that she was on a date. Esme really couldn't get over that little, but big fact. So she thought she was running late. Still, she wasn't going to take it too seriously. Maybe if it was someone she didn't know, but this was Logan. Not like she didn't seem him differently, cause she did. She was on date with him, but she wouldn't get upset for being a few minutes late.----------------------------------
outfit. shoes and outfit
status. FINISHED!!
music. rihanna , disturbia
layout. ciara !
words. 1469
notes. sorry it took so long :c
tagged. logan adams.
