Post by lexxie on Dec 23, 2007 16:56:12 GMT -5
About You:
[/font]your real name: Ashley
age: 19
birthday: July 19
expierience: 2 months
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name: Lexxie
age: 18
grade: Senior
family: none
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((off of another site i go on))
mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
Her eye were dark in all their hazel glory. Strength, empowerment, victory, they were all words emblazoned across her reputation as Slytherin's only true daughter... She was everything most people would wish to be, she was beautiful and successful and strong. She had this somethign about her presence that said she could manipulate others without having to move a muscle. It was all in her character, Dakota Rosalie Myriad. She was the one others strived to become but never quite managed to reach. This was as she was, the Kota they saw.
She wore a pair of jeans with cargo pockets. Her striped black and gray shirt was simple, three-quarter length sleeves and a crew neck. Her black ballet flat were simple but told all those around her that wished not to go trampsing through the snow that day unless it was for something important. She also wore a scarf, black with a light fringe. Her makeup was done, as it usually was, in dark black eye liner and mascara over a light gray eye shadow. Her lips were curved down in the smallest of frowns, the one that expressed slight pain, mild dismay, hardships coming to a cruel realization, a bit like watching that train crash you never wanted to see.
The room had turned into the place she felt it needed to be. The mirrors covered each wall of the circular room. The domed ceiling showed stars glimmering in the dark skies above. The transparency was simplistic and beautiful. Music played from corner that Kota wasn't sure existed. It was classical, mised with a variety of different sounds expressing her deepest thoughts. The marble floors sounded distant as she walked across them.
Her thoughts squandered over everythign from what a horrible person she was to how much she was hurtign papa by being who she was. She had everything and nothing at the exact same time. She was ashamed of herself, being who she was. She also refused to open up. How on earth could anyone understand her, they simply wouldn't. Kota would rather have been written off as awful than open up and say why she was the way she was.
She reached into the thick of her jeans pocket and pulled a a tube of lip stick, bright red. It was that daring shade of red that only a woman as confident as her could wear just any old day. She snapped off the lid and dropped it to the marble floors with a light click. She spun the tube up to reveal the stick of red. Her eyes glimmered harshly and her lips curled into a taunting, ponderous yet, mean smile. She stepped forward, til she came to the nearest mirror. Upon the shiny surface, she wrote, in her dainty cursive hand:
I'm a horrible person!
Next to her text, she drew a swirling heart. She took the lip stick to a clean spot just down a bit and had it again:
I've hurt them all so much and I know they'd never forgive me. I wouldn't forgive myself either...
Was her next bit. No oen would believe this was the helpless, vulnerable Dakota that they'd never met before... No, she was supposed to be heartless, icy, cruel. Kota only felt horrible for everything. Who she was, who she'd been, who she'd become. It was so set in stone and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.