Post by tigerlily adalie tompson on Dec 8, 2008 17:19:49 GMT -5
`go shake it tiger !
`Hold onto your words, talk is cheap..
age; fifteen
rp experience; two years
how you found us; errrrm, an ad.
contact; pm, aim.
other charries; none,
other; NONE?!
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; tiger, lily.
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; october 27th.
actually i'm some sort of; astrological sign
this place was such a shit hole; london, england
ah, so like paradise for me; london, england
i don't look it but i'm actually; italian, greek and english.
it's just the way the wind blows; bisexual
baddest bitch all up and through here; pray for plagues lead guitarist
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; dark brown
does the carpet match the drapes; pink with other coloured extensions.
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 110 lbs
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'2''
and then i got one on my ass; tounge, septum, wanting angel bites.
they always seem to notice my; hair, height, style
you'll never see me without my; "My looks? Ha! Some of these girls in this tour are drop dead, by in my perspective, I'm not drop dead gorgeous. People say I am, but really. I don't see myself that way. Whatever. Moving on. My hair? Lets talk about that, shall we? My hair. My hair's natural color is blonde. More of a dirty blonde though. I dyed to my now hot pink color a year or so ago. I really like this color. Sometimes, I put coloured extensions in it, 'cause I'm cool. Oh yes. My hair extends to about six inches below my coller bone.Its not long, nor is it short. I love my hair. Its cut in choppy layers, with sidebangs. Don't I sound cute? Haha, no. I practically never wear my hair up. When I do, its in a high messy ponytail or in some other cute way with a headband. My hair isn't naturally straight. I straighten it every fucking day. Ugh. I wish my hair was natually straight. But, its not.
Moving on, from my hot pink locks to my brown eyes. My eyes. People have said they are gorgeous, but yet again, you are wrong. My eyes are mocha brown. Depending on what I'm doing, my eyes can change color slightly. From the mocha color, to a dark brown color, they are still a form of brown, right? The color is like a melting chocolate bar. Brown, but fading because of its melting-ness. Great, is it not? Well, thank god, I do not wear glasses or contacts. My vision is clear. Woo. I feel bad for those who have to wear them. It really tears away from what their eyes really look like. Such a shame. Anyways, my eyes are normally lined with a dark rim of black eyeliner. Why? Because it highlights my eyes so people will nodice them. I accually think my eyes are my best feature on my face. But shhh, don't tell anyone.
So, lets get to those boys' favorite feature. No, not what your thinking of, perv. My body, dipshit. I'm a skinny bitch. No line. Short and lean. Great, huh? I stand at a short five feet flat. Don't call me short, I'm...fun sized, if you catch my drift. I've been mistaken for being younger than I really am, but thats okay, because I'm still cute, right? Well, good! I knew I still was! Anyways, I weigh one hunderd and two pounds. So thin, its not even funny. I am content with my height and weight. One thing I do not get though...Why are guys always staring at my chest? Seriously. Its not like, mega huge or anything. But, atleast I do have somewhat of a chest. Woo. But, I guess thats just guys. Always looking at my ass and my chest. I've got to admit, my butt's pretty big, but don't tell any guys that. How did I get this body? Eat your veggies, fool.
Anyways, on to my skin tone. My god, I am pasty. I'm not ghostly white, but not uber tan either. My skin is a light sunkissed color with rosey undertones. In the summer, my skin gets a little tiny bit more sunkissed than it was, but its still pale-ish. My body is covered in freckles. Its great, I love them! It makes my skin so much better than it is when its just flat one tone. I never, ever get any acne, thank the lord. I am so proud of my clear skin. It makes it so much easier to get with guys, is it not? Anyways. My skin is great how it is, I wouldn't change it. I think its time for a topic change, hmm?
Lets talk attire, shall we? You can always find me in something brightly colored. My closet is filled with a million vibrant colors. I could not, would not, live without a colorful wardrobe. It would be impossable. Simple as that. Anyways! I wear skin tight jeans, normally of color. With that, I wear a graphic tee shirt and a cute smile and I am set for that day. Some days, I wear tiny short shorts and a tank top. With the whole short shorts and tank top, I normally finish it off with a pair of tennis shoes and a headband. Good, right? You'll never catch me flaunting my looks, thats just natural,babe. "
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`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; Lies, spiders. Cheesy pickup, The fact that she think no one will love her. Cocky guys. People forgetting who She am, Stuck up stars, getting hit on, people not caring about my feelings, gossip, being single, rumors, bad acting, bad singing, bad pictures, crappy cell phones, her friends crying, stuck up girls. Heights, people dying, animals dying, guns, playing hard to get, pmsing, out of tune guitars, long lists like this one, high heels (walking death trap!), when those really cute shoes you adore don't come in your size, phone bills, long skirts, rap...
it's like my signature kinda thing; Photography, Guitar, Art in general, Writing, Styling Hair.
oh god not this again, i so suck; She doesn't remember too many people from before her accident and coma. The fact that people thought she was dead. World history. She's not that good with remembering things, trying to get over her fears?
it's like children of the corn but worse; Heights, The Dark, Dying, Falling in love.
you know one day i'm going to; Become famous world wide, do photography, have a family.
it's just this weird innate thing; She bites her nails, twirls her hair when shes nervous, she can't fall asleep easily, she has bad moodswings.
some things just make me scream; Lip rings, musicans, black hair, humor, confidence, smart, bassists.
that is the most disgusting thing ever;[/b boring people, un-talkitive people, people who just want in your pants, stubborn people, lazy people.
you best remember this bitch;
"Okay, my sarcastic dorky side. My god. I'm one of the dorkiest people you will ever meet. You still love me though, right? Okay, good. You can always find me doing some stupid shit. I'm always laughing and just being silly. Isn't that great? Woo hoo! You can always find me doing something a normal person wouldn't do, because I'm abnormal. Being perfect is for losers... I'm not perfect, but still a loser.
I'm one of those people that are always all smiley. Well, most of the time. Unless I am PMS'ing. I try to stay in good moods most of the time. Just fake a smile and you'll be fine. Thats a good motto, right? So, I just try to stay nice, for the sake of my own sanity and others.
Oh, did I tell you that? I'm a bitch. I can say that openly. I. Am. A. Bitch. Why? Oh, because thats just who I am. I don't really care if you think I'm a bitch, because I know I am. I am a real bitch when people are mean to my friends and family. Pisses me off! You have no idea how much of a bitch I can really be, its great. I normally don't fight people with like, my fists... Just words.
You could call me trustworthy. That would be me. But, I don't trust just anyone, and I just don't keep everyones secrets. We've got to be best friends or something before I can keep your secret or you can even know some of mine. Gotcha? Thats simple. I don't trust just anyone, but once you gain my trust, don't loose it, bitch.
I am a klutz, a hopeless klutz. I will trip on... anything? Yes, anything really. However, Its not just falling, -I drop things, trip, go flying back wards, and slip a lot.
People are always telling me I have a sick mind. No shit, sherlock. I sure do! I can twist anyones words into a sick joke. Its quite fun, yet it annoys people to the max. Why would I care what others think though? Hm, I don't know. Oh fucking well, let the sick jokes continue. I was born with this sick mind, and its not leaving.
Next, I'm scared. I am a scared, weak, unloved person. Okay, thats what I think, but, yeah. I'm always afraid that no one will like me. No one will take a chance and get to know me. Or, that no one will like my photographs. It really does suck. I know people like me and stuff, but my mind doesn't allow me to think that? It's really odd, I guess its just like a self esteem issue.
I get really excited, loud, and sometimes a little conceited. Don't blame me for that one. People are always telling me how like, gorgeous and talented I am, hence my rare conceited times. Whats a girl suppose to do, just be like "No, I look horrid?" or take the compliment? Don't blame me for my sometimes - inflated ego. I'd even hate myself if I was a cocky, stuck up bitch. Well, I'd probably adore myself and hate you, but you get the point."
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`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
Emmett Tony Tompson -- 51 -- C.E.O
it's cause you were dropped as a child; Jenna Marie Tompson -- 23 -- Journalist
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; Delilah Jane Tompson -- died -- was a stay at home mom. -- Dad's side.
Carlise Eric Tompson -- Died -- C.E.O -- Dad's side.
Serenity Esme Jonas -- 83 -- retired -- Mom's side.
Garrett Edward Jonas -- 85 -- retired -- Mom's side.
you know the different kind of uncle;
Amber Lynn George -- 45 -- Teacher -- Moms side.
and the one that looks like a rat;
Alexander Gavin George -- 14 -- Student -- Ambers kid.
Calista May George -- 14 -- Student -- Ambers kid.
pretty freakin sure we're not related; none.
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; Cleo -- Picture -- 9 months -- Cat
it's like hell but only faster; "Oh god. My past? Why do you need to know? I can't even remember half the qgod damn things that happened to me... So yeah. I'll try, but that part of me is kind of faint since the coma, okay? So don't get mad at me. Jesus. Alright. Lets start from the top. A little girl, me, was born into a middle class California family. I weighed god knows how much. That doesn't matter. You know this is hard for me to explain to you, damn it. I... I guess I lived a normal childhood. I wasn't like, bitten by vampires or turned into a werewolf. So, I guess it was normal... Yeah. I was a normal little baby. Curly locks of hair and a loving family. I guess thats what a infant would call normal. Well, at that time my life was normal.
Now, my little kid years. The first tragic accident of my life. For some reason, I remember it vividly. Mother and I, we were back in Greece, visiting family, and it was a hot summer evening and I was six. Mother and I wanted to take a stroll on our bikes. So we just hopped on and rode. The sun was setting and we were turning around, but we had to cross a busy road. No biggie, I though. We waited for the signal and started strolling across. A speeding car came bulting down the road. My life flashed before my eyes and my mom dove over me and under our bikes. The car smashed into us and... I was hurt.
My parents were always worried about me. So they sent me to a boarding school, Ciel Academy, in my Junior year. I lived there. There was some boy there...I don't remember his name... but we were deeply, truely, madly in love. Apperently, we were set to get married at eightteen. I had to go back to London though. I loved it back in London, but I missed this boy. I was upset. So, back to Ciel Academy to finish the year.
This is when it happened. The crash and burn. The upset of my life. The thing. I was coming back from dinner with my boy, whoever that is, and...a Semi came by and rolled us. We rolled and rolled and rolled. I was hurt, being flung from the car. All I remember was the boy coming over to me and saying... "No, lily..lily..." and singing a beautiful song. Just gorgeous. The parametics came. My breathing was shallow and they thought I wouldn't make it...
The coma. The worse thing in my life. I've forgotten the things I love, the people I love, and that boy I loved so dearly with all of my heart. I was in that coma for seven months. Doctors, my parents, everyone was saying I was dead. So, to everyone, Lily was gone. But, I wasn't. I was still here. Just forgotten and alone. Just waiting for my life to wake back up and for me to be back from the dead. I was never dead, but they believed all those lies. So...so everyone has moved on. I'm still here. Will everyone still think I'm dead?
Now, I'm back in London. I just want to start all over. So I am forgetting about everyone there. The boy, the crash, my friends. I am now in this sick band as their lead guitarist. Now we are touring, and it'll be the best time of my life."
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; mmmm. nope
you must be smelling your own crotch;
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Wouldn't life be hard if no one knew you lived? Everyone thought you died in some tragic car crash? That someone had threw together a fake grave site for your body? And, believe it or not, you were still alive? Yeah, thats what happened to Elsie Spencer Bernhart. Everyone she knew thought she was dead. But, here she was, sleeping peacefully in her bed tonight. Nothing was wrong with Elsie, other then the fact she barely remembered anything and everyone thought she was dead. How sad, right? I guess so. But, she always made it through the day. She lost who she once was, though. Hell, she lost everything she ever was. Everyone who committed to who she was. Life's a bitch. I guess Elsie learned that the painfully hard way. So, what was she to do? Start a new life or try to pick up the pieces of the old life she once loved? The life she could barely recall, but held so closely to her heart. Its things like these that lingered in Elsie's thoughts and dreams. It sucks to live a life like this, pressing your mind to remember the slightest of things. So, today was her day to answer some of her the questions that lived in her mind. Which path would she take today? What would she make of herself today? All the things that confused her beyond belief would be helped today. Would it be back to old Elsie, doing all the things she loved or would she say fuck this and just move on? God, things like these are the worst.
One thing, one thing, Elsie promised herself was to visit it. Yes, visit the grave site where everyone ignorantly believe she lied peacefully. People may ask why she was there. What in hell would she say? That she was visiting her fake grave spot? Oh yeah, thats believable. Everyone would have thought she belonged in a mental instatution. But, it was best for her. To see what people had done with her 'grave'. What was there, what people really thought of her. Had people really mourned there for her before? All she knew was that she needed to get there. Today. She needed to be reminded of her imperfectly perfect past. The things that made her who she was. Maybe all this would bring back slight memories. All the things that made people love and hate her. Its what she wanted, what she needed. She needed a moment to dwell on her past, sob it out in a peacefully area. A place to hold her memories close to her. Just a place to think. A place for her to sit and remember all the faint memories that her mind still allowed her to see.
Elsie took her hand and slowly moved her covers off herself and rolled out of bed. She looked as gross as ever. Her pitch black hair waved and curled. Her eyes looked like raccoons, with dark circles surrounding her hazelnut coloured eyes. Her eyes looked bloodshot from all the tears she had shed the night before in her bed. She didn't look that great today. She didn't really need to. Elsie would sob the whole day away anyways, so what was the point in looking good? Who really gave a shit? Not her, thats for sure. Her eyes skimmed the reflection in the mirror. She could fix herself up a little bit, she was going to be in public. God, public. She hated looking terrible in a place were others could openly stop and stare at her as she strolled down the streets in an awkward fashion. But today, today was a different day. She wouldn't stop at Starbucks for a quick coffee before she headed to where ever she needed to go. No. Today, she needed to get to Whittamore Cemetary as quickly as possible. Today wasn't a day to worry about silly things like looks or coffee. Today was a day to find out who she wanted to be, what she wanted to love, how she was going to live... Today was the start of Elsie's new Era of life.
Elsie slipped on the last piece of her outfit. She was ready to go. She wasn't dressed in her normal attire. On a normal day, a pair of brightly coloured skinny jeans hugged her legs, and a graphic tee shirt would normally be fitted onto her upper half along with a few acessories and her black converse. Not today though. Today she went for a more serious look. With a tight, black mini dress, a plush gray button up coat, her gold bracelet and her gray boots, she didn't look like the usual Elsie. It was strange to see her like this, but she still had a hint of her normal self hidden within todays outfit. Her blue extensions. They were twined with her jet black hair in braids. You can really tell she's upset when she goes with this sort of look. I guess it was just her, with her changing moods came her changing style.
Elsie closed the door to her condo. God, how she had loved that condo. It made her feel just at home because, well, she was at home. It felt warm and cozy, because it was hers. Anyway, Elsie walked briskly down the street in her boots. She was trying to remember where in hell she was 'buried'. Wittamore Cemetary, but where in hell was that? She pressed to every corner of her brain to remember. A spark lite in her brain and she remembered. Now, she was off. Only a few blocks down and she would be there. Her heart raced as she began to think about Wittamore Cemetary. What would it be like seeing her name on a gravestone? Oh jesus, her heart began to speed up as she got to the black gates which had curling fog wrapping around its bars. She slowly pushed open the gate with one hand and stepped into the Cemetary. Oh god, this was sort of creepy. She walked down the small path to a place where she was told she laid in rest. Elsie past a few names, then saw her own. A single tear spilled down her cheek and she forced it away with her finger as she went over to the grave.
Elsie fell to her knees as she got to her grave. It was covered in flowers and notes. Most of the flowers had died by now, but it was still beautiful. She held one of the notes. It was from Kaidence. She opened it to read it and burst out in tears. The cold water that fell from her eyes dripped uncontrollably down her skin. She couldn't help this. People cared. Next she read the note from her sister. It was beautiful. A poem written by her sister. It was one of the best things she had ever read. Oh god. Next note? Xavier's. She read it slowly, letting every last word seep into her soul. More tears fell from her face. This was unbelievable. She couldn't take how much love this was. A lot of things were coming back to her now. And now she longed to be with those people who left her those notes and flowers. It was the most beautiful thing Elsie had ever experianced. Suddenly, a noise came from behind her. "Hello?" Elsie wispered between sobs. "...Who was that?" She asked as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
TAGG: open to someone she knew before her coma. and probably cared a ton about.
LYRICS: Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
WORD COUNT: 1257
COMMENTS: READ THIS! Yes, Tiger Lily is pretty much Elsie, but, in band form? Since I love my Elsie so much <3."
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steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
