Post by gracie on Aug 4, 2011 2:34:09 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
PANSY JANE PARKINSON
[/color][/font]PANSY JANE PARKINSON
WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
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DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
Pansy Jane Parkinson.
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December 12th, 1980.
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Female.
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Heterosexual.
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Pureblood.
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Slytherin.
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD[/center]
Valerie Poxleitner.
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Brown.
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Dark brown, long and straight.
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N/A
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LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
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FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL[/center]
Spiders, being rejected, being physically punched.
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Leave Hogwarts as the most powerful Slytherin female and to be remembered, Inherit absolutely all of her money, get an amazing career such as a high rank at the Ministry of Magic.
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Bossing people around, leading/convincing others to follow her, charming those whom she wants, potions, yelling at others (she gets an adrenaline rush), and sneaking off past curfew.
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Being bossed around, Mudbloods, opposing quidditch teams, positive attitudes, Gryffindors.
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Excellent at wand duels, witty, and has an extremely sharp tongue (figuratively speaking, of course).
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Beautiful eyes, an illegal beverage, and the latest gossip.
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Pansy has a rough exterior, to say the least. Even those who knows her best would say she is a girl with a heart as cold and hard as a rock, and is practically emotionless, showing no sympathy for anything. Although she can find herself to be giggly and almost even friendly at certain times, like hearing good news, gossiping with the girls closest to her, and at events like dances and balls; she may be rude, but with the dignity of her pure blood, she surely has some of the most polite manners that you will ever see.
She also finds herself to be categorized in being a leader, rather then a follower, and a lot of the time she mainly acts cold to show no weakness and maintains her position at being on the top. The only time she'll let herself not take the leader role, is when she is surrounded by powerful men, such as her parent's friends, and the Slytherin males. However, she will keep herself in the leader roll when it comes to her girl classmates.
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I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
THIS IS MY HISTORY
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ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW[/center]
Violet Parkinson; mum; 37; stay at home mother.
Timothy Parkinson; father; 38; secret death eater, ministry worker.
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Surrey, England.
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Always being quite the wealthy one, Pansy had no short supply of the things she wanted. She had a habit of crying, kicking, and screaming bloody murder to her parents in order to get what her heart desired, but eventually she came to realize that she didn't have to do all those things in order to get what she asked for. She could just, ask, and without another word it would be hers. She was one of those little girls that would dress up in princess costumes, and walk around as she owned the house. She sometimes even took full advantage of the situation and commanded her house elves around with her little wand. She was just some Slytherin for a period of time, but with the right connections, she quickly climbed the popularity ladder to success. It had to be her fourth year, when Draco Malfoy asked her to the yule ball, that things really set sail. Others followed her around like she was one of the most successful leaders of the females in that year, in that house since then, hanging on to her every word. But let's face it; she is.
Sixth year, however, approached fast and that's when everything started changing. Everyone around her is no longer as carefree as they were just recently. Most of them are scared; panicking at every bit of news, wondering if something bad will happen to them, their family, or friends, because of the possibility and rumors of You Know Who. But Pansy doesn't worry. At thinking about the Dark Lord himself, Pansy gets an evil little glint in her eyes, as a sly smirk crosses her features. She actually finds it all rather exciting.
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS[/center]
gracie!
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Since middle schoooool.
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Tizianna sat on the edge of her bed at the motel she found herself staying at that night. It was a dusty old thing, the walls were paper thin, and she could have sworn that she saw at least three prostitutes being taken into a room just an hour earlier. Her face scrunched up minutes later as the unappealing sounds made their way through the walls and into her room, confirming her suspicions.
She didn't even know why she rented the motel room. For the last week, maybe a little less, the young woman had spent practically every waking and sleeping moment with a man named Bentley. She was immediately attracted to him the second she first laid eyes on him, but she found within hours of first talking to him, that the feeling in the pit of her stomach she was feeling wasn't just lust. It was something else. The way he talked to her.. hell, the way he even looked at her was different then anything she had ever experienced before. He gave her butterflies, and those knots in her stomach that she wasn't very used to, but had heard quite a bit about it. She found herself nervous to even be around him, sometimes. Yet the minute he was separated from her side, she felt anxious, eager, wanting nothing more but to see him again right that second. Was it love? No, no, surely it wasn't. Maybe puppy love. Tizi burrowed her eyebrows in frustration at the unknowingly different beats going on in her chest that she had never been used to before.
She was intimidated by him, though. Was she feeling too strongly at such an early stage of their relationship? What if he didn't feel the same? But her mind was soon put to ease at the gifts he had presented her. Tizianna's fingers played with the key he had given her, which she made into a necklace and now had it placed loosely around her neck. A key to get into his bus. Practically like a token to get into one's apartment. It caught her by surprise when he offered her such a thing, at first. She knew how band kids were. Most of them strutting around, messing with girls' heads just to get laid on a seemingly daily basis. That's one reason why she found herself nervous to be with him at first, but she just couldn't help herself. After the first day, she almost couldn't imagine how it would be to not have him next to her. She wasn't good at giving people shots so easily, but with him, it was different.
Glancing at the clock, she read it to be already a little past eleven. What was she still doing in her room? Her eyes soon landed on her packed up bookbag that lay on the floor. The other gift he had given her shocked Tizi beyond belief. A trip to Paris, just the two of them. Of course the humble part inside of her had a hard time accepting the gift, almost saying how it was too expensive to be spent on someone like her. But the giddy little girl who had always wanted to go to Europe took over, and naturally, she accepted with great happiness. And now, she sat there, wondering if she made the right decision. Should she go?
Letting out a deep sigh, she nodded to herself and walked over to her bag, and slid it across her shoulders. She quickly went and checked out of the room and headed towards the bus. Upon arriving there, she quietly used her key to unlock it. Making sure to lock it again as she let herself in, she stepped forward and skimmed the bus. No one seemed to be on it, which wasn't too much of a surprise for her. Eleven was early for them, she had found out, and they never seemed to come back and crash much, much later.
Stepping forward a little bit more, she smiled to herself as she saw Bentley sleeping in his bunk. Lightly placing her bookbag down on the ground, she climbed into his bed, letting her body curl up against his; her head resting on his broad shoulder and a soft hand placed on his chest as she began to fall asleep. Everything about this, the two of them, just felt so right.
She didn't even know why she rented the motel room. For the last week, maybe a little less, the young woman had spent practically every waking and sleeping moment with a man named Bentley. She was immediately attracted to him the second she first laid eyes on him, but she found within hours of first talking to him, that the feeling in the pit of her stomach she was feeling wasn't just lust. It was something else. The way he talked to her.. hell, the way he even looked at her was different then anything she had ever experienced before. He gave her butterflies, and those knots in her stomach that she wasn't very used to, but had heard quite a bit about it. She found herself nervous to even be around him, sometimes. Yet the minute he was separated from her side, she felt anxious, eager, wanting nothing more but to see him again right that second. Was it love? No, no, surely it wasn't. Maybe puppy love. Tizi burrowed her eyebrows in frustration at the unknowingly different beats going on in her chest that she had never been used to before.
She was intimidated by him, though. Was she feeling too strongly at such an early stage of their relationship? What if he didn't feel the same? But her mind was soon put to ease at the gifts he had presented her. Tizianna's fingers played with the key he had given her, which she made into a necklace and now had it placed loosely around her neck. A key to get into his bus. Practically like a token to get into one's apartment. It caught her by surprise when he offered her such a thing, at first. She knew how band kids were. Most of them strutting around, messing with girls' heads just to get laid on a seemingly daily basis. That's one reason why she found herself nervous to be with him at first, but she just couldn't help herself. After the first day, she almost couldn't imagine how it would be to not have him next to her. She wasn't good at giving people shots so easily, but with him, it was different.
Glancing at the clock, she read it to be already a little past eleven. What was she still doing in her room? Her eyes soon landed on her packed up bookbag that lay on the floor. The other gift he had given her shocked Tizi beyond belief. A trip to Paris, just the two of them. Of course the humble part inside of her had a hard time accepting the gift, almost saying how it was too expensive to be spent on someone like her. But the giddy little girl who had always wanted to go to Europe took over, and naturally, she accepted with great happiness. And now, she sat there, wondering if she made the right decision. Should she go?
Letting out a deep sigh, she nodded to herself and walked over to her bag, and slid it across her shoulders. She quickly went and checked out of the room and headed towards the bus. Upon arriving there, she quietly used her key to unlock it. Making sure to lock it again as she let herself in, she stepped forward and skimmed the bus. No one seemed to be on it, which wasn't too much of a surprise for her. Eleven was early for them, she had found out, and they never seemed to come back and crash much, much later.
Stepping forward a little bit more, she smiled to herself as she saw Bentley sleeping in his bunk. Lightly placing her bookbag down on the ground, she climbed into his bed, letting her body curl up against his; her head resting on his broad shoulder and a soft hand placed on his chest as she began to fall asleep. Everything about this, the two of them, just felt so right.
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