Post by ali on Dec 14, 2011 2:31:35 GMT -5
FELONEE ADRIANNE LEGENDRE
eighteen, senior, straight, bitchy, whore, megan fox
[/size][/justify]So, Miss Legendre, tell is a bit about youself.
"Well, what would you like to know?"
Well, what about your personality.
Well, I find myself to be a sweet girl. I enjoy maing friends with just about anyone I can make friends with. I tend to allow myself to trust others quicker than I should, and sometimes it leads to my own suffering. I can be a bitch sometimes, well... a lot of the time, and it doe not take much for me to act that way. I like to bottle things up till I am about to explode, and then that's when you see the huge Felonee the bitch. I can be a little feisty, I have been in my share of physical altercations, and in my fair share of beds with plenty of men. I tend to do before thinking things through, but then I always feel horrible about myself. Also, I am very self confident, yeah, that's just a bonus.
Well Alright, tell me about your history
Well, it's pretty simple. I was born to Marie Legendre and Mark Legendre on October thirtieth. I was born and raised right here in Charleston, so all of the old locals know me by heart. I love it here, and I honestly would never choose to move anywhere else. This is where I call home. I was a straight A student all through elementary school, and middle school. I was the captain of the cheerleading squad at my old school, gymnastics team, and Volleyball team. I guess you could say I am popular and I had a pretty great childhood. I was born into wealth, so I guess you might ask why I am waitressing, and it's because I want to make my own living. I don't want to live on mommy and daddy's money, I want to live on my own money, and that's that. Now, here I am, and who knows what my future would hold, of course, I know I have school tomorrow.
Well, one thing you have not gone over is Past Relationships
Well, let's see. I am a cheerleader... I have had plenty of boyfriends, but they always wanted one thing. At first, I had found it disgusting, and I had never imagined myself having sex with anyone, not ever. Then I tried it, with a boy named Joseph Hutchins. Then I was hooked. It was like my drug. Once you gave them that, it was like you were all they could see. And I liked that. So, I guess I am what you would consider your typical Cheerleader, sleeping with all of the football team. I only had one serious relationship, and we will just say it ended horribly. Since I know you are going to ask, I might as well just tell you that I caught him sleeping with my best friend, thus leading to a physical altercation. So I kinda have a criminal record... for assault, but whatever. Anyways, I am single now, and that's truly all that counts.
Well, Miss Legendre, it was a pleasure meeting you, thank you for telling us about yourself. I am sure we will be hearing from you soon enough."
Not a problem, sir, you have a great night.
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Felonee sighed softly, the smell of cheap perfume, and liquor wafted to her senses. One thing Fel hated the smell of was cheap perfume, though the alcohol was good here, and the men were normally hot, so Felonee just dealt with the little things that disheartened her. Her blue eyes peered down at the mahogany bar, letting a nail brush against it softly. Her delicate hand raised the glass to her lips once more, running her spare hand through her black hair. Another sigh escaped from her as she glanced around once more, still no one of interest to catch her eye. She knew it was only a matter of time, but Felonee has never been a patient woman. She wanted everything yesterday. She had always been that way, and ever since she got famous, she had gotten a little worse about it, having gotten use to get things in a timely manner.
Felonee was a model. She was damn good at it too. She wasn't the type of model who could only do runway, or only do photos, she could do it all. She was booked often for men's magazines, women's magazines, runways, and high fashion photo shoots. She was enjoying her life, of course, her life had always been enjoyable. She had grown up rich, very rich, and had always gotten everything her heart had desired. Felonee barely even had to ask, and it was granted to her. Maybe that was a bad thing, maybe she was the bitch she was, but either way; Felonee Legendre was who was she was, and she was never anything but herself at all points in time. Felonee was never fake, nor did she lie. If she did not like you, she would never waste time telling you about it, and why she didn't like you.
Course, Felonee hadn't always been a rotten bitch. At one point her money had made no difference to her, she was a sweet girl. A girl you could talk to, a girl you could consider your best friend, and a girl every one wanted to be. She had rarely been rude, she had gotten excellent grades through out school. But after being screwed over so many times it became hard to stay a nice person. Nice people got walked on, and Felonee was definitely sick of being walked on. Felonee didn't have to worry about that anymore. She was now the woman who did the walking on people. Not everything was glitz and glam, but for the most part it was; and she loved every second of it. The clothes were amazing, the food, the liquor, the houses, and the money, everything suited her just fine.
Felonee heard a familiar voice that brought her out of her stupor. She looked up and smiled as he spoke, laughing out at his words. He definitely had not lost his charm. Course, she knew him well. They had been childhood friends, and had always been close except for when their careers had taken off. They had drifted apart, as did most people when their lives changed. She had missed him though, and she smiled warmly, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling. "Chance Caine huh? Nope... Don't recognize the name... sorry." she shrugged and took another sip of her drink before chuckling softly. "How have you been, darling." she smiled as he kissed the top of her hand. It was nice to see him, for it had been a while. And hey, he was breaking up her boredom till she did find a guy who did want to take her home..
Felonee was a model. She was damn good at it too. She wasn't the type of model who could only do runway, or only do photos, she could do it all. She was booked often for men's magazines, women's magazines, runways, and high fashion photo shoots. She was enjoying her life, of course, her life had always been enjoyable. She had grown up rich, very rich, and had always gotten everything her heart had desired. Felonee barely even had to ask, and it was granted to her. Maybe that was a bad thing, maybe she was the bitch she was, but either way; Felonee Legendre was who was she was, and she was never anything but herself at all points in time. Felonee was never fake, nor did she lie. If she did not like you, she would never waste time telling you about it, and why she didn't like you.
Course, Felonee hadn't always been a rotten bitch. At one point her money had made no difference to her, she was a sweet girl. A girl you could talk to, a girl you could consider your best friend, and a girl every one wanted to be. She had rarely been rude, she had gotten excellent grades through out school. But after being screwed over so many times it became hard to stay a nice person. Nice people got walked on, and Felonee was definitely sick of being walked on. Felonee didn't have to worry about that anymore. She was now the woman who did the walking on people. Not everything was glitz and glam, but for the most part it was; and she loved every second of it. The clothes were amazing, the food, the liquor, the houses, and the money, everything suited her just fine.
Felonee heard a familiar voice that brought her out of her stupor. She looked up and smiled as he spoke, laughing out at his words. He definitely had not lost his charm. Course, she knew him well. They had been childhood friends, and had always been close except for when their careers had taken off. They had drifted apart, as did most people when their lives changed. She had missed him though, and she smiled warmly, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling. "Chance Caine huh? Nope... Don't recognize the name... sorry." she shrugged and took another sip of her drink before chuckling softly. "How have you been, darling." she smiled as he kissed the top of her hand. It was nice to see him, for it had been a while. And hey, he was breaking up her boredom till she did find a guy who did want to take her home..