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Post by mimiriter on Apr 5, 2011 6:39:43 GMT 10
-- MIMI MAE RITER !
-- NAME: Mimi Mae Riter
-- NICKNAMES: Mims, Emmy, Em
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 32; May Fifth
-- BIRTH PLACE: Jarrow, England
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION: French Teacher
-- PLAYED BY: Lauren Graham
-- PERSONALITY !
-- AFRAID: At the first sign of trouble, Mimi’s quick to distance herself from a situation. She’s that kind of person who would fight to keep up a tough front even when staring straight down the barrel of a gun, so this is something she would never admit and fight to hide until her dying day, however it’s true. In the past, instead of facing issues head on, she’s made drastic changes in her life just to escape them- ranging from simple career moves to moving to another state. This isn’t just because she doesn’t want to deal with them, though. It’s because she’s afraid that if she doesn’t do something, that people will see her as vulnerable. The only thing she’s unable to hide is her dramatic fear (which her therapist keeps telling her is a phobia, but she refuses to accept that fact) of thunderstorms.
-- DEVIL-MAY-CARE: She very much as an "I do what I want" attitude. While deep down, she may care somewhat, she pretty much does things just as she sees fit. She tends to walk around like she commands whatever room she's in, too, which is probably one of the few reasons she tolerates teaching- she's in control.
-- EMPATHETIC: Mimi is able to identify with the feelings of other people. That's not to say she'll act on that empathy, of course, but then again she's not totally mean spirited. So sometimes she'll be a little sympathetic or she'll talk to someone if they need it. A lot of the time, though, as long as it's not too cruel, she'll use it to her advantage. She never wants to be outright mean about anything, though.
-- FLIRTATIOUS: Mimi is a naturally flirtatious woman. She doesn't hop on every guy she sees, but if she sees a guy that's young and good looking she might flip on the charm (and she can be really charming). She's had her fair share of one night stands. She's also a really big tease, not to mention she likes to play unannounced games of "let's see how quickly I can give him a hard-on" and "let's see how mad he gets when I get his pants down then walk away". She finds it amusing. She's not always serious about it, if she finds flirting with someone just... Fun.
-- INDEPENDENT: She's always been on her own. She's got herself convinced that she'll probably die alone with fifty cats (and she's not even a cat person) so she's been able to cope with things on her own since she was a kid.
-- INTELLIGENT: She's pretty damn smart. Mimi's always done well in school and has a fair amount of common sense. She's not really afraid to show that she has it, either.
-- IRRITABLE: Mimi's not necessarily the most reasonable person if she's mad. And, let's face it- it doesn't take much to set her off. If someone does something to her, she probably won't forget it all too easily, and it takes a lot to get back on her good side again. She won't hide it, either.
-- PERSUASIVE: Her ability to be empathetic and her intelligence and acting skills all come together here. Perhaps a better word might be 'manipulative', but she's pretty good at getting what she wants because she knows how to navigate someone's psychology after being around them long enough. And she does use this to her advantage.
-- PESSIMISTIC: Mimi is pretty bitter about the world and doesn't see the glass as half full. She doesn't have high expectations for anything or anyone because she's tired of getting disappointed so she just automatically assumes that she's going to get screwed over, or that it's not going to go well. It probably gets a little obnoxious to those who have to be around her.
-- UNTRUSTING: She used to be pretty average when it came to how easily she trusted people, but after Noah, she started to build that wall around her. After Gabriel, she built it up completely. That's partially why she's so big on one night stands and flings and friends with benefits- it's all sex based and no emotions are on the line. Very few people know all too much about her- not because she's secretive, but because she doesn't let people get close enough to hold any kind of discussion with them. People have to prove to her that they aren't scum. She's loyal to a fault to the people she's let in, so she's careful about it.
-- WITTY: This is probably one of the biggest aspects of her personality. No matter what anyone says, chances are she has a smartass comment to counter it. It can range anywhere from a bad pun to a "that's what she said" to a mean-spirited crack. Sometimes it's sarcastic, sometimes it's blunt. But there's always a comment for everything. Always a joke.
-- LOVES: Coffee, wine, sex, the city atmosphere, scarves, snow, cuddling, reading, Broadway, singing, not wearing pants, sarcasm, sex, wine, late night talk shows, playing Angry Birds, sexual fantasies including Craig Ferguson.
-- HATES: Pants, children (until she gets to know them), thunderstorms, tea, ignorance, most of society, people who can't take a joke, the fact that she can't cook, horses, the five o'clock news, rap, napkins with fancy designs on them, knowing that Craig Ferguson is married.
-- HISTORY !
Mimi Mae Riter was born on the first of May in Jarrow, England. She was born to Catherine and Richard Riter, and was followed twenty-seven minutes later by her twin, Nicole. She was born with Growth Hormone Deficiency Disorder, and because her family couldn't afford the treatment, to this day she only stands at 4'8. Their three year old sister, Ally, was never excited by the idea of having younger siblings.
When Mimi was five years of age, things with her sister, Ally, began to go downhill. When Mimi swiped a doll and refused to give it back, Ally grew angry and pushed the small child down a flight of stairs. Mimi acquired the scar above her left eye from the blow, though she couldn't recall just how that happened if asked.
When Mimi and Nicole reached the age of five, their father took up drinking, though he was never violent, and the girls were rarely exposed to the man (they were always in bed before their father would come stumbling through the door). That simply lasted three years, however, before their father got help.
When Mimi was twelve, her place in the family began to be established. Ally and Nicole took up most of the attention; Ally with the negative, Nicole with the positive. It wasn't as though Mimi was neglected in any sort of way, but she was one to keep to herself. She picked up an addiction to coffee, and spent the majority of her time at a local coffee shop. To this day, she needs a lot of coffee to start her day if she wants to correctly function.
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When Mimi was fourteen years old, almost ironically, her father was killed in a car crash by a driver who had been drinking. Everyone in the family dealt with the death in different ways; Mimi simply became more bitter and sarcastic, making it more difficult to break down the wall she put up. Nicole slid into a depression of sorts. Ally became more violent towards her younger sibling, and the sisters' mother took to dating.
Catherine Riter was an editor, while Gerard Morals was an author in the United States. Catherine traveled to the United States in order to meet with said man, for what was supposed to be a two week trip. During this time, fifteen year olds Mimi and Nicole were left in the care of eighteen year old Ally (who had never grown out of the sibling-abuse she enjoyed so much). When Catherine and Gerard hit it off, that two week trip morphed into a two month trip, before one dreaded phone call; the family was moving to the United States, and Catherine Riter was soon becoming Catherine Morals. Rushing, much?
The three girls picked up and moved to the United States. Ally, being of-age, never did meet Gerard more than once. She split from the family (much to Mimi's delight), and fled to California, where she heard all of the 'worthwhile' teens went. Mimi and Nicole, on the other hand, moved with the new couple to Staten Island, New York.
Her High School career was rather successful. Mimi passed with flying colors, top 3% of her class. She was bright, and definitely focused upon her school work, for she didn't much bother with personal relationships, other than the occasional passing friend and one High School boyfriend.
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After High School, she attended New York University, where Mimi flitted around from careers such as singing, directing, and writing. She finally settled on a double major; English and Theatre Arts. She was at a complete loss as to what she wanted to do, though she knew the exact field she belonged in.
Her Junior year of college, she received a strange call from her sister, Ally, whom she hadn't heard from in years. They met up for coffee, and Mimi was pleased to see that her older sister had completely turned her life around. She and Ally became friends, and have established a normal sibling relationship.
After college, Mimi lived as a Bohemian for two years before landing a brief career in the Broadway spotlight. Unfortunately, a complicated tango with a fellow actor led to her demise - they were engaged and adored one another, though he apparently found interest in another actress.
That pretty much ruined things for Mimi, and while she officially regrets it, she dropped all chances at a Broadway career. She turned to her second great love; journalism. After working for a couple of smaller newspapers, she was discovered by the editor of the New York Times and was given a job there when she was twenty-eight years old.
This career, however, was short lived. Old habits die hard, and when a relationship with someone turned sour (his name was Gabriel), she was quick for a drastic change. After returning to school to get her license to teach, Mimi picked up and moved to Capeside. She's now the resident French teacher, though she also runs the school newspaper.
-- SAMPLE !
“Hey, Riter. I’ve got a question.”
Distracted, the female referred to never looked up from her pile of paperwork, a pen trapped between her teeth as she continued to flip through the pile. “Yeah?” she responded back, muffled and distracted.
Her co-worker sighed softly as he continued to lean against the wall of her office, arms folded. He absentmindedly rubbed his temple. “Riter, you’re the smartest on this floor.”
She removed the pen from her mouth and used the tip of it to scratch her head. “And probably in this whole building.”
He blinked, looking at her small stature straighten behind the desk. He noted, silently, that she was so sure of herself. “Right, so give me your full attention for just a second. What is ‘air’?”
Quickly, she snapped back, “What is life?”
His eyes widened slightly, not in on the apparent joke; however, her facial expression seemed to soften and the corners of her lips quipped up into the faintest of smiles. But as quickly as it appeared, it faded, and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “What?” he responded, his eyebrows quipping in confusion.
“What?” She lowered her gaze back down to her desk, engrossing herself in something she deemed more fascinating.
He couldn’t resist a chuckle at her quick nature and shifted, standing up in full. “I’m serious, Riter. I’m trying to write this article and I need the exact components. The network’s down so I can’t Google it. I just thought you might —”
“All I know is that you breathe it, Darling,” she sighed, taking a moment to glance up at him, “Why do you need the chemicals in the air, anyways? You write art gallery reviews.”
“Perhaps I’m trying to broaden my horizons.”
She laughed dryly, shoving the papers she had been flipping through into a folder. Her gaze flitted to the clock on her computer screen and she quickly shut her laptop. “You did quite enough of that last night, don’t you think?”
Having broken through to the real reason of the visit, the tension in the room dissolved and she chuckled, standing. He smirked, pocketing his hands and taking a few suave steps towards her. “Okay. Maybe I’d like to experience that lack of air I experienced last night due to my mouth being otherwise… Occupied.”
She laughed at the nature of his comment, cocking an eyebrow and grabbing her coat from the back of her chair. She stood, pulling it on and buttoning it down, the navy blue fabric long enough to cover her knees. “Was that a pick up line?”
He inched closer to her, settling on the corner of her desk so he was more level with her. He leaned forward, charm flickering in his eyes. “Did it work?”
She made no move to pull away, nor did she dare to blink; instead, she smirked, lowering her voice. “Sorry. I have a prior engagement.” With that, she exited her office, crossed the floor, called up an elevator, and shot a rude comment to the secretary as she stepped out into the cold, wintry air.
Mimi Riter had no prior engagement.
Commitment, at this time in her life, was a foreign concept to her; repeat offenses were reserved only for the most suave of men. She was, at one point, a relationship woman. She had been engaged once, close a second time, but ruled a simple hobby. From the time she was twenty-eight years of age, she’d declined any form of a relationship that lasted more than a month in time. She didn’t trust, she didn’t care. Sex had, at one point, a meaning. Now, as a woman who viewed herself as nothing more than a good fuck, she conducted the act sans any strings. While she didn’t have a fear of commitment, she had an aversion to it, and the many beds she shared meant absolutely nothing. Her co-worker had yelped like a female upon release. That was enough ground to put an end to it, as far as she was concerned.
Mimi did consider herself a married polygamist. Her work would always take precedent, of course. Her life as a journalist for one of the most liberal and prestigious newspapers in the world gave her a high and a reason to live. Her second spouse, however, trailing closely behind was a web site by the name of Tumblr, which she spent countless hours on when she had nothing better to do with her life. And, for someone who scoffed at the idea of ‘friends’ with a few small exceptions, she really didn’t have anything better to do.
She considered the coffee shop she frequented her mistress, for no other reason than she found the title to be more thrilling than a third husband. It had been something of a sore spot for her for a period of four years, but luckily enough she’d gotten over that. It had been a coffee shop that she found at age eighteen, young and in love with life (the novelty of which had quickly worn off, but New York City had the tendency to free the soul, as she never admitted aloud). Her best friend, Seth, had taken a job behind the counter, and through him she’d met another close friend — a young man by the name of Noah, who she had connected with instantly. Their banter was unrivaled. During her Broadway days, she’d connected with another man (Josh, though at the present time she refuses to speak his name) and they’d fallen into an engagement, in turn introducing him to her coffee shop. Upon the disgruntled break up, Mimi switched coffee shops with the fear that she’d have to see her ex-fiancé otherwise. However, after meeting another boyfriend-gone-awry at that old shop, she returned nearly five years later to the place she swore she’d never set foot in again. Noah was gone, Seth was married with a daughter (but he still frequented — the place was his home, after all) and, four years after that, her affair with black coffee (nix the cream, add numerous sugar packets) served at that independent coffee shop was smooth sailing.
Anyone who knew her in the slightest would know that she stopped in every day after work.
It was approaching the nine o’clock hour and she hadn’t had dinner but she had an aversion to food; her stomach was satisfied by burning liquid as opposed to anything of substance, no matter how many times people have tried to stuff doughnuts down her throat. She would have none of the fuckery and remained just as stubborn as the day she arrived in New York City — and that was the exact same day she kicked her first hobo.
Snow blanketed the sidewalks and continued to fall from the darkening sky. The city was sparkling with Christmas lights as storefronts strung holiday cheer in front of their windows; December had crept up on the world’s inhabitants quicker than usual, or so it seemed, but it really made no difference to Mimi. Her view on the holidays hadn’t changed in years. She would stop by Seth’s for lunch but would spend the rest of the day on her own, drinking her sorrows in wine and avoiding the out doors as much as humanly possible. She exchanged gifts with Seth, Melissa, and their daughter Madeline, and received some cheesy gifts in return (aside from the year Melissa bought her a gun, but Seth was quick to confiscate that, and for good reason), but beyond that she was alone. And she could hardly bring herself to care.
Mimi had aged quite nicely, if she did say so herself. While her features were slightly worn, she’d taken decent care of her rather pale skin and didn’t look all that different. More mature, perhaps, but she was careful to have that shine in a more positive light. Her hair was slightly longer, straightened (today, at least) far past her shoulders. Her eyes were still that same dull hazel color and she was still a measly four foot eight inches in height, maintaining a thin build. Her wardrobe had matured and as she entered the coffee shop and shed her winter attire, a black dress was revealed, falling to her knees to leave a few inches of gap before her high-heeled boots began. At thirty-two years old, she was thriving, and loving the fact that she was in her prime.
Being a regular patron of the shop (perhaps that was an understatement — roughly three times a day, give a few times depending on her stress level), she felt completely at ease. She dropped her coat off in an unoccupied booth near the door, despite the fact that she always sat herself at the counter. Mimi hoisted herself up on the fifth stool from the left and suavely crossed one leg over the other, paying little attention to who was behind the counter. She automatically assumed that everyone knew her, anyways. “Usual,” she murmured, reaching down the front of her dress to fish a five from the confines of her bra (she had little to no shame) then dropping it down on the counter. “Please.”
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: ashley! c:
-- AGE: seventeen.
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: amicable, chillax... and... indecisive.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: why, caution 2.0, of course!
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