Post by dakota on Aug 23, 2009 18:21:15 GMT -5
dakota kimberly ainsworth.
s e v e n t e e n. f e m a l e. p a r t i e r. u p p e r c l a s s.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!
dakota kimberly ainsworth, now seventeen, was born on august fourth, nineteen ninety-two in milwaukee, wisconsin, coincidentally where she still lives today. her parents, augusta victoria and carlton james, were pretty much filthy rich, and were what you could call the high class of wisconsin’s biggest city. they were living the good life, and that was passed on to dakota after she was born. from the moment she was born onward, she was cooed over by her parents and pretty much all of the city. having famous parents has its perks, that much is for sure. as time continued and dakota started school, she wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the tanning bed when it came to work, but she had her own private tutors and had plenty of classmates who were willing to give her answers. it was in this way that she continued through her schooling without a single problem or a care in the world.
when she started middle school dakota started hanging out with the wrong sort of people and started getting into bad stuff like drugs and alcohol, not stopping at anything. she was always a party girl at heart and didn’t want to look bad. so naturally, the first time someone offered her a drink of vodka or a joint, there was no way she would say no. dakota is and was fearless, and that’s not changing, or at least that isn’t in her plans. high school started out as no different. well, even where she is now, as a junior, it’s no different. she’s out at clubs every other night, the rest of the nights spent at friends’ houses. schoolwork is confined strictly to at school, or during boring weekends when she’s forced into it. still with tutors, of course. dakota probably hasn’t had an honest day of work in her life, including schoolwork.
of course, with such a complex individual as dakota, there just has to be a list of things she likes and loves. those include: drinking, drugs, sex, boys, hard candy, root beer, crayons, rainbow colors, bright clothes, skimpy clothes, tutors, hot tutors, cheating, seduction, being rich, computers, money, talking, texting, and flirting. as for what she doesn’t like: rejection, closed clubs, homework, getting up early, bad reception, omegle, wifi, bland food, boring clothes, school, small towns, bankruptcy (though that’s never been a problem), art, classical music, rap, rain, and snow. she’s turned on by things like: hotness, no shirts, expensive cologne, playing hard to get, and hardcore partiers. she can’t stand in a man: obesity, over-willingness, desperateness, and bad breath. she dreams of living off of her parents’ money for the rest of her life, but that doesn’t mean she’s sticking around them forever. no, once she finishes school she’s heading off to uw milwaukee, no matter how much persuasion on her parents’ part it takes. after that dakota doesn’t really know what she wants to be or do, but she figures that she has plenty of time to figure it out. as for goals, well, she wants to stay the way she is and have the most fun possible in life. she doesn’t like to set very high standards for herself so she doesn’t get disappointed if she doesn’t make them, as she likes to say.
you want to know more about what this beauty looks like, don’t you?! of course. well, dakota is fairly short, reaching to a total height of about 5’6”. okay, so she’s not really that short, but with a mom at almost six feet she considers herself short. just give her time, though. she’s skinny but in a healthy way, weighing in at about 120 lbs. approximately. she has dark brown eyes that really aren’t all that spectacular until she puts them to work with flirting and clubbing. her hair is light brown and either curly or straight, depending on, really, how she feels like having it on each particular day. her clothes are, well, often quite revealing as this girl does like her men. and what better way to attract them than by dressing like she loves them? exactly. she’s into trends and styles and will try anything. yes, dakota ainsworth is quite the character, but a fun one at that.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be beth, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be brittany flickinger. i've been doing this for three years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
--Haylie stared into the mirror, irritated with her reflection. Wouldn’t it just have all been so much nicer if you could be pregnant without getting so fat?! Wait, no. Thomas had told her not to use that word. She wasn’t fat, he said. There was a baby in there, their baby. That part there just made Haylie smile. If only everything else was that simple to understand. She didn’t like her body right now, that much was for sure. But to be honest, she really did need to stop calling herself fat. It wasn’t a good habit to get into. Before she knew it, she would have already had the baby and would still go around saying “i’m fat” all the time. And that wasn’t something she wanted to do. Thomas would most definitely not appreciate that too much. With a sigh, she looked back into the mirror. She really had to finish getting ready. Here she sat by her mirror with her dress on (one that she wasn’t very happy with, but she could deal with it), a mask laying on the table, with her hair flat against her shoulders. She really had to do something with it, but she had no idea. Sighing, Haylie let her head fall into her hands, and at that moment the baby kicked. She ran her hands over her belly for a minute, as if soothing the baby. After that she realized what would be the easiest thing to do, even if she wasn’t too excited about it.
Sighing, Haylie slowly stood up, which wasn’t the easiest thing for her to do in her current predicament. She slowly waddled over to the door, opening it and sticking her head out. Sure enough, there she was, sleeping on the couch. Taking a deep breath, she started to talk. Keghan? Keghan! she called, and after a bit the girl woke up. Wha-? Oh. She gave her a look that pretty much said plainly that Haylie wasn’t welcome here. Taking another breath, Haylie calmed her face before continuing. Keghan, I need you for a minute. Could…could you come help me? It was definitely hard for Haylie to ask for help like this, and especially from Keghan, who hated her, but there was nothing else she could do. After, well, not a little bit of grumbling, she walked over and entered Haylie and Thomas’s room. What do you want? Haylie sighed, looking at her. Obviously she wasn’t too pleased to see her, but oh well. Haylie was starting to get over it finally, I know this is a little awkward, but…d’you think you could do my hair? Keghan looked at her, well more like stared, her arms folded. But after a bit it seemed like she softened, and that was almost a smile that Haylie saw on her face. Sure. Haylie’s face melted in relief, and she grinned, making her way back over to her chair by the mirror and sitting down. Okay, you have free reign.
Keghan was pretty fast, so it didn’t take long before Haylie was pretty much ready to go. She carefully buckled the straps on her shoes, which wasn’t an easy feat with the belly she had (okay, so maybe Keghan helped just a little bit there too). Thanks so much, she said genuinely, smiling at Keghan again. She just waved her hand and walked out of the room. For as much as she hadn’t liked Keghan, at all, she had been pretty helpful. Haylie stood back up again with a groan, walking back to the mirror for one last look. For being, well, very pregnant, pretty close to her due date, she didn’t look half bad. Keghan had done a good job on her hair, she noted. If only her belly wasn’t… No! She wasn’t supposed to be thinking like that, remember, Haylie? She didn’t want to let her pregnancy stop herself from doing anything, and well, Haylie had always been pretty stubborn. That would explain why she had begged Thomas to let her go to the dance. She could only hope that nothing bad would happen, or that she would get tired easily. She didn’t want to turn in early for this night. A smile on her face, she snatched up her mask and went back to the door, holding it to her face before opening it, slowly walking out into the rest of the room, to where Thomas was. The mask couldn’t hide the smile on her face, that much was for sure.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.