Post by amarante emmanuelle delacroix on Oct 3, 2008 23:49:54 GMT -5
oh my, emma!
what's your name and age, babe?
amarante emmanuelle delacroix, that’s my name and don’t wear it out. my name is french because i am one hundred percent all french baby. my first name has no meaning, just know that is it rare. you should feel lucky because i might be the only amarante you will ever meet. my middle name is my father's mother's first name. lastly my last name was obviously given to me from my father. oh and i almost forgot, i am seventeen years old.
i like mysterious people. you got any secrets?
well, well, well i am wondering if i can trust you well enough to let you know this little secret i have. i guess since the fact that i do not know you means i do not have to worry about you spreading it around. you see because my secret must remain a secret. i am dating someone, i mean three somebodies. they do not know that i am cheating on them, and i hope they never find out about it. so if you know what's good for you, you would keep your mouth shut or i will be force to do things that i might not like.
you think you look
fuck yeah i am hot. i hate to sound conceited but I have a lot going for myself. i have long dark brown, almost black, hair which reaches just past my shoulders. my hair is thin and layered, with side fringe which swipes to the left of my face. then there is my vibrant blue eyes which are often outlined with black eyeliner and mascara followed by bright fluro eyeshadow, which again bring attention to my physical appearance. the only make up I wear is probably wear lip-balm, due to the fact I bite on my lips a lot. i have short eyelashes which don't curl, instead are straight and hang from my eyelids limply, so i buy eyelash curlers and fake eyelashes to fix that problem. i am quite short in height, border lining average height, at only a 5'3. I wish to be taller and I tend to buy shoes that will add an extra inch or so to my height. depressingly, i do have curves to make up for her short height, instead i have skinny arms, small hips and a small waist. what is even more depressing is that lack in the chest area and therefore i buy padded bras or anything to give myself a little boost up. i do not stuff my chest with tissue, or i have not consider getting breast enhancements done because i am happy with what i have. there really isn't a word to describe my clothing style. my closet is full of different pieces, jackets with hearts and skulls on them, bright skinny leg jeans, ankle boots, heels, sparkly tops, the list goes on. almost half of those pieces are from op shops, as I find myself liking those styles and pieces.
got any distinguishing features?
don't even get me started on this topic. many people think that having tattoos and piercings are wrong but i love tattoos and piercings. first let me tell you about my tattoos, i have three of them. my first tattoo is a cupcake on my wrist. it was a nickname that one of my boyfriends gave me and so i got the cupcake on my wrist to remind myself of him. i am not stupid like most the girls these days to get a guys name tattooed on me. the next tattoo is on my other wrist and it says lady 1963, and a star next to that which is the year my mother was born. i love my mom with all my heart, really i do. my last tattoo is my name which is on my foot. it hurt like hell i am telling you that. i planned on getting a few more tattoos i just do not know what of just yet. now time to talk about my piercings in total i have eleven openings on my body. i have five ear piercings, a snake bite, my septum, nose ring and then my belly ring. i just love piercings, and i am planning on getting hip piercings really soon.
who do people say you look like?
well i think you should be asking me who looks like me. i think i heard a few people tell me that i look like this american scene queen name hanna beth merjos. i saw a few pictures of her and i will admit that she is pretty but i am better looking than she is.
what words describe you? maybe because opposites attract, y'know.
i am a very random person, i am the type of person who would burst out laughing during the middle of dinner over something that happened too long ago. i like to crack jokes at the most random times and i even laugh at my own jokes, even if they're not funny. i still find the chicken crossing the road joke to be completely hilarious. do not blame me, blame my mother for me having this weird personality trait. plus she is the one who taught me the lame jokes in the first place. i can get bored easily with people, objects, things. i always want something to do or else i will go bonkers. Once I have my mind set on something then I have to do it or it will drive me insane. take my word for it. once i see something that i like nothing, i will stop at nothing until i get it. i am telling you if i always have to have something to do to keep my hands busy, whether it be sex, typing or even drinking coffee. i have been known to be a very forward person. i say what is on my mind and it is not always a good thing. i tend to not think before i say things, which usually gets me in trouble. sometimes i luck would be on my side and the outcome comes out the way i want it to be resulting in something better for me and everyone else. still on the topic of not thinking before i talk. i speak my mind to put it simple. they things that i say are not usually best suited for the occasion or situation but i say it anyways, people will get over it eventually. i am also one of those people who won’t change my minds. i think they would say that i am very stubborn and set in my ways. once i have my mind on something then there is nothing anyone can do to make me change my mind.
habits can be kind of funny, don't you think?
if i see squares on the floor, then i have to step on every third square. on my plate i like to keep my food as far from each other as possible, when i am bored i tapped my finger, pen, or anything that is in my hand against the table. i bite my lips when i am nervous.
what're some of your likes and dislikes?
i like op shops, ice vanilla coffee, fruity flavoured teas, aromatherapy, being the center of attention, kites, bright eye makeup, my piercings, sex, my three boyfriends, balloons, small animals, my dog bowie, wacky scarves, bright pink, my blackberry curve, taking pictures of myself, taking pictures with my boyfriends, ugg boots, high heels, boys, any kind of colourful sneaker, window shopping, my leopard printed blanket, cuddling, sand between my toes, guys with muscles, those chinese take-away noodle boxes, and big tubs of popcorn.
the things i do not like being dull when my boyfriends wear my pants, when my eyeliner runs out, broken shoes, bums that sit on the street. (why can't they get a job instead?) lukewarm coffee, balloons popping, being in groups, rude people, arrogance, fights, explaining myself, doing what is right just because, school uniforms, the color brown, raisins, repeating myself, bitches, cocky people,when someone has something in their teeth, and mimes.
you've got some weaknesses? you shouldn't tell me, i'll use it against you. you've got strengths, too?
my many strengths are my fashion sense, my outgoing personality. i like meeting new people and stuff like that. my sense of humour even though many people do not find me funny. i have the ability to give real advice to people even when the person does not want to hear it. my weaknesses are my mouth, because i tend to be a be blunt and rude at moments. my temper is not one to mess with but if you let me chill down for a moment then i will be fine. keeping myself calm down, because if i am not doing something then i tend to be a bit on the edge. keeping out of other people business, it is like my job to know everything about people.
what are the main points of your lifetime?
my mother was only fifteen when she found herself pregnant. her parents did not approve of her pregnancy and killed her out of their home and disowned her as their daughter. my father did not want anything to do with my mother or me, and he has not been a part of my life since then. i never met my father, and i really do not wish to seem him because i do not know what will happen between us if i do meet him one day. anyways my mother drop out of high school and worked at a restaurant until the point that she was too pregnant to work. on february the twenty-seventh i was born.i lived a fairly normal life, my mother gave me everything that she could., but maybe sometimes that was not enough. after getting a job, as a waitress at a local restaurant she brought a small apartment. it was nothing too extravagant, just something big enough for the two of us to live in. my life was pretty much boring. i went to school and afterwards i came home. things changed when i went to high school, i started hanging around the wrong type of girls. my freshman year i lost my virginity to a senior. it was the most exciting but most horrible situations of my life. the next year i got myself a boyfriend, but then i grew bored with him so i got myself another boyfriend. things were great, i had two boyfriends, but i soon grew tired of both of them and i got myself a third boyfriend. mind you i did not break up with the first two, it just seemed like fun to have so many boyfriends. now i am still dating them, but i do not know if i should tell them that i am cheating on them. oh well, maybe they will find out on their on, which is something i would hate to happen.
the worst point of your life must have sucked, yeah?
my mother sitting down and talking to me about sex or what she would like to call it the birds and the bees. i was both disgusted and amused at the same time.
but i guess the best time made up for it? it always does.
the night that i lost my virginity. you really wants to stay a virgin for the rest of their lives. plus i lost my virginity to a senior so that was kind of cool.
hi, i'm ghost and i think i'm pretty wikkid. i've been around the block for a century years, but the roleplay scene's only been my thing for a few years. i got over to this place through a whoring ad, so let's give them a shout out. oh, and by the way, i play emma for now here too.
Flipping through the pages of his book, Paris allowed a small yawn to escape his chapped lips. The words inside the book meant nothing to him at all, just a jumble of letters splashed onto a page. He did not see a reason for him to learn about goblins, they were inferior creatures and therefore they were not important to him. As if his future career would require him to know such things. Hogwarts was basically a waste of his time, especially with the mediocre classes that were giving to the students, classes such as muggle studies. He was a wizard, living in the magical world. What good use would it be for him to know things about the non magical world when he had no future plans on visiting it? So, without a second thought of what he was doing he quickly tossed the book aside and rose up from his current position. Paris needed to get some fresh air into his body, and maybe some food; since he was feeling a little famish.
Exiting the common room, Paris was oblivious to the time but he knew that it was late. It did not matter; it was not like he would be scowled for being out of the common room passed curfew. In the past he might have, but not now, things were different then they were before. Instead the students fearing the teachers, the teachers feared the students. It was funny how quickly things could change, how quickly things did change. Walking slowly down the hall, Paris pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he turned the corner. Hogwarts was quiet strange, with its changing corridors. You could never really know where the school would lead you, especially when your mind was not on the exact location. And so he walked, he did not care where he was going just as long as he was going somewhere.
The quiet halls comforted him somewhat, the only other sounds that he could hear where his own footsteps. His eyes pointed down at the floor, subconsciously counting the floor titles. He knew he should have been paying more attention to where he was going. Walking around Hogwarts, at night, could be a very dangerous task. You never knew what types of creatures were living inside the very old castle. Pausing in his steps, Paris allowed himself to observe the area around him. He did not want to wander to far away and not know where he was going. Letting out a soft sigh, a feeling of familiarity washed over him. He knew exactly were he was. The astronomy tower, which mean he walked a long distance. He had really notice, or maybe it was because it was not paying attention.
Since he had nothing much better to do, Paris decided to go up to the astronomy. The last time he had been there was when he took the class. It was such a long time ago, then he had been in his fourth year, and now he was in his last year of Hogwarts; not that it matter much. Climbing up the stairs Paris reached out and pushed the door open. Peeking inside he found the room to be empty, which was good for him because he really did not feel like being bother by anyone at the moment. Walking across the empty room Paris stopped in front of a window and leaned against the cold stone wall. Goosebumps forming on his skin, his hair was standing up on his skin from the presence of the now cold air that was entering through the small windows. At that moment he wished that he had thought of bringing a jacket, but he did not really need it because he was not expecting to stay staying very long
And just as that thought entered his mind someone decided to show their presence in the room. “This room seems to be pretty popular” he thought to himself, not turning around to see who had just entered. Paris was not interesting in seeing two horny teenagers get it on. Just then his quiet moment was ruined, all he wanted to do was have a few seconds to himself but he could not even have that. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he ran his fingers through his hair, a small grunted. Standing up from the wall, Paris brushed the dust off his shoulder before turning to make his way to exit the room. What he saw next was something he had not expected to see. “What is she doing here? Paris thought to himself as he stood in place just staring at the girl. His ex-girlfriend was standing there in the very same room he was standing in. “Well, well look who we have here. I have not seen your face around for a while now. One would think that you were actually trying to avoid me. ” he muttered out, a small smirk present on his face. Things could not be any better than it was now.
Exiting the common room, Paris was oblivious to the time but he knew that it was late. It did not matter; it was not like he would be scowled for being out of the common room passed curfew. In the past he might have, but not now, things were different then they were before. Instead the students fearing the teachers, the teachers feared the students. It was funny how quickly things could change, how quickly things did change. Walking slowly down the hall, Paris pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he turned the corner. Hogwarts was quiet strange, with its changing corridors. You could never really know where the school would lead you, especially when your mind was not on the exact location. And so he walked, he did not care where he was going just as long as he was going somewhere.
The quiet halls comforted him somewhat, the only other sounds that he could hear where his own footsteps. His eyes pointed down at the floor, subconsciously counting the floor titles. He knew he should have been paying more attention to where he was going. Walking around Hogwarts, at night, could be a very dangerous task. You never knew what types of creatures were living inside the very old castle. Pausing in his steps, Paris allowed himself to observe the area around him. He did not want to wander to far away and not know where he was going. Letting out a soft sigh, a feeling of familiarity washed over him. He knew exactly were he was. The astronomy tower, which mean he walked a long distance. He had really notice, or maybe it was because it was not paying attention.
Since he had nothing much better to do, Paris decided to go up to the astronomy. The last time he had been there was when he took the class. It was such a long time ago, then he had been in his fourth year, and now he was in his last year of Hogwarts; not that it matter much. Climbing up the stairs Paris reached out and pushed the door open. Peeking inside he found the room to be empty, which was good for him because he really did not feel like being bother by anyone at the moment. Walking across the empty room Paris stopped in front of a window and leaned against the cold stone wall. Goosebumps forming on his skin, his hair was standing up on his skin from the presence of the now cold air that was entering through the small windows. At that moment he wished that he had thought of bringing a jacket, but he did not really need it because he was not expecting to stay staying very long
And just as that thought entered his mind someone decided to show their presence in the room. “This room seems to be pretty popular” he thought to himself, not turning around to see who had just entered. Paris was not interesting in seeing two horny teenagers get it on. Just then his quiet moment was ruined, all he wanted to do was have a few seconds to himself but he could not even have that. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he ran his fingers through his hair, a small grunted. Standing up from the wall, Paris brushed the dust off his shoulder before turning to make his way to exit the room. What he saw next was something he had not expected to see. “What is she doing here? Paris thought to himself as he stood in place just staring at the girl. His ex-girlfriend was standing there in the very same room he was standing in. “Well, well look who we have here. I have not seen your face around for a while now. One would think that you were actually trying to avoid me. ” he muttered out, a small smirk present on his face. Things could not be any better than it was now.
