Post by nicolette on May 28, 2009 17:43:33 GMT -5
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nicolette renée beauvais ,
t w e n t y t w o -,- u n i v e r s i t y- &- t e m p e r m e n t a l
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[/color]* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?
" nicolette renée beauvais. i guess you might be able to tell that it's heavily french, but i don't mind very much. it's not a bad name.. it's just very pretentious sounding, i suppose. i haven't changed any of it for the sake of my mother, and on the pure fact that i don't hate any or all of it. it's one of those neutral things, i think. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
" i was born on the sixteenth of december, and apparently it was horrendous outside. a true difficulty for my mother to get home after being in labor, i suppose. or at least, for my father to drive her. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
" i'm just a typical straight girl, into males.
no closet to come out of here, really. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?
" oh lord, i like a lot of things.
i really like cats, i had one when i was younger and i absolutely adored that ratty old cat, no matter how much he would scratch or hiss.
i also like art museums, the victorian art there is truly interesting to look at. honestly, i could probably spend days in there if i really wanted to.
spontaneity is also a good quality to have, i love when people possess the guts to do things that are really out there.
i'm also a night type of person, so i stay up late quite late and i really like the atmosphere of outside while it's night time.
lastly, i love downtown - the urban lifestyle is absolutely amazing. it's fun to be there, to people-watch, et cetera. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
" i dislike a lot of things too, though. probably more than i enjoy, actually.
i truly detest mornings and getting up. it's just such a hassle to wake up and face the day sometimes.
probably the most annoying thing to see in public is obnoxious people. people who think they can simply do whatever they want on the constant are really irritating, especially yelling at people and not acting as expected in public. it's just ridiculous.
one of my biggest pet peeves would probably be people that complain about getting stared at, but the way they act and look begs for attention. like, people with hair nine feet tall and platform shoes with disgusting coon tail extensions is annoying. but what's even more annoying is the fact they complain that people look at them like they're freaks.
also, i dislike bugs and insects in general. self-explanatory - some people find them intriguing, i find them disgusting. plain as that.
last, i don't like tackiness. trying to be different isn't always attractive or pleasing to the eyes, so i would appreciate it if people stopped it. those gross baggy mall-goth pants are a prime example of it. "
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[/color]* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?
" oh, i hate talking about it, but a loved one's death truly scares me. i cringe every time i think about it, really - it reminds me of the death of my mother. that sounds totally cliché, but it's just a morbid thing to think about. my friends are the only ones who are really aware of this, but you know how it is with those untouchable subjects. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
" i'm single as of this moment, but it's on and off. i guess i'm some sort of love-or-hate person, because males either want to stay with me for a long time or they leave almost immediately. it's probably some of the things in my personality; they turn people off in a huge way. but ever since university, i've been sticking to one night kind of stuff; it's difficult keeping up with a boyfriend with all the work. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?
" my parents? well, as of now, parent. my mother, charlotte alice beauvais, died in a fatal car accident when i was a young girl. my father, jean-paul damien beauvais (51, now), i was extremely close with growing up. i love that man to death. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
" i have one brother, 19 years of age, named damien charles beauvais. i don't get alone with him so well, and i never have. no one knows this but, i really wish i could be closer to him than i am now. i hardly know him anymore. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
" no pets, but once i start living in a stable environment, i would love to have a cat. a fluffy one. "[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
" my biggest secret? probably the fact that i desire to be closer to my brother, damien. we've always hated (or strongly disliked) each other, and i would love to be closer to him. it would solve so many issues for me, and he seems like such a good brother when i see the good side of him.. which is rare. i just want for things to be okay. i'm keeping it because it might make me seem vulnerable.. i can't have him seeing me as vulnerable. or anybody, for that matter. no one knows it, as of right now. "
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Nicolette watched through the window she sat by as the rain started to pour. She should have expected it; after all, there were horrendous, gloomy-looking clouds in the sky. As thunder shouted in the sky, the very few people in the small café jumped. Even Nicolette, who was hard to surprise. Lightning came soon after, with a bright crash in the sky. She was very lucky to have gotten to an inside place soon, otherwise she would be soaked. It was not her wardrobe or her hair she was worried about, but simply getting sick. With how rough and fast-paced school went these days, there was no way she could get sick and miss any days. It would be far too much a hassle to catch up.
Upon seeing a soaked older woman and a few children; it seemed as though she was piled with them. It was only a glance, but they all looked miserable, as if their day had been ruined simply by the rain. It was funny how the weather could ruin a day so easily, specifically rain. It would ruin theme park days, field trips, and most importantly, a fun day at the zoo. The children were behaving well, it seemed, but they did not seem happy at all. In fact, they seemed quite upset.
As she took a second glance at the older woman, she realized exactly who it was. It was her music teacher from high school; such a long time ago. It wasn't just any music teacher, however. She always brought a smile to her face, because they were awfully close back when. Nicolette would have her class during the day, and then private piano lessons after and before school. Actually, she had become quite good at it. The girl fondly remembered being told she had perfect piano hands, that she should go into playing piano professionally simply for her hands. They laughed about it, but she knew piano wasn't her passion. She could sing, and she could play the piano, and she was good at it - but she just didn't feel musically inclined enough to be a musician for a living.
Just as these memories made the rounds of her mind, she was pulled out of that epiphany. Elyzibeth Alexander was approaching her now, it was a strange coincidence that she would also remember her. As she spoke, she laughed a bit. "Bonjour Madame, comment allez-vous?" she spoke, the words rolling off her tongue naturally. Of course, French was her first language. Laughing, she rephrased her last statement. "No, but really, how are you doing? I haven't spoken to you in ages," she added, a smile spreading across her face.
As soon as another comment came from her, she laughed again. "No joke, it's strange I'd see you here. What brings you here, besides the several children dragging you?" she joked, with another light laugh. Upon getting another good look at her, she looked the exact same as when she was in school. A pleasant vibe always followed her. After all, she always did have a smile on her face; she envied it, almost. If only she could keep a scowl from infecting her face, all the time. Nicolette always found it devastatingly hard to be cheerful all the time; in fact, she lost her temper more than she would like to.
In a further effort to keep conversation up, she decided to speak again. Nicolette was quite talkative, especially after not being able to talk to anyone all day; today was mostly an alone time day. "Do I still have to call you Miss or are we past that?" she added with a smile. Of course, she figured she probably didn't. It came more natural for her to do so, yes. But at the same time, it might get annoying to be called by a formal title all the time. But she didn't know; in France, you were always expected to use a formal title with adults. It was just how things worked. But for how gloomy the day was, it was pleasant to be able to see a familiar face.
Upon seeing a soaked older woman and a few children; it seemed as though she was piled with them. It was only a glance, but they all looked miserable, as if their day had been ruined simply by the rain. It was funny how the weather could ruin a day so easily, specifically rain. It would ruin theme park days, field trips, and most importantly, a fun day at the zoo. The children were behaving well, it seemed, but they did not seem happy at all. In fact, they seemed quite upset.
As she took a second glance at the older woman, she realized exactly who it was. It was her music teacher from high school; such a long time ago. It wasn't just any music teacher, however. She always brought a smile to her face, because they were awfully close back when. Nicolette would have her class during the day, and then private piano lessons after and before school. Actually, she had become quite good at it. The girl fondly remembered being told she had perfect piano hands, that she should go into playing piano professionally simply for her hands. They laughed about it, but she knew piano wasn't her passion. She could sing, and she could play the piano, and she was good at it - but she just didn't feel musically inclined enough to be a musician for a living.
Just as these memories made the rounds of her mind, she was pulled out of that epiphany. Elyzibeth Alexander was approaching her now, it was a strange coincidence that she would also remember her. As she spoke, she laughed a bit. "Bonjour Madame, comment allez-vous?" she spoke, the words rolling off her tongue naturally. Of course, French was her first language. Laughing, she rephrased her last statement. "No, but really, how are you doing? I haven't spoken to you in ages," she added, a smile spreading across her face.
As soon as another comment came from her, she laughed again. "No joke, it's strange I'd see you here. What brings you here, besides the several children dragging you?" she joked, with another light laugh. Upon getting another good look at her, she looked the exact same as when she was in school. A pleasant vibe always followed her. After all, she always did have a smile on her face; she envied it, almost. If only she could keep a scowl from infecting her face, all the time. Nicolette always found it devastatingly hard to be cheerful all the time; in fact, she lost her temper more than she would like to.
In a further effort to keep conversation up, she decided to speak again. Nicolette was quite talkative, especially after not being able to talk to anyone all day; today was mostly an alone time day. "Do I still have to call you Miss or are we past that?" she added with a smile. Of course, she figured she probably didn't. It came more natural for her to do so, yes. But at the same time, it might get annoying to be called by a formal title all the time. But she didn't know; in France, you were always expected to use a formal title with adults. It was just how things worked. But for how gloomy the day was, it was pleasant to be able to see a familiar face.
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