Post by briseis mariah daring. on Oct 20, 2009 19:50:07 GMT -5
YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER
stranger, well its nice to meet you sir. i guess i'll go.[/color][/font][/center]
[/color]"i feel a little odd telling you about myself. i mean, who really would want to talk about themselves? i'm sure a few narcissists, but i can i assure you i am not one of them. well, here goes. my name is briseis mariah daring and i am seventeen-years-old. i love that my name has a touch of creativity seeing that i came from dull parents. my father, jonathan, is a very close-minded greek man who cares for nothing more than gaining power and making money. he didn't even want a family, so he isn't the first to show affection toward me in my house. my mother, allana, is a selfish french socialite. she has her insufferable moments where i want to beat her with a rake, and then she sits me down and reminds me how truly intelligent and clever she is. what a pair, huh? how could two people like them ever get married to one another? arranged marriage. you pegged it. both of my parents came from strict pureblood families that liked to uphold traditions. my parents were married so that their families could join and be more powerful. my parents are always so formal and proper. they won't even refer to me as my nickname- bri.
besides being shallow and slytherin, they were ecstatic when i was sorted into ravenclaw my first year. it showed that i was just as intelligent (most likely more) than the children from the other families. my parents are a wee bit obsessed with making sure that everyone is invidious of us. i don't think it's working. it is my seventh year and still i haven't seen very many signs of other families being jealous that i'm a ravenclaw. perhaps, that is the way that it goes in my parents minds because they are secretly disappointed that i'm not in slytherin. i don't have any siblings. i'm not sure how well liked i would be if i had a brother or sister get the preferred house over me. anyway, my wand is rosewood with a unicorn hair and fairy wing core. it is about eleven inches long and inflexible. i like it, even though it isn't the same one that i've had since i was eleven. i broke my first one when i had gotten into a little duel my third year. it was between me and some tart from gryffindor. i won, just for the record.
i guess that i really should reveal more about my past. well, i was born december seventh nineteen ninety-four in monte carlo, monaco. i already told you about my parents. need i say more? up until i was seven, i lived in monaco and then my parents moved to surrey, england. the reason we moved is because i was kicked out of a primary school. i think it had something to do with my attitude was too much for the teacher and i set fire to something or another. i was an energetic child with a quirky mouth (nothing has changed), i guess it was too much for the teacher to handle. it was like they were teaching me anything important anyway. after school each day, my mother would sit me down for four hours and correctly reteached everything i had learned. sometimes i think i may be a little educated for my own good. it makes up for my attraction to trouble. i tend to find myself in odd situations a lot. i have received detention countless times, but i make up for it by getting our house extra points. go me! i'm a prankster, a little mouthy, and i sometimes like to skip my classes. i suppose that i am well-known around hogwarts, because i do things to get me well-known. i'm not talking about sleeping around, but i goof off a lot and leave an impression on people.
anything else?
maybe i should throw these things out here: i currently have dark brown hair and green eyes. i hate my father and tolerate my mother. trouble likes me. i've been told i'm pretty funny. i'm allergic to macadamia nuts. my favorite animal is a turtle. i have a black and white cat named juliet. i'm deathly afraid of spiders and whatever is underneath the black lake. i love the smell of: money, cotton candy, coffee, cheap lipstick, and rain. my natural hair color is a pale blonde color, but i like to experiment with dyes so my hair is forever changing color. i'm five foot six inches. i hate two-faced people and being tickled. it's fun to jump and out scare people- just don't do it to me. i'm naturally really flexible and thought that i would be a good quidditch player - wrong. i'm a pureblood (in case you didn't catch that), but i don't look down on muggle-borns or anything. i'm neutral in this whole mess. i'm not with dumbledore's army and i'm not a stupid voldemort worshiper. i'm not on a side nor will i pick a side. "
ohhai, my name is KRIS and i'm SIXTEEN years old. i've been roleplaying for 3 YEARS because i'm that awesome. you can reach me at EMAIL, IM, PM.. just in case you were wondering, the password is avada kedavra..
noah rideher,
no one likes a paper gangsta.[/center]
Temptation comes in many forms. For some people it's chocolate, alcoholic drinks, or designer sales. For Noah Ryder, his temptation came in the form of a feisty brunette dancer, Mikaella Collins. She was always calling him out for his arrogance and promiscuous past. It made him angry that one girl had enough guts to stand up to him like that. It was actually somewhat refreshing. Instead of her swooning over his studly sculpted body or amazing good looks, she argued with him and refused to "fall" for him. It was only a matter of time before his charm got to her. She may think that she is immune to it, but no girl is. Mika was going to fall for him, hell yes she would, and he was going to be the one to catch her on the way down.
He would never admit this, but Noah had a slight obsession with Mikaella. How could someone be so funny, beautiful, talented, and dedicated? Better yet, how could someone with all of those qualities not want him? It was illogical. Why couldn't she just hurry up and see that they were perfect for each other and skip off into the sunset - or some other romantic shit that had been recycled? No, she kept rejecting him. Everytime he was rejected there was a blow to his ego, but it made him even more determined to win her over. It drove him crazy simply being in her presence. There were times that he wanted to attack her with kisses, grab her, slam her against the wall and devour her. Or, he wanted to murder her because of her taunting. Seeing her perform her dance moves and looking incredibly good, Noah was leaning toward the first.
Aw, I'm afraid I won't be able to work that out. I'm all booked up. If only you had gotten here sooner... Damn her for being so clever, he hated her for that. He noticed that a yawn omitted from her beautifully shaped mouth. Either she was adding it for effect or she really was tired, neither one of them would surprise him. Noah suppressed an eyeroll at the yawn. It wouldn't look too good on his part. Break any hearts lately, Prince Charming? Noah had been slowly letting go all ties to any flings that he had, it was a big step for him. "Not that I know of. I've added a few more people to the 'Noah Hate Club', but I'll live." He hadn't broken any hearts (of course, he picked women who were good at hiding their emotions), but he was about to break some faces of some surfers looking Mika's way. Jealousy was one of his few flaws.
Noah wasn't paying much attention as Mika stumbled a bit, he mentally slapped himself. What if she did fall? He would look like a total ass if he didn't reach out to catch her. No, he was too busy devising plans to beat the crap out of the guys that kept sneaking peeks at Mika. He was shaken out of his murderous thoughts by her voice. I honestly had no idea, I was hoping you were busy today. She just earned herself another hate mark. Noah shrugged his shoulders and gave his blond hair a quick flip so his bangs were no longer in his eyes. "There's still time for me to be busy, how about you join me?" He knew she was lying, inside she was probably trying to resist jumping his bones.
It was quite ironic that you showed up to rain on my parade. She was really racking up hate marks. He never rained on anyone's parade. He was the life of the whole freaking parade. Gosh, she was infuriating. How was he supposed to be smooth and suave if the girl he was supposed to be wooing was annoying the hell out of him? Hope you're not planning on staying long. Bitch. Noah clenched his jaw as he tried to bite back the colorful words itching to pour out. He had slight anger problems. "I think you would warm up to me if you spent the rest of the day with me."
Remember those hate marks that Mika was getting? Yeah, they've been erased. Mika had decided to go down onto the beach which Noah had followed onto. She wasn't getting away that easily. He was tempted to follow her around for the rest of the day and casually bump into her everywhere she appeared. But, that wouldn't look to good. He didn't want to come off as stalkerish. Anyway, Mika's words were forgiven the moment she unbuttoned her pants. She purposely removed her clothes just to tempt him, he knew it. His emerald eyes followed her hands as they removed each article of clothing revealing a bikini underneath. Oh, mercy.
If Mika's innocent little strip tease wasn't enough, the applying of the sunblock was about to make him kill over. Stupid, hot girl! He noticed that she was having a little trouble reaching her back and he practically leaped at the opportunity. It gave him a reason to touch her and give her a little massage in the process. "Need any help with that?" he asked, huskily in a low voice.
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