 |
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxisabellamarieswan i ' mx t h ex r e s i d e n t x c l u m s yx h u m a n x i n x t h ex t o w n xo fx f o r k s 
   © bella: clumsy yet inwardly graceful ™ |
|
xoxo❝the male model❞ xoxococky • lovable • obnoxious xoxokrisxbun xoxoseagreen |
 |
|
|
 cleo west xoxoshe's a maneater xoxoxoxxmake you work hard xoxoxoxoxxxx make you sweat hard make you want all of her love.
At the present moment, Cleo was standing in the main hallway, looking at the cupboard that held the collector's spoons, wondering just how she would manage to get it out. Being not-so-bright was her speciality, so as she paced the hallway, she was wondering exactly how she'd be able to get one. Cassie... she thought, knowing that the brighter girl of the two would be able to do it somehow. Speaking of the fashionista, Cleo's phone began to ring, letting her know that she had a text message; from none other than Cassie. Opening it up, she read it before managing a quick reply. well, actually doll, i was just about to text you. i'm at the hallway, near where the spoons are kept. now, getting the guys boxers won't be too hard. i'm sure i have a pair of the guys somewhere anyway. but breaking into this stupid display case? that's something that you could manage. spoons first; spooning later? ily2 bby. haha u and me can win this thing, ya know? xo, cleo-doll Looking up towards the cabinet, she sighed and began tapping her fingers on the glass, wondering exactly how they would manage this. However, her mind quickly wandered over to the boys from Raph's, and she thought ahead in time, deciding to text her two fave's; Parker and Jonah. i believe we have some catching up to do. i'll swing by yours in around ten, if you're not too busy. xo, cleo-doll Smirking to herself, she figured that this would be as easy as pie, not noticing just how difficult the task was. Oh, how naive the slut was. |
|
|
xxxxxxadriennebrooks j u s t xxx y o u r xxx t o m b o y xxx v a m p i r e  Addie had had the worst morning. Being a vampire, hadn't changed the fact that she was late to school, or the fact that she had used the excuse that she'd 'slept in', when in fact, Addie had been out, playing sports in the field that morning; her family's special field, secluded in the forest. She was the tomboy out of the girls in her family, and that showed. She got quite easily frustrated, yet wouldn't let it show. The only place her anger or temperament ever escaped her was on the baseball field. And that was where she had been that morning, hitting baseballs and taking out all her anger, before chasing them as fast as she could so as the baseballs didn't look too suspicious. Befor she knew it the time had got away and she had been forced to school. She had been running, as that was how she had made it to school, and as the arrived in the carpark, the school bell rang for lunch. She didn't need to even stop and catch her breath, as she was a vampire, and so she strutted along, her backpack on her bag, her baseball cap on her head. She wasn't a very glamorous girl, and that showed, as she walked into the cafeteria, her baseball bat on, hiding her gorgeous blonde ponytail. She was also wearing a tight, sports tee and a pair of skinny jeans and her gorgeous pair of Nike's, her most favourite shoes of all time. Being a vampire however, made her still look supermodel gorgeous, despite her attempts to hide it ever so slightly. The only time she ever looked slightly glamorous was when she really felt in the mood to doll herself up, and that was only at time such as school's proms, homecoming and Sadie Hawkins dances. Other than that, she tried to hide her gorgeous looks, rather than flaunting it. She'd rather people paid no attention to her than heaps of unwanted attention. So, as she walked over to the lunch tables, spotting her brother and sister, Church and Nessie, she hoped that no eyes were on her, as she smiled to them and waved, walking quite slow, yet standing out in the crowd, as she was fairly tall for a girl. However, on her way to her 'family', she had to walk past the werewolves, and upon smelling their scent, she gagged and coughed, before giving them a quick glare and continuing on, trying not to look to suspicious. Her walk had a little bit of a strut to it, however she had really never noticed this before, and hoped that no one else did. As she slid into a chair next to Church, opposite Nessie and smiled, as she placed her bag upon the floor. "What's this about good news, Ness? C'mon, it's school. How good can it be?" She grinned as she awaited her sister's eager response. Despite being a younger vampire, Addie still considered Nessie to be a little sister to her, as that's how their personalities worked: Ness was the excitable, happy sister, Addie was the slightly sarcastic, tomboy and that was always how it had been. Turning to Church, Addie smiled at him and said, "How's your day been, Church? Knowing you, it's probably been hectic already...." She then turned back to face Ness and asked whoever wanted to answer "Where's Ben? And how's Dawn going?" Truth be told, Addie wasn't too fond of the human girl living with them. If anything, Addie was jealous of the girls life, or more specifically, heartbeat. Addie knew Dawn didn't mean any harm, but Addie was quite exclusive; she adored her family and Dawn was just a complication. Her siblings knew that Addie would put up with Dawn and wouldn't actually do anything to her, but they also knew that she didn't particularly like her, and wouldn't go out of her way to do anything. But then again, they didn't expect too much from Addie, she was the sarcastic, tomboy who didn't like to wear her heart on her sleeve. She much preferred to keep her emotions on the inside. She knew she was a bit of a toughie; but on the inside, she liked to read Romeo + Juliet at night, and watch the stars. Yeah, who knew. Her siblings would definitely joke about it if they ever found out.    |
|
|
|
xxxxan interview with first middle last brought to you by username 
nick, name, age, birthday. dont go overboard. Thank you for the information. Could you please tell me about your personality? personality, a paragraph or two. act like a human. Interesting. How was your life before becoming a star, and how did you become a star? And also, how do you feel after becoming famous? bio, compare life before and after. Wow, that's a pretty great life. Are the rumors between you and your co-stars true? relationships, friendships, hatred rarara. Thank you for taking your time for this interview. You're welcome. |
|
|
rocketships and radios.
:] |
|
|
|
xo katia westermann xoxo( xo b o r n xo t o xo m o d e l xo )  Katia was currently enjoying the view from the street, admiring the building that she was about to move into, looking upward to the tall apartment, her sunglasses shading her gorgeously coloured eyes. As she was looking upwards, she felt something rest against her leg, and noticed that the taxi driver had placed her Louis Vuitton luggage on the ground beside her left calf muscle, and she smiled to him, before reaching into her handbag and giving him some money. "Thankyou so much, Paul. Here's your cash; keep the change." Although she was a new model, her name was quickly becoming more and more publicly known; after all, it was in her genes to be famous, thanks to her gorgeously famous model of a mother. Dragging her two suitcases along the ground, one in each arm, she set off towards the front door, her handbag resting in the cradle of her arm, and her other carry bag in the other arm. All together she had four bags. As ridiculous as that seemed, she really did need all her clothes and belongings; she wasn't a light traveller, that was for sure. As she opened the door, she pushed her sunglasses back onto the top of her head, and stepped into the foyer. "Hello? Anyone home?" She looked around to see if she could see anyone, before she began to drag her many bags into the house. As she looked around, she noticed the room that had been marked the 'girls room' and peered inside, all the while dragging her luggage with her. Looking around the room, she smiled, and noticed that the bed by the window had already been taken. Shrugging, Katia dumped her stuff on the bed furthest from the window and finally sighed, as she sunk onto the soft mattress. She figured she would unpack later, as for now, she had some exploring to do. Her stillettos hitting the ground with a strut, she made her way around the apartment, checking out everything from the living-room and kitchen, all the way to the plunge pool and balcony with view. The one place she hadn't yet seen, was the males room. She wasn't a slut; but she definitely had had her fair share of boys over the years. Knocking once on the open door, she noticed a male figure lying on a bed, and a female standing almost near him, trying to make conversation. Strutting over to them, she had made a mental note to look as glamourous and natural as a model as possible, she held out a hand for the girl to shake and said, in a rather confidently manner, "Hi, nice to meet you. You two must be two of the other models. Katia Westermann, professional character model. Pleasure to meet you." After she had introduced herself to the female, she wandered over to the males bed, and sat down on the end of it, in a space that he had not yet occupied. Confident? Yes, but that was the way she was flirting currently. "And who would you be? It's a pleasure to meet you." And with that, she stuck out her hand yet again, waiting for the gorgeous male in front of her to politely accept. |
|
|
____________________________ layla » dawn » mckinnonxxxx But please, call me mackie. ✖ I can count up to seventeen on my fingers. ✖ I open my presents on august, twenty-two ✖ The doctor told my mom she was having a girl ✖ Hot DAMN! xxxxrunning, literature, glasses, gummi lollies, quiet, friends, smiling, bed ✖ Ummm, EWWW! xxxxhot days, small animals, insects/spiders, sweet potato, delinquent people, loud noises, balloons ✖ Story of my life. xxxxxThis may be kinda boring for you, so i'll make it short and sweet. I'm Layla Dawn McKinnon; more commonly known as Mackie, or Mac for short, maybe even Lay if you feel like it. I'm not too fussy so it won't really matter at all. I'm pretty much your average Philedelphia girl, no jokes at all. I was born on the 22nd of August, approximately seventeen years ago, and that was the day my family was created, as I am the first and only child. I live with my mother and father, in a little apartment; it's nothing to flashy but it keeps us going. Growing up, I got pretty much everything I ever wanted, within reason, but I learned not to ask for all that much anyway. Our money wasn't tight, we just liked to save it up for more important things, like my college fund, or first car, which by the way, is my cherry red vintage VW beetle. My dream as a little child, was to become a surgeon, and i'm still focused on that dream. Call me determined, and i'll just nod my head and agree with you. I've always wanted to be something, that really used brains and smarts, just to get the job done. I've always worked hard at school, year after year, and i've had straight a's all the way through, but it hasn't come easy. Most of the time, I'm at home, studying or doing homework; i'm not really all that social, but socialising won't get me into med school. I mean, the closest friend i've ever had, was the poet from school, but we kinda drifted apart, if you know what I mean, as my dreams came closer and closer. But now, i'm quite friendly with the outgoing chick; sure, we're kinda opposites, but she's a good acquaintance of mine. Which brings me to the past. In high school, I'm known as the nerdy girl, however i'm not your typical nerd stereotype. Sure, I wear glasses when reading and I know what I want to do with life, but does that make me a nerd? I still have friends, but I just tend to isolate myself a little bit more than the average person. I'm still a normal girl, just with her head in the right place, if I do say so myself. I've been thinking a lot about that special summer project, and as much as I love being chosen, I still think it's a waste of time. I'd rather not go off partying and running amuck in the vacation: i'd much prefer to work a part time job, help my parents out and do my summer reading and research, alone. However, looks like I don't have much of a choice. Maybe it might give me a chance to come out of my comfort zone, and learn to have fun; although I highly doubt i'll change my ways. ✖ I guess it just goes like this. How would I describe myself, and how I work and feel? I've got quite a boring personality, as most would say, but I say I just put my head before my heart. I apparently don't know how to have fun like a regular teenage girl, but that doesn't really bother me. I'm quite shy, obviously not as much as the shy girl, but just enough to make you have to approach me first if you want to speak. I'm very focused and determined, so if i'm doing or working on something, then don't break my concentration, or I may just yell at you. I'm quite friendly, and always smiling, as I never take things for granted, but take each day as it comes. I guess I'm quite optomistic, when I want to be, but very down-to-earth. I'm not a self-confident sort of girl; if anything, i'm self-concious. I'm not stuck-up or bitchy, because I see no need for that in life. I have nothing to be self-confident about, at least, that's what I think. I'm shy about my body, although people do tell me I have no reason to be. I'm not really a fun-lover, and it shows sometimes, and my sense of humour is quite dry and sarcastic. Guys like to be around me, because my personality is quite amusing, and I make my own fun. I'm usually always seen in a hat, as that's just part of my personality. I'm a bit of health junkie, and I love going for a run, or going to the gym. I love keeping fit, and i'll do whatever I can to stay fit, and happy. I'm a tomboy, and it usually shows. made in iKrissy inc |
|
|
|
 oooLaylaKatiaMackinnon™ooo WHY DO I MENTION THE SOLAR SYSTEM? 'CAUSE, YOU IN MY SOUL AND SYSTEM" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxb***hbirth certificate ✖ you'll be screaming it later mackie ✖ plentiful bounds of years seventeen, february tenth ✖ peeking and teasing i have to admit, i am one of those plastic dolls called barbies ✖ loving and leaving i do enjoying taking a sneak peek in the men's room ✖ standing above the world 5'6 ✖ weight watchers? 120 lbs ✖ lions mane blonde ✖ pools of color blue-green ✖ lovely ink nil ✖ phucking metal only ears and belly-button xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxmy fairy-tale ✖ i'll spread my wings, and fly away
So, my life as an early child was pretty sweet, but when I started hitting my early teens, it became a little more rocky. I was having trouble fitting in at school, as all the girls were at the age where they started wearing makeup, dating boys and dying their hair, and being the tomboy, I really wasn't into that sort of thing. I was getting left behind with these new changes and trends, and that gave the girls reason to tease me. Sure enough, I got bullied and tormented, but growing up with boys helped me learn to fight back. I'm not trying to make this into one massive sob story; believe me, i'm way tougher than that. But I just needed a way to escape. And I found that when I turned thirteen. It was a week after my thirteenth birthday, and the bitches at school were really reaching a peak in their bullying. This one particular day, I walked past a group of them, standing by their lockers, and pulled my baseball cap down, kept my head held up high, nice and proud, and kept walking. Sure enough, they moved out in front of me and blocked off my path, and then, before I knew it they were insulting me. The bell rang, and so more people were flooding the corridor, forming a circle around them and me; eager to see the next move. This one girl, she was the ringleader, she hated me for no reason; my brother tells me it's because of my naturally gorgeous blonde hair, but she was always bullying me, more than any of the other girls. She was the Queen Bee, and I hated that. So, this particular day she was standing before me, saying all sorts of s**t like 'Oh, poor tit-less Mackie, aren't you devastated you don't have a boyfriend?', 'No wonder you have no boobs, it's probably because you haven't even hit puberty yet' and 'You hang with all the boys, but you get no action; you must be lesbian'. By this day, i'd had enough of it, and I was so fed up. You wanna know my next move? I tackled her to the ground, and started punching and hitting her. I didn't mean to reach so violently; it just happened. Before you knew it, she had a bleeding nose, and her hair extensions were ripped out of her hair, lying limply next to her. I have to admit, the guys loved it; some girl-on-girl action they said. But I was so appalled at what I had done, I ran away from the scene, my face bleeding from a scratch she had given me. I ran out into the playground, and hid behind some trees, trying to calm myself down. I wasn't crying or anything; just merely angry and frustrated. I looked to the sky, when I was leaning against a tree, and saw these birds; hawks more specifically, and wished and longed to be one of them desperately. Before I knew it, I had Changed; and I was freaking out, as I was now a hawk. I wondered, if it was God or someone above's sickening idea of karma, and I was freaking out thinking that I wouldn't be able to Change back, but I managed to fly around for a bit, before managing to make it back to my bag, before the school bell went. Of course, after finding out I had this power, I decided to use it to my advantage, and learn how to master it. I spent a few weeks doing this, and i've been very careful to make sure that no-one ever sees me, as it's my little secret, and I don't want them to think i'm some sort of freak. My life now, is of course drastically different, but only to me; as no-one else knows. I mean, there's a group of us that all Change, but that's all that knows about my little secret. It makes life so much more interesting, and like some sort of weird fantasy movie; but it's my little escape, and I adore it for that. I've always loved the idea of flying, and now that I can, it's the best thing that's every happened to me. I'm still a tomboy at school, and I still hang with the boys mostly, but ever since I discovered my little secret, i've become slightly more withdrawn. I still help the family out; but now that i'm going on little flights; what I like to call my 'trips', my older brother has had to step up a little and help out some more. I'm planning on telling him, sometime in the future, but for now, i'll leave it out in the open, for him to guess where i've been going. He'll never guess it right.
I've never liked cats, but after my little secret appeared, I hate them even more. I've always liked heights, and I get afraid of small spaces; I hate the idea of being confined, I like open spaces. If i'm your friend, i'm very loyal and i'll stick by you and stick up for you, no matter what comes your way. I love having fun, and i'm usually the life of the party. I'm not entirely your conventional tomboy; I do love some girly things, like getting dressed up occasionally, but just not as much as your stereotypical female. All in all; i'm a bundle of fun, if you're male and quite harsh and cold if you're female and I don't know/like you. But I'm definitely worth getting to know. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthose little things ✖ my dirty little secret i have experimented with females before and found out i definitely do not swing that way ✖ kissy-kissy-go for now, that egotistical hottie looks mighty fine ✖ fer sure flying, heights, parties, dancing, baseball caps, sports, friends, family, lemonade, vitamin water, gym, backpacks, iPod, skinny jeans, sport jerseys, raspberry licorice, going to the beach, birds, glasses,, candy hearts, moisturiser, winning, boys ✖ aw, hell no the ground, cats, worms, girly-girls, plastic bitches, the word 'popular', the ordinary kids, being beaten, new people, change in routine, yucky smells, people with no sense of personal hygiene, cheerleaders, being bored, crap parties with bad music, dark forests, people crying, showing any signs of weakness ✖ are you shitting me? ailurophobia- fear of cats. cleisiophobia- fear of being locked in an enclosed place. kakorrhaphiophobia- fear of failure or defeat. ✖ simply orgasmic techno, hip-hop, r&b, electro | electric feel |
|
    missx [jolie]x mackinnon t h e xo o v e r c o n f i d e n t xo && xo f l i r t a c i o u s xo s k a n k xo ••••••••• xoxo xo The name's Jolie Peta Mackinnon; but i'll answer to Jolie, Jo or even Mackie if you like. Anything else, that is way ridiculous, and i'll politely, actually screw that, impolitely ignore you. I'm not really a b***h, that's my friend Nadia's job; however, I am the freshman whore/slut/skank and more. I'm already known as the slut among the freshie's and it's helped me get with a few freshman guys, but now I want more; I want someone older. |
|
|
