Post by lissxlogical on Sept 27, 2009 19:01:36 GMT -5
lauryn emma wellington.
t w e n t y t w o. f e m a l e. c o m p l e x. u p p e r c l a s s.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!They say to tell a story is to start at the beginning, then go to the end, then stop. Alright, here goes:
Meet Lauryn. She was born on Halloween to Lawrence and Kelly Wellington, a lawyer and a model, respectively. They have one daughter, not more, live in a nice penthouse in Boston, and have the model family.
Right. Cut ahead some. Lawrence gets a bigger firm deal; he's been working for the first 15 years of Lauryn's life under some other rich old guy's name. Well, now he's buying his own firm under his own name. The problem? They're moving to Wisconsin to do it.
Continuing on the the middle of the story, Lauryn is living, grudgingly, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, in an upper class neighborhood. It doesn't take long to get acquainted, make some friends and enemies, date some mistakes, etc. She plays soccer and keeps decent grades, really excelling in art and English. She's pretty much decided on her major by now; she's going for communications and international business. Her father has a an anchor position lined up for her already. She's quite the established young lady by now.
Her life details? Hmmm...
Her family life is nonexistent. Dad is running the firm, Mom is flying in and out, usually only coming home for a night in order to maintain her modeling career, although it's going down the drain slowly.
Her love life is over-existent, if that's possible. We'll say that she doesn't always make the best choices. She's a romantic, and easily led. Not necessarily naive, but easily led.
Parties are a must. They're the weekend tradition, and she's no stranger to booze and partying, at all.
As far as being provided for, she is. She drives a nice vehicle, keeps enough money to buy what she wants on a whim, and dress in the names.
But under it all, there is another Lauryn, one striving to be different.
She wants to be independent, although she isn't quite sure what it entails. She wants to be able to express herself without worrying of the confines of society, although that's not likely to happen soon. She's artsy, though most don't know that. She's naturally a calm person, if one disregards the boozing. She doesn't want to be pushed around in a relationship, but she knows there are times when she just doesn't think.
She's a teenager, what's more?
As for the specifics...
She loves rainy days, cold weather, art, fireplaces, good music, thoughtful conversations, and laid-back settings.
She generally is found enjoying parties, booze, dancing, boys, shopping, gossip, etc.
She hates hard drugs, mayonnaise, reptiles, insects, country boys, and goody-two shoes girls.
Her 'style' will generally consist of the expensive, with lots of scarves and coats in the winter, and heels and blouses in the warmer months.
As is obvious by the photograph above, she's a blonde, a pretty one. She knows she's attractive, but she can sometimes feel easily trumped by other girls' looks. She's in between mid-height and tall, and is slender from playing soccer. Common makeup consists of navy or kohl eyeliner, a smoky eye, peach shiny lips, and a summer tan. Her typical hairstyle consists of beachy waves, solely because they're natural and the easiest thing to do.
And finally, her relationships can vary.
Yes, hookups are a possibility. Long term relationships are needed also, as well as a decent guy. Turn ons are the guys who dress nice, know what they want, are confident and especially smooth guys. Turn offs would be someone who is insecure, awkward, or just sloppy.
wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be liss, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be blake lively. i've been doing this for 5-6 years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
--Katherine recognized that she had momentarily cornered him, but she knew he'd find a way out. He would either have to back out of their little charade, or he would go with it. She knew him too well to back out, so she began preparing herself for what was to come. A renewed sense of slight danger sobered her, as she realized that if neither of them backed out.. how far would this lead? Would it just become a hilarious joke, or a mistake? Fortunately, the thoughts didn't linger long, as he'd already begun toward the door. She matched her pace with his, grinning the entire way, and formulating her own little plot.
As they ended up outside, and he fished out his keys, she gave a moment's thought to her own vehicle, but assumed it would be alright at Vershok's; most of these people had enough money to buy their own car without even a dent in their income. Erik quickly answered her question for her, as well. She was in a drunken state, at least in the game, and she shouldn't drive. Wasn't that the next punchline of the joke? If she refused a ride, she'd be backing out, and she most certainly wasn't going to lose this one.
The set of moves towards and into the car were nice minor plays, she'd give him that. His chivalrous nature first showed itself by opening the door for her, but really became evident when he kissed her hand. She could honestly say at that moment that it was a first. In a way, she wished it was real, so that it could have some meaning in it, but at the same time, she was happy that it was solely a game. This way, there were no strings attached, there was a motive for everything, and everything could be excused, right?
The ride to Erik's house was short, she knew. She used the time in silence to formulate what would happen and what she could do about it. If he allowed her to stay in the main areas, she could calm the situation down, but where was the fun in that? She knew that he'd plan for this; upstairs was their destination, she felt sure. She wasn't quite sure, however, how she'd deal with it, and resolved just as they arrived in the driveway that she'd just have to wing it.
The house was just as impressive as she remembered, minus the loud music and alcohol. It sort of gave an air of silence, and almost loneliness, but all large houses did. Her own home was the same way. Following him to the door and into the house, she was silent, allowing all dialogue to be his if he wished. It was his turn, after all. He confirmed her suspicions by leading her upstairs, and it was slightly amusing. She realized then that she'd never been upstairs in his house, and what a way to acquaint oneself with such firsts. She knew the next setting would be his bedroom, it was obvious. She followed once more, quietly.
"Sleep it off". How many times had she heard those words? She took has words as merely an excuse to have her up here; openly acknowledging the connotation would blow the game, it seemed. "Oh, I thank you so much for your.." She bit her lip in a flirtatious manner, which would normally had made her laugh out loud, "...hospitality. I've just a slight problem, however. You see," She stepped towards him, continuing until she'd sufficiently backed him up to a wall. Placing her hand on the wall behind him, mostly for effect, she leaned in, speaking to him directly and as close as one could be. "It seems you're quite the gentleman, but I don't think that you are. One can only be chivalrous for so long, my love," She connected with him once more, kissing him for the first time lightly and quickly, just enough to start something. Staring at him still, she mentally laugh. Ha. Beat that one, blondie.
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.