Post by scarlette on Oct 9, 2011 12:00:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE BEAU KATE STRAUCH EDITION  SIXTEEN , ELEVENTH , CHEERLEADER , HOLLAND RODEN "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." Scrumptious? What are you, last fall? I swear, NOBODY in this school knows about in-style slang. And do I even look like a Pat to you? It's Beau Kate Strauch, no nicknames you can come up with for Beau. Unless you want to call me Beautiful. "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" Born and raised here, baby. All of my relatives went to Kimball High School. All had money running in their veins. I'm just carrying on the family tradition. "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" People say I'm two-faced |
"I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?"
I'm a cheerleader, as you've probably heard. One of my father's many companies involves clothing, so we get most of our oufits for cheer from there. I love shopping, and I mean LOVE shopping. I literally shop for anything new. That's brings me to another subject. I don't like anything less than the best, so I stick with my own clique most of the time. I just can't stand the losers, you know? It's like .. they look as though they're having the best time in high school. But how can they when fame and fortune isn't involved? I like flipping my hair and do it almost constantly. Pink is a must in my every day attire. I absolutely adore my Chow Chow, Bean, and my cat Precious. They're the loves of my life. I like my boyfriend, no correction, I tolerate my boyfriend. Sometimes it's just like, I don't want to date him. But I have to date him to stay in the circle. Of course, my repuation could thrive without him- he just adds the icing on the cake. This .. is kept confidential, right? .
"YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?"
Biggest secret? Oh please, a girl like me can't keep anything private. Her father is considering sending her off to her lower-middle class mother, whom Beau wants in the ground. So this little tid bit can be considered both a huge secret, because nobody knows her mother isn't bringing in the big bucks, and a fear because Beau's world revolves around money..
"DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO."
Get me drunk enough and I suppose I could hit home with a girl. But I mean, I'd have to be crazy under the influence because shit like that doesn't just happen for no reason with me. I like muscular guys, but I'd rather them not be short any tools from the toolbox. So they should be intelligent, while sporty, and known around the school. So all of these are qualities only the populars should have. Like I said, I mainly stay in my own clique when it comes to dating unless I've lost a bet or something.
"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?"
.. I didn't mention anything about pop or hiphop, you old coot. I listen mostly to classical music, because it's soothing and more than relaxing. I play piano, and do ballet. So I usually listen to just .. instrumental. Although I'll admit I'm a huge Katy Perry fan. So, here we go- in order from favorite to okay; Firework, Bad Romance, Somebody to Love, One Less Lonely Girl. Justin Bieber, he's a cutie-pie.
"LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?"
My father believes I'm going to become a well known model, but I really think I have a chance at ballet. I hate cheering more than anything, but it just ups my chances at being known in the future. Maybe a ballet dancer, or a musician- because my father says I have a nice voice. Perhaps a publisher for New York Times. I don't like to limit my choices, you know?
"IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?"
mother, father, siblings, pets, other. please describe their relationship with them as well.
"OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?"
I was born into high society, taught to turn my back away from the needy. My mother was a painter, not a famous painter, but a local painter. My father was a businessman- usually out on the job somewhere. I never really saw him, but it was okay because he'd always send me things that I really wanted. So money played a big role in my life from that point on. Then, stupid shit happened for some reason or another and my mother and father split up. In a way, I suppose I miss her but as I had learned, I shunned her. Her presence meant nothing to me anymore. Instead, I became Daddy's girl. I adore my step-mother, mostly because she's just like an exact copy of me. She understands what I go through every day, and I can talk to her about anything. As for being popular, I always fit in. My repuation sky-rocketed when I joined cheer, though. But yeah, I was born into that clique just because of family connections and everything.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE
Feet tucked into the sand as she sat crossed-legged in it; the position as close as she would get to the sand- afriad to wreck her outfit. She giggled silently to herself, remembering the trouble she'd gone through to find the rather simple-looking blouse and jeans. But that was just how Veronica was, would always be, she assumed. When her mind was made up there was no denying her, she would continue until the deed was done. And such was why she'd been late this morning, tearing up her dormroom just to find the outfit she'd had planned out the day before. The sun shimmered on her already golden hair, no matter how sloppy she made her ponytail it still came out looking as though a stylist had done it. And she'd gotten glances from schoolmates, disgusted looks on the girls' faces. But she'd dismissed them with a shrug, it wasn't her fault everything she touched turned to gold.
Her spine was stretched vertically, the new acoustic laying in the sand at her side- a smile appearing on the female's face every time she looked at the wooden beauty. With the creation in her hand, she imagined herself playing the beautiful music it could make. There was no doubting the fact that she wouldn't ever be world-wide, but it cheered her to believe she could atleast be a well-known artist in the town. Her brows came together for a moment as she looked to the sunset. She just.. needed to learn how to play the blasted thing, first. And it wasn't that she didn't apply the knowledge. In fact, a friend of hers had mentioned a tutor that could help her, but of course the fact that they pointed out he was rather good-looking gave her more motivation.
Gosh, though. She understood the whole 'fashionably' late statement, but honestly? Sundown and he wasn't here yet. The view was nice, but definately not worth spending a whole Tuesday night staring at. Lyrics from Marooon 5's 'She will be loved' poured from her bare lips quietly, hitting every note with grace. She strummed on the guitar with much effort, but gave up after no success. Instead she tapped the beat of the song on it, her conscious wandering away from reality as she let herself go.
SCARLETTE, FOUR YEARS OR SO, SITE ADVERTISEMENT, ADMIN EDIT
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