Post by • kaitlyn marie ! on Jun 10, 2009 14:11:00 GMT -5
AND KAITLYN, BABY
I CAN'T GET YOU
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SO LETS FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY
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NICKNAMES kaitie, kaite
BIRTHDAY august eleventh nineteen eighty four; twenty five
GENDER male/female
SEXUALITY heterosexual
FACE CLAIM jessica alba
MEMBER GROUP citizen
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AND YOU'LL CATCH CATCH ME BABY
[/color][/font][/center]- Parties
- Exotic drinks
- Amusement parks
- Old movies
- Nighttime
- Laughter
- Love
- Perfection
DISLIKES
- Chocolate
- Carbs
- Family
- Absolute commitment
- Nightmares
- Early mornings
- Hangovers
- College
PERSONALITY Mature, serious, manipulative, playful, and resolute.
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SO LETS HANG OUT IN THE CLOUDS
[/color][/font][/center]OCCUPATION model
FAMILY
- Mother :: Victoria K. Marie , 50 , Large estate owner
- Father :: Marcus P. Marie , 55 , Large corporation owner
- Brother :: Nathaniel J. Marie , 29 , Accountant
- Sister :: Natalia M. Marie , 29 , Small-town actress
- Brother :: Ryan H. Marie , 28 , Movie director
- Sister :: Jasmine Y. Marie , 23 , Unemployed
HISTORY
From being born to the age of three, Kaitlyn had always been ignored by her parents. They had three lovely children ahead of her and, when she had turned three, there was another on the way. Often nights, her cries would pierce the air and her parents would just close the door and turn off the monitor. However, the twins and Ryan had Mom and Dad wrapped around their little fingers. Honestly, Kaitie knew that her father had always wanted five boys rather than two with three girls. And, not the mention, she was the one who had to deal with being the most hated girl by being the girliest out of them all. Sure, her oldest sister was aspiring to be an actress, but not a big time one. She wanted fame and fortune, not good looks and feminine qualities. Jasmine, Kaitlyn's little sister, was a drop-out student and just lived with her parents day after day, not doing her thing. It was safe to say that she was Daddy's favorite girl because she had the least curves and wants to be a real woman. But home life was what made Kaitlyn leave once she was eighteen, right to this place. Modelling wasn't an easy job that she was offered, but she thought she was pretty enough and took it without thinking. Money was needed in order to survive and the company seemed good enough. Except, that she took the job to spite her father... And those brothers and sisters that she has? They all despise her for fighting against Mom and Dad, because they were all one big happy family. She was the Ugly Duckly, the Black Sheep of the family.. just for being feminine.
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I'LL MAKE HER SEE THAT SHE'S MINE
[/color][/font][/center]AGE fifteen
EXPERIENCE five and a half years
TIME ZONE eastern
CONTACT pm it
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i'm brushin' up on lookin' down;
I'M WORKIN' ON MY ROAR!
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The day was a bit breezy but the sun was shining and the clouds were puffy. Even though it was a bit of citylife outside, the birds still chirped and traffic sounds rode down the sidewalks. All of the sounds would just sweep into your eardrums and make you familiar with the driving cars, chatty people, and even the occasional barking dog. Today was a rather busy day, everyone bustling about the streets of Downtown.. getting to where they needed to go in the shortest time possible. And that brings the subject of time up. Everyone has a lifetime to live, but when they live the same life every day, then who's to say that they really lived by the time the become deceased? People would rather be prompt and successful over having fun and letting go. Which is why the K & S Law Firm was exquistely busy with bunches of people entering and exiting the building in a furious-like manner. On this particular day, however, the co-owners were both unavailable to the son of Mufasa because of being knee-deep in a very large amount of work. Therefore, they had told him to just hang around the building and to not stir up any trouble. They knew that he could be a bit irresponsible at times but they were trying to trust him enough. Simba had indeed set up an appointment with his father or his uncle, but he had to be patient. Patient enough to wait quietly until they had completed all of their to-do lists. But, Simba knew that those tasks could take multiple hours which made him grow anxious as he waited.
So, at the moment, he stood in the lobby-area of the law firm. His hands were shoved deeply into his blue faded jeans as he tapped his black and white sneakered foot with impatience. After a moment, he stretched, his black shirt tightening around him for only a second before he crossed his arms in front of his chest. It had been nearly a half an hour and he was already annoyed about the tedious wait. Simba began to walk toward one of the elevators, deciding that he wasn't just going to stand there for forever more. Stepping into the small, enclosed area while the doors closed behind him, he left the sounds of ringing telephones and more people chattering away behind. He pressed the button for the thirty fifth floor. As he studied the maroon, designer carpet and the buttercream colored wallpaper in the elevator in the bright, eye-aching light, he let his thoughts wander. A sudden yet annoying 'ding' sound came from above the elevator door as Simba arrived to the thirty fifth floor. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, he blinked furiously, attempting to have his adjust to the sudden darkness quickly. Following along the dark teal carpet and blank, white walls, he eventually found a door. It was a simple door that looked like any other and it was one that a lot knew about.. also, it was where the staff usually hung out on breaks or to take a nap instead of heading home. At the moment, however, he found it empty. Smiling at this, he let himself in a filled his favorite mug with the coffee that was already brewed in the pot.
Yes, he didn't work here, so what gave him the right to take the staff's coffee when he could just go out and pay for his own? Well, the fact that his father worked here and not one person could give him crap about being in the building. If they had a problem with him being in the staff room, then he could easily point them into the direction of Mufasa's office. And as he thought about his father a bit, he sat down onto one of the nice, cream-toned couches that was located in the middle of the room. Adjusting into the couch, he made himself comfortable as he gazed at the cheap picture on the wall. It was the classic 'Fruit of the Loom' piece of art that almost everyone knew. It was the bowl of fruits, painted of course, that people always swore was art. Of course, Simba's view of art was something completely different than what everyone else thought. But he often kept his opinions about art and such things to himself.. those things being a bit too intellectual for him to speak about in public. You could say that he put up a front around other people, because he did. He would laugh and act goofy around other people, but when alone, he had a lick of intelligence about him. Granted, he was an intelligent man that had potential, but when he didn't feel like applying himself, he refused. Not many people were actually fond of his carefree personality, but that was always the side that they knew. He didn't really care what others thought, but he did wonder sometimes what it would be like if he acted smart around everyone instead of his reckless self.
Pondering over this piece in his mind, he sipped his coffee as his fingers began to drum lightly on his left, upper thigh. While his muddy brown, dark topaz-like eyes surveyed the light walls of the somewhat small room, his mind continued to buzz. Mufasa, Sarabi, Drako, Nala, and even Kade and Timone didn't know about his more.. responsible side. Simba didn't even know it that well, either, but he did know that he wasn't the same as he was around them. When alone, like now, his mind was always on things that were far too wise for him to comprehend. Okay, so he was twenty four years old.. that's hardly old enough to be considered wise enough to poner things such as your intelligence level around other people. Besides, he would often act crazy and childish.. so why was he simply calm and alright in the head when he was enclosed in his room, his mind wandering the abyss that was located in the back of his mind. It was almost like he had two completely opposite personalities inverted into him but they were only triggered by who he was around. This suddenly made his face go a bit paler.. almost as if he had been frightened by the fact that the possibility of have multiple personalities was not, infact, impossible. But then he let out a small bark of laughter, knowing that he was just being too silly just by dwelling on these absolutely ridiculous thoughts and theories that meant positively nothing. Worthless scraps of thought that did not deserve a second surface thought for until years to come.
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STATUS; complete!
MUSE; okayish ^^
WORDS; one thousand, one hundred, eighteen.
LYRICS; i just can't wait to be king ; written by tim rice
CREDIT; cassie (:
