Post by zoanna juliette hart. on Nov 29, 2008 17:15:10 GMT -5
`go shake it ZOE' !!
`i thought of you and the time we jumped the fence.
age; 14.
rp experience; about 2 to 3 years.
how you found us; on i'm not here for your e n t e r t a i n m e n t's ads.
contact; pm. eventually msn.
other charries; nopeeh.
other; well, there's nothing, i guess.
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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; zoe' juee', zo', zoe', anna, ju', juee', juli', lee, tee.
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; 18th august, 1989
actually i'm some sort of; leo.
this place was such a shit hole; Costa Mesa, Orange County, California.
ah, so like paradisefor me; Costa Mesa, Orange County, California.
i don't look it but i'm actually; english.
it's just the way the wind blows; heterosexual
baddest bitch all up and through here; maybe memories, photographer.
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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; blue.
does the carpet match the drapes; dark brown, black.
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 110 lbs.
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'3"
and then i got one on my ass; ears pierced, tattoo on her left hip representing her astrological sign.
they always seem to notice my; she has this small birthmark right under her left ear on her neck which looks like a cell phone.
you'll never see me without my;
Zoanna has always been the short type. You know, the one who would be in the front row and in the middle of it on every picture they took at school. She had always had troubles going on the rides at the amusement park because the guys taking care of it wouldn't believe she had the age to ride it. They probably thought she was ten when she really was fourteen. Though it annoyed her, she managed to get used to it and carry her identity cards wherever she went, even if she was only fourteen. she never tried to look taller then she really is. She hates wearing high heels, though she does on some very special occasions.
Eye-liner, maybe lipstick, eye shadow, and that's it. Zoanna is the one who takes hours to get prepared. When she was younger, her friends talked about how early they had to wake up to get prepared and not be late for school. She was the only one who took less than an hour to put her make-up on, get her hair done, get dressed, prepare her bag and lunch. She even had a bit of time to spend on the computer before she really had to go. Since then, it hasn't changed. Give her forty-five minutes, and she's good. unless, of course, it is for a very important event. Then, she gets all stressed and it takes her at least two hours to be ready.
Her style. Her own little style. She pretty much likes every piece of clothing she sees. Skinny jeans to beautiful dresses. Though, she always add a little something of her own. Whether it's a random hat or shoes that doesn't fit. Or even a pikachu back pack. Some people might see her like a young kid who tries to know where exactly she stands in fashion. The truth is, she doesn't care at all about fashion. Large sunglasses, some cowboy hat, a balck polka dotted dress and some hot pink converses usually is her favorite outfit.
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`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
• ice cream.
• old rock music.
• old movies.
• minute maid apple juice.
• large sunglasses.
• computer.
• boys.
• partying.
• alcohol.
• disney movies.
• pokemons.
• pikachu backpack.
• nintendo ds interior designer game.
• old cameras.
• her bedroom.
• chocolate milk.
• hedgehogs.
• taking pictures.
• her brother and her sisters.
• her grand-parents.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
• vegetables.
• rap music.
• bad movies.
• minute maid orange juice.
• spiders.
• working on anything else then her pictures.
• flip flops.
• mathematics.
• sciences.
• history.
• television.
• dance.
• signing.
• nintendo ds wedding designer game.
• her parents.
• her parents' house.
• her father's huge car.
• snow.
• piercings anywhere else then on lip, nose or ear.
• pretencious people.
it's like my signature kinda thing;
• taking pictures.
• english.
• writing.
• computers' programs.
• nutrition.
• cooking.
• skate board.
• skating on ice.
• soccer.
oh god not this again, i so suck;
• dancing.
• signing.
• drawing.
• playing any instrument except piano and guitar.
• gets annoyed easily.
• she might scream and hit you if you tickle her.
• cleaning.
• not going on the computer every single day.
• getting outside.
it's like children of the corn but worse;
• spiders.
• heights.
• tall people.
• ghosts. [though she knows it doesn't exist]
• her high school math teacher.
you know one day i'm going to;
• becoming a great phtographer.
• having a family.
• being known for her art.
• writting a cooking book.
• live until she's 100 years old.
it's just this weird innate thing;
• bites lip.
• tapping the beat of some random music on a table or on her lap.
• playing with her hair.
• replacing her hair.
• balancing her weight from a leg to another when standing.
some things just make me scream;
• kissing.
• hugging.
• happiness.
• boys with long hair. [not longer then her own]
• blue eyes.
• honest people.
that is the most disgusting thing ever;
• sadness.
• pink, green, any colored hair. [unless it's on one of her friends]
• bad hygiene.
• unhonest people.
• long nails.
you best remember this bitch;
• PROTECTIVE
Zoanna has always been protective over the ones she loved; her friends, her younger brother and her younger sister, her cousin. Since the time her sister barely died from a sickness, she hates it when people she loves suffer. she'll mostly do anything to protect those people from the cruelty of life. Though, sometimes, when she was younger, she would've followed you everywhere which might had been annoying. But now, she learned to control herself and doesn't follow the person everywhere. She just makes sure that her friends know she's there for them if they ever get into any kind of problem.
• ALCOHOLIC
Since she first tasted vodka after her graduation ball at high school, Zoanna grew an addiction to every type of alcohol. When the guy first offered her vodka, she refused. But then, when she tasted it, she kept asking for more. Though she knows it is totally stupid, she likes to get drunk. But then, the next morning, when she wakes up, she wish she hadn't. Though, it doesn't keep her from starting it all over again. She really does have a problem with alcohol. But she wouldn't want to solve it even if you paid her one hundred millions to do so.
• EASILY ANNOYED
This is her major problem. She can get very eaisly annoyed by the smallest things. If you once annoy her, you'll immediately be on her bad side. Make a disturbing noise or anything that could distract her from what she has to do and you'll simply get punched. Easy to understand, isn't it? She'll get in that mood mostly when she tries to take a good picture. She needs calm. Okay, maybe not totally calm. She can deal with people talking, but she can't deal with somebody who asks her something while she's working. And that, every person close to her knows it.
• AFFECTIONATE
Zoanna likes hugs more than everything in this world -except maybe from her pikachu backpack. She is very affectionate and likes cuddling and hugging. Though, that will only happen with people really close to her. Like her bestfriends or family, things like that. If you are not one of those and hug her, you'll simply get punched. She feels like you are entering her bubble when you do that. And only people close to her are aloud to do that.[/size][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
gabriel nolan ryder hart, 44, dentist.
it's cause you were dropped as a child; peyton emilianna caroleen hart, 14, freshman at high school.
benjamin noah liam hart, 17, senior at high school.
johanna maddison summer hart, 21, bar tender.
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; helena bernadette julianne roberts (born turner), 80, retired.
gavin jean sebastian roberts, 82, retired.
emily marie amélie hart (born kingston), 76, retired.
daniel christian robert hart, died at 73.
you know the different kind of uncle; xx [no really close ones]
and the one that looks like a rat; france rosa alina roberts, 19, lives with them (really close to juliette alexis zoanna), future journalist.
pretty freakin sure we're not related; xx
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; bubbles and caramel, their dogs.
it's like hell but only faster;
It was the eighteenth of august, a beautiful sunny day, that Zoanna Juliette Alexis Hart was born. In their house on the coast, the Hart family was celebrating the newborn child by all gathering around the mother who was holding the small thing in her thin, fragile arms. The poor thing was crying very loudly, but every person standing around the mother and the child were cheering happily. Everyone except the young girl the Hart already had, Johanna Maddison Summer, older sister of the baby, and the two others who were to come. Johanna had her small hands pressed against her ears and her eyes tightly closed, trying to ignore the horrible sound the baby made by crying so loudly.
This child grew into the perfect environment, with two loving, caring parents, an older sister to protect her, until her younger brother came. Since then, she had been the favorite of her parents -which, by the way, totally frustrated Johanna. But when Benjamin Noah Liam Hart was born, she was instantly rejected. By that time, Johanna had entered pre-elementary school, so their parents were watching every movement she made. And they were also watching Benjamin because he had health problems and was the younger one. But then, Zoanna was totally left alone. It was obvious that she wasn't the favorite anymore and that simple thing put her through the most difficult experiences, though she was only two years old.
But then, three years later, when she entered elementary school, their parents got yet another child, Peyton Emilianna Caroleen Hart, their third daughter. Somehow, the Hart parents didn't care as much about her as they had cared about Zoanna or Benjamin. They still cared a lot about Benjamin's health problems and Johanna's problems at school with other students. Each day, after school, and on the weekends, it was Zoanna who really took care about her younger sister, Peyton. Even though she was only five years old, she had grown really mature and took care of the newborn baby just as a mother would've. Of course, she received a bit of help from her grand-mother who almost came every single day. Over the years, Peyton and Zoanna grew closer to one another.
Zoanna finally entered middle school with the greatest notes of her class in elementary school. But her parents didn't seem to notice it. The year she entered middle school, on the day of christmas, her aunt Katherine, her uncle Jonathan and their older daughter Sienna were killed in a car accident after leaving the Hart's house after the usual christmas party. To that car accident, only one person survived; Zoanna's cousin, France Rosa Alina Roberts. Since the Hart's were the only ones in the family who could afford to raise another child, they took her with them. France eventually grew as Zoanna's best friend since they were the exact same age, with maybe a month of difference. They enetered high school together, did everything together until it was time to enter university.
Instead of going to the university with her cousin and learning a real job -as her parents would've said-, she was hired by a group to be their photographer. She had always been passionated by photography since she had entered middle school and took pictures of everything she saw. Though she felt guilty for leaving her younger sister alone with their brother and their parents, she couldn't refuse an offer like that. So she accepted. She left her parents' house, just as her older sister a year ago, and came on this tour, with Maybe Memories.
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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; xx.
you must be smelling your own crotch;
`alexis clover roberts
nervous hands and a n x i o u s smiles
i can feel you b r e a t h i n g
this is r i g h t where we belong
turn up the m u s i c
nervous hands and a n x i o u s smiles
i can feel you b r e a t h i n g
this is r i g h t where we belong
turn up the m u s i c
soon enough, as she brought the beer up to her lips again, nothing came out of the bottle. she didn't really realize how fast she drank. maybe she had been too concentrated watching as other people still entered the club. gah. soon enough, there wouldn't be anymore place to make a single move. this meant she needed to get up, and now, if she wanted to have the chance to get more beer. she had always been a lazy ass; waking up very late, not caring to do her homework until the class began. and then, she complained she didn't have time to live her life. she knew people who really didn't have a life. and those people were always studying. maybe it was the fact that she saw what it did and didn't want to become like this. she simply loved her own little self too much; without being selfish, though.
she finally stood up, letting the bottle of beer behind her. a smile appeared on her lips as she thought of the person who would certainly take it, thinking somebody had forgot it, and drink what was left. though, they wouldn't taste anything.yeah, very little things used to amuse her. she made her way through the crowd, pushing people aside with her elbows. when she arrived at the height of the girl who had pushed her away from the guy she had been dancing with, she pushed her right in the middle of her back, right where it really hurt. she continued to advance with difficulty until she finally reached the bar. she replaced her brown curls and walked up right to a bench, sitting on it without an hesitation.
first, she didn't see the guy. but then, when she started searching the barman, she saw him. she smiled lightly. but when she saw he was apparently searching for something, she didn't say one single word. she hated it when people interrupted her when she was searching for something, so she wouldn't interrupt him. one of the only lessons she had learned from her parents and hadn't pushed away from her memory. it made sense to her. the barman gave the guy a glass of water, well, what looked like water. she knew that, many types of alcohol did look like water. maybe she was mistaking and it wasn't water, but some drink she had never heard of. she, again, asked for a beer and sipped it when the barman finally handed it to her. she turned around and laid her back against the counter, looking at the crowd.
alexis looked up at the guy, finally deciding if she should say something or not. hello. she said simply as she turned once again to stare at the the crowd dancing.
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guess what?
and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
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[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
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
