Post by Leigh Sainte - Julienne on Apr 7, 2009 19:39:59 GMT -5
`will you feel anything at all
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is Leigh the first to die?[/b]
"I can't believe the council thinks they can dictate what numbers we do! Can they stifle our artistic expression like that?"
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, age .Ageless
, rp experience .Three years or so
, how you found us .Maura/Sakura told me. *points* it was all her.
, contacts .I'll give you my email if you really believe.[/size][/ul]
`in a town where the ties are only blood
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames . Mouse, Saint J
, age .22
, date of birth .February 9
, category (wanderer or discovery) .discovery
, canon if you're not on the canon list, ignore.N/A
, face claim .Becky Lou Filip[/size][/ul]
`and he told me that i'd done all right
[/b][/size][/center], weight .94lbs
, tattoos&piercings .Piercings- Ears. Tattoos- A dalek on her lower back, and a time lord logo just under her ribcage. Because it's normal.
, distinguishing features .Chronically cute :]
, physical flaws .Incredibly short, pale as hell, huge lack of curves
, personal style .Indie
, general description
Leigh is quite small in both height and proportions, hence the stupid nickname, with the exception of her eyes. Her huge blue headlights take up a lot of room on that face, but it's not exactly a flaw. She, of course, is perfectly fine with it, being quite confident as she is. Leigh is somewhat underweight, but not unhealthy. Scrawny, maybe. She has unusually large feet for her size, something that runs in the family.
Leigh actually does have to do some work to keep herself looking good. For one, she isn't proud of her lack of curves, so she wears clothing that could trick one into thinking she's got more tits than your average twelve-year-old. Leigh's been trying since she was fifteen to grow boobs, and maybe just a little speed bump out back, but to no avail- a high metabolism and huge interest in sports made absolutely sure she wouldn't end up looking like an adult.
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`ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
[/b][/size][/center], her hometown, Doctor who and science fiction, Edward Gorey dislikes .Anime people (white people who learn random japanese phrases and give themselves japanese names), Modern horror movies, interpretive dance, dry skin, spongebob, people who are against Newfoundland Sealing, really obvious dirty jokes, airplane treatment, being impatient, the smell of glue, baked beans, Birkenstocks, wicker, embroidery, forks, fantasy stories, slugs
, strengths .Optimist, likes much more than she dislikes, warm person, emotionally sensitive, bouncy, opinionated, good cook, artistic, active
, weaknesses . Obsessive, fiercely proud of her roots, a bit judgemental, sometimes patronizing, a bit too truthful.
, goals . To one day have her long-dormant estrogen kick in, have the perfect boyfriend, to go to a rennaissance fair.
, fears .Airplanes, incredibly scared of dogs, cows, geese, nuclear war, heartbreak
, secrets . Picked nose until she was fourteen, didn't tell her parents she was bisexual, is convinced that Doctor who is actually real.
, personality .To sum Leigh up in one sentence, she is borderline excruciatingly pleasant. But she can't help it, it was how she was raised. She gets obsessive about things she likes, especially bears and Doctor Who, and passionately hates the things she does dislike, which explains the general lack in that area. Leigh loves praise, and knows her talents but doesn't flaint them. Again, that was how she was raised. As you may have seen, she was raised to be a proper sweetheart.
With a dark side. Leigh has a thing for one night stands and shameless flirting, but sex is like band-aids for her feelings. Leigh only really has sex when she's in the doldrums. The one time she got pregnant, she hurried to get an abortion before it was too late. Leigh was sixteen and therefore underage. The guy was close to thirty. The guy was her substitute english teacher. The guy wasn't the one that seduced Leigh. The dark side of Leigh is a bit unpredictable, and argues about the tiniest things.
The good thing is most of the time Leigh is really happy.[/size][/ul]
`you are my sweetest downfall
[/b][/size][/center], residence before death .6 Cherry Crescent
, cause of death .Hit by one of two of Springdale's taxis whilst taking her ferrets for a walk. Please don't laugh.
, father .Konrad Saint Julienne, English teacher
, mother .Terry Saint Julienne, Seamstress
, sibling(s) .N/A
, pet(s) .Rosie and Dale, her two ferrets
, other family .Aunt Mary, Aunt June, Uncle Brian, Uncle Willy, Uncle Pete, Cousins Christina, Gregory, Jagger.
, history
Leigh, blessed with a brilliant family. Leigh's family, blessed with a brilliant baby. To baby mouse, who was small even then, crying was overrated, and so were one-word sentences. It seemed, when Leigh was little, that she wanted everyone to know her name. Since the age of three, SHE would order that hamburger with a cute smile and a monologue that was all hers. ('I, Leigh Maria Saint Julienne, would like some onion rings!') This probably had something to do with her father Konrad being an English teacher, or Leigh's ambition to impress, and wow the audience.
And did she ever. She introduced herself as 'Hello, my name is Leigh Maria Saint Julienne, and I am FOUR years old!' and became a star in her preschool groups, displaying an excellent attention span and skills in reading as well. She was an adults dream with her manners, dresses courtesy of mum and cute mary-janes. They all thought she'd grow older to be that over-achiever kid with the perfect grades that was in all the clubs- Mathletes, Jazz club, Language club, and cooking club.
Well, there were a few. The ones she had joined she excelled in. Cooking, Drama, Language, Club party 203. Club party 203 was a selective group of activists that made up the most outgoing students in a grade seven homeroom. Miss Hamilton, the best homeroom teacher on the planet. Young, fresh out of college, and prone to laugh attacks at stupid jokes. Still Leigh couldn't say she was entirely popular, the punk of a girl preferring to stay with only close friends, people she loved. Not that she was afraid of meeting new people, she was just terrified of having her heart broken by her friends, and boyfriends or girlfriends. Love was a serious business, and it didn't come to Leigh without wobbling. Her first girlfriend, Katie Spinelli, didn't want to deal with Leigh's not-instant devotion, and immediately found someone else. A fear of heartbreak can break your heart.
Leigh always looked forward to summers, where's she'd go to Uncle Pete's museum, go codfishing with Brian and his trusty dog Missy, learn the secrets of the kitchen with Uncle willy and of course larking about the town- or lack thereof- with her comrades, her cousing and of course Edsel. Named after the car. Edsel, although much older, and his big sister Maria, the Maria whose middle name she inherited, were always part of Leigh's group. As you could see, family meant more to Leigh than ANYTHING else. Ironic that Edsel (named after the car) would become the one taxi driver out of two that would kill her.
But after she graduated highschool, that was when Leigh's life started for real. She didn't leave Springdale, rather took a university course from home in Graphic design, got her own cheap crappy house and a job at the Foodland, and two ferrets as well. Rosie, the lighter brown one, and dale, the darker brown one. Leigh was OBSESSED with those ferrets. While walking them, Edsel just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Leigh's room in the hospital was packed. Everyone had heard about little Mouse Saint Julienne, and they all came to St Johns general hospital. The only one who was angry at Edsel was his sister Maria, but that was because he had pulled a stupid joke. Their lightheartedness wasn't that they weren't expecting Leigh to die, it was more because she was fine with dying so they were, too. Leigh went in the middle of a sentence.
'And they all lived-'
And they all lived.
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` i loved you first
[/b][/size][/center], member title .Discovery
, certificate of authenticity . ADMIN EDIT
, rp sample .
Concerning a crazy girl who thinks her violin music scares away demons. The second part of a sampler written for someone else
No real dad, no real mum, although it makes me smile to remember their faces. Fallen to their knees before me, screaming bloody murder- which it was. They had to be dispatched. I have no chance of being saved. Instead, I'll save my cute little white pills, see if the overdose kills me. I wish it will. Faster, faster, one little capsule to count each day I'm here. Ten, eleven, twelve, I wonder how many it takes. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, counting down the days unitl my death. Will it work, or will I just become ill? There's only one way to find out. Today I'll add my sixteenth little white pill to the bottle stashed in my violin case, a cool dark place. I think I'll stop at nineteen, for that's one pill for each year of my life. a nice, metaphorical way to die. And I've always loved making a scene. I can't say I'm not afraid to die, the idea of absolutely nothing, blackness, but still somehow being there, it gives me chills.
But it's already cold. I've got nothing to live for, no future ever since entering Waverly Hills, so I believe I may die at the right time. Assurance that I do, in fact, have no reason to live, except for my notebook. I have no chance of falling in love, I mean look at me, I just drive people away. There's no chance of me getting out of here to pursue a career in music, my violins will likely just grow old and dusty long after I'm gone. Maybe they'll be sold, and someone else will learn the ages-old skill of classical violin. I'd really hate to see my electric go, because it's a bit difficult to get used to, you have to set the distortion just right to get a good sound. I hope the buyer of my electric figures it out. I can imagine it now, well, I would like them to be sold to an elderly man who knows how to treat a violin, the ones I own aren't for beginners at all. Maybe my acoustic will make its way to the top, where I never got to take it. Maybe my dreams will come true after I'm dead. This is just one more reason to take those pills. Three days, three days, I'll be patient. I have to be patient. A patient patient.
The death tunnel, such a dramatic name for such a horrific purpose. I'll be rolled down that tunnel in a wheelbarrow in three days. Three is a nice, round number, I'm glad I'm writing this now. Out here, at the death tunnel with only the rats and the music in my head to keep me company, late at night I sit, conjuring up images of insanity to keep the demons at bay. Alone, my violin case reassuringly resting in my lap, the bottle of white pills which I know is in there waiting for me. Three days, I can wait. I would play, but I'm terrified someone will come. I love to perform, but a violin is an expensive thing and nobody here can be trusted. Nobody will know my secrets, they can use them against me. No, they will use them against me. Better to keep to yourself, Battlecry, you don't know what these... people could be playing at. They don't know what you're playing at. Ignorance is bliss.
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Just to let you know, Maura made this template, not you. If you just happen to steal it, and be warned, that she will come to your house and devour your intestines.
The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
[/size]The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
