Post by kandace bundchun on Sept 6, 2010 14:39:16 GMT
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KANDACE OPHELIA BUNDCHUN,,
kandy or ace. twenty two. tourist. heterosexual. annalynne mccord.
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"well.. with mine and everyone else's opinion of my personality combined, i'm apparently independent, sensible, somewhat of a perfectionist, outspoken, loud, honest, partier, dominating, fierce, unforgiving, merciless, uncompassionate, short tempered, bitter, coquettish, selfish, conceited, arrogant, sarcastic, stubborn, argumentative, protective, passionate, loving, kind (in my own way), and secretly broken.
i'm quite picky, so there's only a select few things that i absolutely love, nothing that i just 'like'. anyway they would be cosmetics, fashion, money, guys with the bod of a god, club beats, dancing, the french language, and small dogs.
there's a long list of things that i dislike, but i'll just give you the main ones. slow drivers, traffic, cocky guys that have nothing to be cocky about, those weird church dwellers that try to make me 'see the light' and join their crazy cults, horrible makeovers, cheap perfume, and rodents.
obviously, my number one strength is cosmetics, considering i am a make up artist. i'm also a leader, i make my own decisions and stick with them, not letting anyone or anything try to change my direction. .. that's all i can think of right now, but i'm sure there's pleanty more.
as for weaknesses, i guess i can be a bitch but whatever, i don't think i am, i'm just honest. also if anyone tries to taunt me about whatever, i lose it and come down on them hard. so try not to get on my bad side, please. my number one weakness, however, would be a french god. ok, like i'm talking about a hottie with a body and a french background - my only weakness, hands down. everything else is like minor compared to that."
i'm quite picky, so there's only a select few things that i absolutely love, nothing that i just 'like'. anyway they would be cosmetics, fashion, money, guys with the bod of a god, club beats, dancing, the french language, and small dogs.
there's a long list of things that i dislike, but i'll just give you the main ones. slow drivers, traffic, cocky guys that have nothing to be cocky about, those weird church dwellers that try to make me 'see the light' and join their crazy cults, horrible makeovers, cheap perfume, and rodents.
obviously, my number one strength is cosmetics, considering i am a make up artist. i'm also a leader, i make my own decisions and stick with them, not letting anyone or anything try to change my direction. .. that's all i can think of right now, but i'm sure there's pleanty more.
as for weaknesses, i guess i can be a bitch but whatever, i don't think i am, i'm just honest. also if anyone tries to taunt me about whatever, i lose it and come down on them hard. so try not to get on my bad side, please. my number one weakness, however, would be a french god. ok, like i'm talking about a hottie with a body and a french background - my only weakness, hands down. everything else is like minor compared to that."
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"i have a neglectant mom, a whore for a dad, an annoying brother and a fabulous sister. one big happy family right there. oh, and how could i forget my darling lacey, a west highland terrior. there's not much else to say, considering i barely ever see my family anymore except for special occasions, like christmas."
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"i'm actually here for a few weeks for work, flew all the way here from manhattan to pretty up some english models. so yeah, i'm a tourist."
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"i was born on the chilly night of september fourteenth, into a wealthy family, in new york. of course, both my parents were super thrilled to have me just like they were when they had preston, but having a daughter was what mom really wanted, so she could have mother-daughter time and what not with me. sure, i was all for the shopping sprees and the whole 'girls' night out' thing but, as time passed, i lost interest in hanging out with her and moved onto hotties my own age. my mom having such a tight knit career made it even worse. but hey, work is work i guess. and she loved what she did, which was basically nothing by the way. all she did was talk to lazy people who couldn't look for places to go on vacation themselves and tell them where the best rated locations were.
around four years after i was born, mom and dad popped out another baby; anita. pretty much everyone thought that having another kid in the house would make me jealous or whatever, but i was so excited to have a little sister. i mean, c'mon, having to deal with preston by myself for two years was bad enough. so having anita was great, it was like having a life sized barbie. we used to play dress up all the time - i'd do her make up, throw some of mom's clothes on her and it was just a lot of fun. for me, anyway. probably not so much for her. but anyway, that's basically when i discovered my love for make up.
i grew a bit more distant from my dad and brother as the years passed. i just hated how dad would always spend more time with preston than he would with me. i know now that it was only because dad was intent on getting preston interested in the family business at a young age, but i was only young and could never understand why he would barely spend any of his free time with me. that caused my temper to overflow and soon i started going through my rebellious stage. i'd do anything to get attention, no matter how bad it was. i wouldn't listen to my parents scolding, no matter how angry they got at me. the adrenaline rush i got from breaking the rules gave me a confident, powerful feeling, as if i had conquered a new skill. mom and dad eventually gave up on attempting to scold me and gave in to my demands; giving me money or whatever else it was that i wanted, just so i wouldn't have another temper tantrum.
the outcome of my behavior caused me to discover a passion that i never really found interesting before. i'd never really considered myself to be a wild type of girl, but i developed a love for the attention i got from being an obnoxious partier because it seemed to give me an even larger adrenaline rush; it allowed me to release all of the anger and frustration i let build up inside of me. this made my mom extremely worried, she thought it would ruin my life, and she tried her best to discourage me from living the way i was. and dad wasn't paying much attention to what i was doing or even what preston or anita were doing either. he was too busy fucking his assistant at work, you see. it didn't take long for mom to find out and it took an even shorter amount of time for her to file a divorce.
anyway, while all of this drama was happening, i had a little drama of my own to deal with at school. sex is very common in high school, most people loose their v-cards there as did i. but i had a pregnancy scare because my boyfriend at the time was too fucking ignorant to put a condom on and i was in no hurry to get on the pill and gain weight because of it. so, before we figured out that i wasn't pregnant, the jerk tried to use the whole 'i'm not ready to be a father' speech. as you could guess, i basically tore a strip off him and told him he was gonna be one whether he was ready or not. but after i actually took a test that verified i wasn't pregnant and i could breath easily again, i dumped the fucker and told him to start covering up his little friend if he wasn't ready to be a dad. so yeah, high school was pretty crazy.
i took a cosmetology course in college for a year once i graduated from high school and after that i was done with school. i don't care how badly my parents wanted me to get into business because it's a total bore and i don't think i'd be able to handle sitting on my ass for hours and listening to someone explain shit to me that i already know from my dad. anyway, i'm a make up artist now - i get models all pretty before they walk down a runway or pose in front of cameras. it's not something that i have to do, it's something that i love to do. and i couldn't imagine my life being any different from what it is now."
around four years after i was born, mom and dad popped out another baby; anita. pretty much everyone thought that having another kid in the house would make me jealous or whatever, but i was so excited to have a little sister. i mean, c'mon, having to deal with preston by myself for two years was bad enough. so having anita was great, it was like having a life sized barbie. we used to play dress up all the time - i'd do her make up, throw some of mom's clothes on her and it was just a lot of fun. for me, anyway. probably not so much for her. but anyway, that's basically when i discovered my love for make up.
i grew a bit more distant from my dad and brother as the years passed. i just hated how dad would always spend more time with preston than he would with me. i know now that it was only because dad was intent on getting preston interested in the family business at a young age, but i was only young and could never understand why he would barely spend any of his free time with me. that caused my temper to overflow and soon i started going through my rebellious stage. i'd do anything to get attention, no matter how bad it was. i wouldn't listen to my parents scolding, no matter how angry they got at me. the adrenaline rush i got from breaking the rules gave me a confident, powerful feeling, as if i had conquered a new skill. mom and dad eventually gave up on attempting to scold me and gave in to my demands; giving me money or whatever else it was that i wanted, just so i wouldn't have another temper tantrum.
the outcome of my behavior caused me to discover a passion that i never really found interesting before. i'd never really considered myself to be a wild type of girl, but i developed a love for the attention i got from being an obnoxious partier because it seemed to give me an even larger adrenaline rush; it allowed me to release all of the anger and frustration i let build up inside of me. this made my mom extremely worried, she thought it would ruin my life, and she tried her best to discourage me from living the way i was. and dad wasn't paying much attention to what i was doing or even what preston or anita were doing either. he was too busy fucking his assistant at work, you see. it didn't take long for mom to find out and it took an even shorter amount of time for her to file a divorce.
anyway, while all of this drama was happening, i had a little drama of my own to deal with at school. sex is very common in high school, most people loose their v-cards there as did i. but i had a pregnancy scare because my boyfriend at the time was too fucking ignorant to put a condom on and i was in no hurry to get on the pill and gain weight because of it. so, before we figured out that i wasn't pregnant, the jerk tried to use the whole 'i'm not ready to be a father' speech. as you could guess, i basically tore a strip off him and told him he was gonna be one whether he was ready or not. but after i actually took a test that verified i wasn't pregnant and i could breath easily again, i dumped the fucker and told him to start covering up his little friend if he wasn't ready to be a dad. so yeah, high school was pretty crazy.
i took a cosmetology course in college for a year once i graduated from high school and after that i was done with school. i don't care how badly my parents wanted me to get into business because it's a total bore and i don't think i'd be able to handle sitting on my ass for hours and listening to someone explain shit to me that i already know from my dad. anyway, i'm a make up artist now - i get models all pretty before they walk down a runway or pose in front of cameras. it's not something that i have to do, it's something that i love to do. and i couldn't imagine my life being any different from what it is now."
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so hey! i'm caitlin and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a girl. i've been rocking in this world for nineteen years.
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for four or five years.
i'm a girl. i've been rocking in this world for nineteen years.
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for four or five years.
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Little drops of water trickled down the bridge of his nose and eventually detached from his skin, falling to the tiled floor. Grabbing the towel he placed on the counter earlier, Adrien stepped out of the shower and quickly dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. If he didn't have to share a dorm with two other people, he would have most likely left the towel in the bathroom and paraded around the dorm without a care in the world. It wasn't like anyone would see him anyway, but of course he wasn't allowed to get a dorm to himself, so he had to share. He didn't really like the idea of sharing his living space with anyone, especially with people he doesn't know. It was either this or an apartment though and Adrien wasn't too keen on living in an apartment building, only because of the ridiculous yet believable stories his mother use to tell him about them. He knew the only reason she told him these stories was to scare him from even thinking of living in an apartment, he didn't know why though. Maybe she thought he would be better off learning how to live and tolerate strangers? Possibly. He raised a hand to his head; tousling his short dark blond hair as he quickly ran through the possible outfits he could wear. Adrien wasn't too picky when it came to clothes - as long as it looked good on him, he would wear it. Though, tonight he was having trouble deciding what to pull on, which was ridiculous considering he was only going out on a date. He had been on countless dates before and never had he had any problems like this before, so why now? He finally settled on a black short sleeved Polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans - simple enough. He had no idea which place Elyse had in mind to go, since she wasn't telling him, so he didn't know whether he should dress a bit more formal or not. Adrien shrugged it off once he returned to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, deciding he looked presentable either way. He poked around the dorm, gathering his wallet, keys and cell phone, and slipped them into his pockets. He then snatched up the bouquet of flowers he had gone out earlier and bought for Elyse. Alright, so he could be gentleman when he wanted to be but since she informed him that she had some sort of 'gift' for him, he decided to get her something as well. He began to wonder where Elyse intended to take him. She seemed like the 'party hard' type of girl, so maybe it was one of the clubs. If this was the case, he hoped to god she didn't have Pure Poison in mind. Adrien was more than sick and tired of the place, he worked there enough as it was so spending his free time there wasn't exactly his idea of fun.
He continued to ponder over the various places she could have chosen from as he slipped out of the dorm, making sure to lock it, and moved with a confident stride down the hallway. Maybe she really did want to go out for dinner; there were a few good restaurants around. Then again, she might want to see a movie like she had also mentioned over their conversation. This was really going to bug him until he knew for sure what she had in mind. Adrien stepped outside, the cool air seeming to sooth his nerves slightly. He inhaled a deep breath of the night air and let out a content sigh as he reached his car - a classic black 1968 Firebird, one thing he took great pride in. It wasn't in top condition or anything special, but he took good care of it and it looked to be almost new, thanks to the wax job he did a few days ago. Adrien unlocked and opened the driver’s side, slid in and slammed the door shut, placing the flowers carefully on the passengers seat. Partial bits of his teeth were shown in the slanted smile that quickly spread along his lips as the engine roared to life with a turn of his key. He pulled out of the campus parking lot and onto the road, tapping his index fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat of a random song that had started blaring from the radio once the car came to life. It was only then that he replayed their AIM conversation in his mind, a smirk tugging at his lips. He found it funny that no matter what he said, whether it was offence or not, Elyse continuously urged him to take her out. Her intentions of becoming his weakness also amused him - he actually chuckled softly at the thought as he turned onto her street. And what was this 'welcoming gift' she was talking about? She'd given him somewhat of a hint when she told him to guess 'who' it was and, of course, he immediately thought she was referring to herself. She never did tell him if his guess was indeed right or not. Adrien pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building and parked his car in the first free space he could find. He grabbed the bouquet of flowers and slid out of the car, closing the door behind him. His stride was a bit quick as he entered the building, so he stopped himself for a moment to regain his composure and continued up the flight of stairs with a less eager walk. Before he realized it, he was standing in front of her door. Adrien let out another sigh before raising a loose fist to the door, giving it a few good knocks.
He continued to ponder over the various places she could have chosen from as he slipped out of the dorm, making sure to lock it, and moved with a confident stride down the hallway. Maybe she really did want to go out for dinner; there were a few good restaurants around. Then again, she might want to see a movie like she had also mentioned over their conversation. This was really going to bug him until he knew for sure what she had in mind. Adrien stepped outside, the cool air seeming to sooth his nerves slightly. He inhaled a deep breath of the night air and let out a content sigh as he reached his car - a classic black 1968 Firebird, one thing he took great pride in. It wasn't in top condition or anything special, but he took good care of it and it looked to be almost new, thanks to the wax job he did a few days ago. Adrien unlocked and opened the driver’s side, slid in and slammed the door shut, placing the flowers carefully on the passengers seat. Partial bits of his teeth were shown in the slanted smile that quickly spread along his lips as the engine roared to life with a turn of his key. He pulled out of the campus parking lot and onto the road, tapping his index fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat of a random song that had started blaring from the radio once the car came to life. It was only then that he replayed their AIM conversation in his mind, a smirk tugging at his lips. He found it funny that no matter what he said, whether it was offence or not, Elyse continuously urged him to take her out. Her intentions of becoming his weakness also amused him - he actually chuckled softly at the thought as he turned onto her street. And what was this 'welcoming gift' she was talking about? She'd given him somewhat of a hint when she told him to guess 'who' it was and, of course, he immediately thought she was referring to herself. She never did tell him if his guess was indeed right or not. Adrien pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building and parked his car in the first free space he could find. He grabbed the bouquet of flowers and slid out of the car, closing the door behind him. His stride was a bit quick as he entered the building, so he stopped himself for a moment to regain his composure and continued up the flight of stairs with a less eager walk. Before he realized it, he was standing in front of her door. Adrien let out another sigh before raising a loose fist to the door, giving it a few good knocks.
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