Post by `michelle sharon foxx ! on Jun 12, 2009 14:44:45 GMT -5
AND MICHELLE, BABY
I CAN'T GET YOU
OUT OF MY HEAD[/center]
SO LETS FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY
[/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAMES foxx, mickie.
BIRTHDAY march first, nineteen ninety one (eighteen).
GENDER female.
SEXUALITY heterosexual.
FACE CLAIM kim kardashian.
MEMBER GROUP senior highschool student.
[/ul][/size]
AND YOU'LL CATCH CATCH ME BABY
[/color][/font][/center]cars.
boys.
money.
athletics.
music.
hair/make up.
clothes/shoes.
swimming.
partying.
texting.
hanging out with friends.
shopping.
traveling.
drinking.
sex.
chocolate.
strawberries.
bright colors.
having fun.
winning.
being right.
DISLIKES
liars.
whiners.
users.
posers.
gossipers.
prissy girls.
losing.
being wrong.
school.
uptight people.
the color orange.
being bored.
being alone.
teachers.
her parents.
her siblings.
PERSONALITY michelle is a blunt, forceful, to the point kind of person. she is easily tempered and is very impatient. she is a real smart ass and has to have the last word in every conversation. she is very protective and kind to people who get close to her. she is very charismatic and makes friends easily. she will only show her bad side towards you if you disrespect her. respect is a very big aspect in her life.
[/ul][/size]
SO LETS HANG OUT IN THE CLOUDS
[/color][/font][/center]OCCUPATION senior highschool student.
FAMILY
mother, elise foxx.
father, lucas foxx.
twin brothers, jordan and joshua foxx.
HISTORY michelle was born in brooklyn, new york and is the youngest of the foxx family. michelle's family was very poor off and so they never got much. michelle went to school and flourished through everything although she did not try hard. michelle went through elementary and junior high school with great grades and great friends. michelle's school life was made her first life. michelle spent every minute she could at school, even by staying after school for extra help although she didn't need it. when highschool came around, michelle's life went way off track. michelle started hanging out with the wrong crowd. she started drinking, having sex and leaving her house and not coming back for two or three weeks. when grade eleven was close to coming to an end, michelle's boyfriend asked her to run away with him and she agreed. they did leave brooklyn, but michelle's boyfriend was killed by a hit and run and michelle had no idea where she was or how to get back to brooklyn. michelle found dodgersville, kansas and decided to stay there. she is know going through her twelvth grade year there and working at a small gas station and lives in a small one bedroom apartment.
[/ul][/size]
I'LL MAKE HER SEE THAT SHE'S MINE
[/color][/font][/center]AGE fifteen.
EXPERIENCE five years.
TIME ZONE mountain time.
CONTACT personal message.
[/ul][/size]
Ferrari Spade entered the bar in the underground club, a slight smirk on her face. She had a helmet under her arm, it was black and white with a darkly shaded visor that was pushed up. She looked around the bar, eyes darting from the left side of the bar to the right. After seeing she knew no one that was there, she began walking to wards the bar. Passing through masses of people like a lurking jungle cat, eyes forward. She got to the end of the crowd of people and beyond them was the bar table. She walked over there, gracefully with long strides from long legs, and sat down on one of the stools. She picked her helmet up from her side and placed it on the table, with a light thud when it hit the wood. "Get me a 'Sex On The Beach', bartender." The bartender, who wasn't paying attention to her, turned to look at Ferrari. She had a blank expression on her feet and got a little frustrated when the bartender continued to stare at her. Ferrari raised her eyebrows and tilted her head impatiently, "Go." The bartender then immediately turned to get Ferrari her drink. Ferrari then turned around on her stool and leaned her back against the table. She looked around at all the other people in the bar.
Today had been so exhausting and fulfilling. Driving around Orlando, she even got a cop chase. Shopping, flirting, and she made five hundred dollars in a race. Ferrari Spade had had a great day, though now, of course, the day was done and there was nothing left to do and she was bored. It didn't take much to get Ferrari Spade bored, she had to be going twenty four seven or she'd get irritable. Driving didn't bore Ferrari at all, she loved it. She should, she does it for a living. The road, the cars, the cops, it's all what makes racing, racing. Racing was her entire life, the only thing she let herself know now. Her cars were her only friends.
The bartender came back with Ferrari's drink. He tapped her on the shoulder and flinched slightly when she spun around. She flashed him a quick smile and took the drink from him. He smiled back and she dropped back to her expressionless look and turned back around, facing the entire bar again. She could here the bartender walk away. He was a wimpy little guy, not the kind of person that should be working down here with these hardcore people. Druggies, racers, fighters. The works. She was one of them, so what could she say about it. Orlando was one of the toughest cities to live in now a days. Everyone was all about status, money and power. Either you have it or you don't. Life rocks if you money in this city. If you don't on the other hand, life down right sucks.
Ferrari was an average person in Orlando, she had some money, enough money she thought, she had little power and a small status. She has only been around the underground for about two months and she hasn't done very much, but she will soon get discovered. With how cocky she is, she thinks she'll have it all in a matter of weeks. What she doesn't know is how hard it is to live in Orlando, especially if you are with the underground.
Today had been so exhausting and fulfilling. Driving around Orlando, she even got a cop chase. Shopping, flirting, and she made five hundred dollars in a race. Ferrari Spade had had a great day, though now, of course, the day was done and there was nothing left to do and she was bored. It didn't take much to get Ferrari Spade bored, she had to be going twenty four seven or she'd get irritable. Driving didn't bore Ferrari at all, she loved it. She should, she does it for a living. The road, the cars, the cops, it's all what makes racing, racing. Racing was her entire life, the only thing she let herself know now. Her cars were her only friends.
The bartender came back with Ferrari's drink. He tapped her on the shoulder and flinched slightly when she spun around. She flashed him a quick smile and took the drink from him. He smiled back and she dropped back to her expressionless look and turned back around, facing the entire bar again. She could here the bartender walk away. He was a wimpy little guy, not the kind of person that should be working down here with these hardcore people. Druggies, racers, fighters. The works. She was one of them, so what could she say about it. Orlando was one of the toughest cities to live in now a days. Everyone was all about status, money and power. Either you have it or you don't. Life rocks if you money in this city. If you don't on the other hand, life down right sucks.
Ferrari was an average person in Orlando, she had some money, enough money she thought, she had little power and a small status. She has only been around the underground for about two months and she hasn't done very much, but she will soon get discovered. With how cocky she is, she thinks she'll have it all in a matter of weeks. What she doesn't know is how hard it is to live in Orlando, especially if you are with the underground.
