, sing it back to me .

[lorelai de rosea]

l o r e l a i - d e - r o s e a .
you can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.

-----the basics,

hello there. my name is lorelai clea de rosea .
i was born on september twenty third and currently, i am at the age of eighteen.
i was born in the beautiful land of greece.
my family consists of savannah de rosea-stavros, famous archaeologist, good at shuffling me off on to my dad, who is walter king de rosea, and yes you have to refer to him by his whole name, he get's mad if you don't. he is a successful business man who is in the process of become a professional husband by marrying any blonde girl who winks at him and we can be considered dirty rich.
if you feel the need to classify me, i guess you can call me a norwood student, year twelve.
i usually go for men and i find deep voices and dark eyes to be a turn on.
my role model in life would be audrey hepburn, because... because? are you kidding me? it's audrey hepburn, there is no explanation for audrey hepburn...
i model myself after no one because i have a really eclectic style, no one person fits my style completly, it changes from day to day and how i feel.
i dot my "i"s with an x, i don't know how it happened i just realize one day they were teeny little x's.
if you were to ask me about my family i'd say :

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----- the worst,

people often say its annoying when i never ask for help.
my least favorite part of my body is my legs.
sometimes i hate my life because my parents don't care.
the thing i'd like to change about myself the most is my lack of faith in people or impulsivity.
if you were to ask my ex about me he/she would say :

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----- basics,

people often compliment on my smile.
my favorite part of my body is my lips.
the best thing about my life is my friends.
the thing i would never change about myself is my tolerance for alcohol! no, uhm, i don't think i'd change my ability to laugh at just about anything. i'm easily amused, i love it.
if you were to ask my mum about me she would say :

[/i]? you're sure? huh, well.... uhm, well eighteen, so... she's a beautiful young woman, full of grace and.... no! don't put that there! sorry, very busy here, uhm, anyway where was i? oh lorelai! she's a little firecracker that one, always has something to say and uhh... well, loves to read, can't get her out of the room when she stops by, uhm very intelligent and th- ack! no i told you to leave that there! look, i don't have the time for this, can we do this later? good. have a nice day. [/color]
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----- the hidden ,

five things about me that nobody knows are :

- "i'm still afraid of the dark, it's terrible so if you ever told i promise i'll break you."
- "i knew my mother was cheating on my father and i never told him, no matter how many times he asked me. even now that they are divorced i could never admit it to him, especially since he seemed to have a new wife every three months. i've lost all faith in love because of them."
- "i went three weeks with my tattoo before i ever realized i had it, no more captain morgan for me!"
- "i've read "pride & prejudice" a million times, i read it at least once every two weeks. i'm a total closet book worm."
- "i love little kids, i love to baby-sit! i can't wait until i can have kids."

----- the player ,

hello there, lost resistance. i am elizabeth and i've been roleplaying for about fifty years. i'm seventeen and i found you through the ftp cbox. my pb choice is leighton meester. and here's my rp sample.

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Arizona blanched the second he entered the large, sleek kitchen. His father wasn't attempting to cook again but the sight that might him was nearly as horrible, Summer stood with the open cupboard the cut crystal sugar container tilted over her mouth. A thick white stream fell into her mouth forming a glittering pyramid on her tongue, shaking his head he snatched the half drained container from her hand, "You sick, twisted child. What are you doing?" He asked rhetorically, stashing the sugar back in the cupboard, "Mom would have a heart attack if she saw you doing that..." Not that he agreed with his mothers attempts to sway them to the dark side of vegan dieting, but one he'd cath heat for it if she caught Summer and two Summer was the least of their siblings that needed that much of a sugar boost. It was also disgusting, not even in the most desperate times of munchies ad he resorted to that, he shuddered a little. "Buzz kill." Summer said in a sing song voice as she stalked out of the kitchen and to her room, waiting a few moments he opened the cupboard took the sugar back out and put it on top of the fridge, shoving it back until he heard the clink of the crystal making contact with the tile trim. With some stupid soap opera marathon his sister's loved on and Summer having consumed at least half of the container of sugar there was no way he wanted to be stuck around the house right now. Estrogen City was bad echoing, didn't need to add Summer hyped up on top of it. Grudgingly, he returned to his room and snatched up his coat. Shoving his arms through the holes roughly he went into the living room and motioned to Raine, the oldest of his sisters and younger then him by less then a year, "You'd be my favourite sister if you could hold down the fort for the day?" He asked with a smile that was pleading for him, Raine's answering smirk put him on guard but she nodded giving him a half hug, "I'm already your favourite sister." It was only true but he wouldn't admit it to her. Summer was too hyped up for him and Aspen was the baby of the family and three times more shallow Summer – a true feat.

Aspen and Arizona were a study in contrasts, they were almost completely different – excepting their coppery hair and blues eyes that clashed with their siblings dark chestnut hair and hazel eyes. All the same Aspen was still his sister and he treated her no different from the rest of his siblings, who were all a mix of his and Aspen, bold and stand offish all in one. Summer and Aspen were the only one's who seemed like they must have been adopted, in fact were Arizona meaner he might have been telling that to them there whole lives. However that seemed to be Lennon's shtick; telling Dakota that he was found on the side of the road- only because he was the only one with freckles. After which Raine chimed in with something about genetics and Punnet Squares, proving that she was the nerdiest after Arizona. He'd be nowhere without his family but he had to admit it was great to get away from them every once and a while. Though his unwillingness to move out proved that it wasn't something he was sure he could do full time yet.

For now a trip into town was good enough, lacking any new books to read it was about time to make an event out of shopping. He detested shopping, books and music were okay, but clothes made him want to hang himself. Raine apparently decided he couldn't be trusted alone clothes shopping and had taken to accompanying him, insisting they spend at least three hours in each store, dressing him up in whatever she could get her greedy little hands on. All of which he – of course – had to pay for. And heaven forbid he wear the wrong jeans with the wrong shirt, the fact that his stuff wasn't wrinkled was a triumph enough, he was definitely not stylish. If not for his sister's interventions he'd live in the same two pairs of jeans and 7 or 8 shirts. According to his sister this was a crime punishable by death, her "favour" of him was the only way he survived according to her. To make up for the fact he had to suffer through horrendous clothes shopping outings he normally tried to stick to online shopping for his books and music and anything else that Raine didn't feel the need to supervise the purchase of. Today, the weather was almost decent, cloudy but not yet raining, so it had to be taken advantage of.

Still the wind whipped against him and he jogged the last half block to the book store and ducked in, basking in the warmth for a moment before he headed towards the aisles of books. Aside from the coffee shop, and of course the university, this was where he spent most of his time. He was the guy reading in the aisle, making the store clerks hate him and some of the nicer – and normally older – employees chuckle. If not for his music he'd definitely fall into the "book nerd" category. It was what made him seem a little antisocial, but books were easier to him. Books and music you didn't have to communicate with, you didn't have to worry about stuttering or embarrassing yourself. Something the male had managed to do quite often. He definitely learnt social graces from his father, who thought the less time spent talking the better. Both of them seemed to have an eternal case of foot in mouth disease, something that – In Arizona's case – only worsened around pretty girls. He didn't have quite the ego most of his other friends did, his ego and confidence blossomed during and after a show, but it was something he could never manage to carry throughout his everyday life. Since he hadn't become some kind of social leper he had to figure that maybe his silence made him seem mysterious and brooding – possible even a little sexy. Something that, of course, made him happy.

Arizona turned his attention outward now that he reached the section of the store he'd been aiming for, he pulled a few out scanning the back covers and setting them back in their – wrong – place. There hadn't been much new out that he was really interested in, but he had read all of his books so many times he was sure he memorized them and it was either go through his collection again by series or finally give in to Summer's insisting he read one of her silly vampire books... So not happening. His lake of reading material was starting to get critical. Something had to be done. He skipped over what looked like a Star Trek book and was reaching for one with an interesting cover when a crash caused him to jump, it was close. A moment too late he realized it was only in the next aisle over, pointed gazes hit him but seeing his shelf intact most turned away but the others left of him stared down the next aisle. He smirked as he heard a familiar voice cut the small chatter of the store, Only Tierney... He thought wryly, she may not have been a total klutz but she had her moment where she was farm from the picture of grace. Looking around the corner he caught sight of her familiar hair, shaking his head he walked up behind her, "Aren't you glad you aren't at the Pottery Barn?" His smirk growing wider as he saw the strawberry stain across her cheeks when she turned to look at him, he collected the last of the books from the ground, ignoring the irritated whispers of the fellow customers. "I could start calling you Hurricane Tierney, if I was a bigger ass." He teased, leaning carefully against the shelf and smiling down at her, "So, what was on the agenda after destruction of property?"

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[adelaide girard]

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