Post by alanna on Apr 8, 2011 20:34:56 GMT 10
[/i]?”[/b] She wasn't even being rhetorical. More than anything, Marina was just playing the game that Sean started, determined to beat him at it. She had a lot of practice at being bitchy and she almost had the role perfected.-- GIGI SABINE PETIT !
-- NAME: Micheline Nadia Petit
-- NICKNAMES: None
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 21, January 24th
-- BIRTH PLACE: Château-Richer, Quebec, Canada
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Nanny
-- PLAYED BY: Nina Dobrev-- PERSONALITY !
-- DREAMER: It's almost cliché, little girl with big dreams from a small town. It isn't that Micheline used to sit up at night and dream about being a super model or a rock star. She just always wanted things to be bigger, and then better, followed by brighter. Raised on storybooks like Peter Pan, Le Petit Prince, Eloise At the Plaza, and Cinderella led Micheline to believe anything was possible, it was only made worse when she was a teenager and watched the first episode of American Idol. People's lives were transformed over night and she honestly believed that's just how things worked. You didn't have to strive and struggle all the time, some things just came to you or you were entitled to. It seems like Micheline is always coming up with something new to chase after or to believe in.
-- SMALL: Though her imagination knows no bounds everything else about Micheline is quite tiny. She can quite often go unnoticed because her stature is that of a little pixie and she doesn't command attention when she walks into a room. It's easy for her to get lost in a crowd, stuck to the wall like a paper flower. Attention isn't something she's incredibly comfortable with, she isn't a ringleader or the person at the end of the table holding court. Micheline is much more comfortable as a spectator, or the best friend of the superstar. She lives in her shell somewhat unhappily, dying to break her way out but still too nervous, too.
-- ANGRY: It must be all that French blood because if you've upset Micheline, you will know in a matter of nanoseconds. Dishes have been broken, cars have been keyed, and innocent stuffed animals have been lit on fire, but all of that is just a small slap in comparison to what it is like to have Micheline yell at you – in English or French. Since she's usually on the quieter side, most people don't know what to make of a Micheline outburst. The best way to avoid being victim to one is to stay on her good side. She won't dish it out unless it's been earned.
-- LOVES: cigarettes, slow songs, big cities, seafood, midnight walks, pastries, children, stories, lipstick, parties, high heels, coffee, morning paper, fashion magazines, and airplanes.
-- HATES: small towns, being told what to do, the spotlight, being held down, people without manners, being interrupted, people making fun of her accent, fog, spicy food, waking up early, and working out.-- HISTORY !
Born in a French-speaking household in a small town in Quebec, Canada, Micheline was three years old the first time she tried to runaway. Not that her parents were abusive or cruel to her in anyway, Pierre-Luc and Marie couldn't have been kinder and more adoring parents, Micheline just constantly had a need to go, to see more, to experience something. She packed up her books of paper dolls, her three favorite dresses (all of which were polka-dot) and a couple pudding packs into her Madeline backpack and set off. Micheline only got as far as her Aunt's house, seven blocks over, but she didn't realize her older brother, Jules, was already there. A half an hour later, after a slice of peach pie, Jules walked her back home where she would stay put for another decade.
Micheline would ask her parents constantly why they never moved out of Château-Richer since both of them had lived in the town their entire lives, but their answers were short, simple, and really made no sense to Micheline. They were happy in Château-Richer and had all they need. She wanted more, she spent most nights talking on the phone with her girlfriends about how they'd all move away to a big city like Paris, Vancouver, or even Chicago, or she'd crawl up onto the roof of their tiny bungalow with her brother's binoculars and try to see Montreal in the distance. At thirteen, she tried to runaway again. One weekend, she told both her parents she was staying over at her friend's for a sleep over, but instead she took off with a group of her friends and their older siblings in a minivan on their way to Quebec City. Micheline had no intention of coming home, but before they even made it to their destination, they were pulled over, the cops realized the minors had no parental permission, and once again, Micheline's plan to be freed from the confines of a small town were foiled.
Not all of her days spent in Château-Richer were spent wishing she was somewhere else though. She spent a good deal of time babysitting as she was the local sitter, the most trustworthy high school student in town, and she grew fond of the responsibility and the children she watched over. They had the same wild imagination that she did and they had the world at their fingertips. Micheline had a love for the stereotypical girlie things like fashion, romantic black and white movies, make-up, and cooking. While she had a tight-knit group of friends, Micheline always adored her big brother even though he didn't always like her in return. She could be a nuisance, constantly trying to escape, following him to parties and hockey games, or begging him for rides. Though even when he was obviously angry with her, Micheline always enjoyed her time with him. She idolized him. He was someone who didn't have to dream of leaving Château-Richer because if he ever wanted to – he had the means. He was incredibly smart, people of all types loved him, he was a hard-worker, and had an abundance of talent. Micheline on the other hand was a B average student, was a little timid, grew tired easily, and only talent was applying mascara while driving. She was terrified of ending up stuck in their little town.
After a couple of failed attempts at being left behind on family trips to Montreal, Micheline promised herself that when she graduated, she would go far far away, and never come home. She'd be wild, young, and free. Most of all, she wouldn't be breaking any laws or hurting anyone as she would be an adult. So when she graduated, at 18, Micheline bought a plane ticket to Massachusetts leaving her family nothing, but a note in her place. She decided Boston was where she longed to be and it seemed to working out for her...at first. Rent there, however, was high than she could manage on a wage of busing tables at The Waffle House and tutoring middle school kids in French. She answered an ad in a local gazette, a family of five looking for a full-time live-in Nanny with free room and board. Micheline couldn't turn it down even if it meant heading back to another small town. Still, every chance she can get, she visits Boston, Worcester, and Quincy.-- SAMPLE !
Her perfectly groomed eyebrows arched upwards as she paused her mind for a moment to really consider what Sean had just said to her. Marina had pulled her fair share of hair in the last ten years and she'd knocked a girl's tooth out before, but all she'd ever done to a guy is slap him across the face and kick him in the balls. The more Sean spoke to her, though, the more he became a candidate to be injured. She looked him up and down and wondered just how she would go about breaking one of his limbs, “I'm not a whore, Sean.” Calmly, she informed him, still thinking about hurting him. “I don't get paid for my talent.” She smiled, somewhat sarcastically, but also sincerely. Marina didn't even debate telling Sean about the kind of relationship she had with Jake. That wasn't important at the moment and she had a feeling it wasn't what Sean was bugging her for anyway.
“Oh, that's right. Kate's knocked up.” Finally, Sean's sour mood made sense to Marina. She smirked after gasping and then nodded along at metronome. “If you're not the father, how come you've taken to gaining sympathy weight?” Her eyes started at his feet and worked their way up his body, devouring it whole and checking out every inch of him as she sent her insult out dryly. “Is this going to be like one of those Maury specials, 'I've Been Here Ten Times And I Still Don't Know Who My Baby Daddy Be'
Right after she took it from him, Sean snatched the upper hand back and Marina swallowed hard around the swollen lump in her throat. Hearing her big brother's name always put it there and she fluttered her eyes away from Sean before covering them again with her sunglasses. She wasn't listening to him anymore, but she could still hear Sean. Her voice dried up as if it was made of cotton and she took in a deep breath before flatly stating, “I don't tune into Charlie's show.” Sometimes she did, but only when she really wanted to upset herself. Marina should have defended her brother, but the sadness took hold of her body and she lost the will.
Angry and immature, Marina rolled her eyes, ”You don't care, great. Go home, crank your Avril Lavigne mix tape, and take a butter knife to your wrists, but leave me the fuck alone.” She picked up the pace slightly, wishing she had her heels on if only to pierce Sean's balls with them.
“A wreck?” She snorted and shook her head. God, this kid had a lot of nerve. “That's the pot calling the kettle black or whatever the expression is.” She grumbled while rushing into the breeze that drifted by them quietly. Marina was fuming, steam nearly burning through her nostrils.
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: ALANNA
-- AGE: 20
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Friendly Canadian insomniac.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG Directory.
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