Post by johanna-hélène neveau on Jun 18, 2009 14:28:28 GMT -5
Johanna-HélèneNeveau
[/size][/font]"Consider this a warning
Cause I'll start another fight, and you'll
Say it's all alright, I'll wait
For the day when you find I'm too much for you, baby"
Cause I'll start another fight, and you'll
Say it's all alright, I'll wait
For the day when you find I'm too much for you, baby"
BUT IF THEY PUBLISH THIS PICTURE
[/color]you have the choice to sue them[/size][/center]
YOU START WITH YOURSELF
[/size]and you work backwards[/font][/center]
NAME: Johanna-Hélène Neveau
NICKNAMES: Jo, The Ice Queen, The Cutthroat Bitch
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
SOCIAL STATUS: Rich
MEMBER GROUP: Tuition student
SCHOOL IS LIKE A LOLLIPOP
[/size]it sucks until it is gone[/font][/center]
GRADE: Senior
GPA: 4.0
BEST SUBJECT: Drama
WORST SUBJECT: History
CAREER PLANS: To attain a position as a prominent figure in the stage and film industries.
SCHOLARSHIP: N/A
I WAS A PERSONALITY BEFORE
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FEARS:at least 2
- Letting her parents down
- Being alone
- Dropping in the social ladder
- Being forgotten
- The mere concept of failure
DREAMS:at least 2
- To become a famous Broadway actress
- To get married
SECRETS:at least 1
THREE BEST TRAITS:
THREE WORST TRAITS:
IT'S STUPID AND IT'S STRANGE
[/size]it's a directionless story[/font][/center]
PARENTS: Henri Neveau, 43, diplomat;
Helen Anne Neveau, 40, diplomat
SIBLINGS: James Neveau, 20, amateur photographer
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: N/A
NATIONALITY: French-English
HISTORY: Jo was born to Henri Neveau, a French diplomat, and Helen Bates, an English diplomat. She was their second child, their first being James, nearly three years her senior. During her childhood, her family moved around a lot as part of their job. In consequence, she and her brother became exposed to many different cultures and languages. The Neveaus had very high expectations of their children, and they both maintained a 4.0 GPA during their studies.
Despite having been taught to play the cello since age seven, Johanna's passion has always been theatre and all areas related to it. She was always praised by her parents for her ambitious attitude, and spurred her on, supporting her all the way, still making sure she was nothing but the best. Despite James saying she was going to end up like one of those conceited American A-listers, the Neveaus enrolled Johanna in Antoinette Academy. Jo has earned quite a reputation revolving around her ocassional unfriendliness, including being dubbed by her classmates as "The Ice Queen" and "That Cutthroat Bitch". Unbeknownst to her, the student body despises her. Not that Johanna will begin to notice, as she is too involved observing how the universe revolves around herself.
GIVE HIM A MASK AND
[/size]he will tell you the truth[/font][/center]
NAME: Charlie
EXPERIENCE: Four years
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Through Emma!
RP EXAMPLE: it can be from any site
Apparently, Chyler was a having a rough time telling her story, because she paused after every couple of words. She even had to urge Chy on a couple of times. She had to admit, it was one heck of an interesting story. Who knew little Chyler Steele would have the hots for the guy her best friend was pining over? Della chuckled quietly as she chewed on this piece of information, along with her chips.
"Okay, so let me get this straight," she started, pointing at Chyler with a potato chip. "For some odd reason I don't want to know about, you were splashing around like a poor kitten in the lake. Enter prince charming. He saves you, and you, presumably, make a total loser out of yourself in front of him. Sounds like a typical boy-meets-girl story, except for the fact that said white knight is the boy your best friend is completely googly about." Della pauses to chuckle at this again. "Who needs soap operas when you have life? You get plenty of twisted drama without blowing up your electricity bill. Not that we pay the electricity bill anyway. Not yet, at least."
Della knew Chyler probably wanted to maul her with a pillow right about now. She had asked for advice, not a lecture summarizing her obvious predicament, side-notes and all. It was just such a priceless story! Dells hadn't even gotten herself into a stint like that! Well, now that she was done basking in such an odd story, Della decided to do what she had agreed to do. She would offer her ever-needed advice. If she could think of something...
Dammit, alright. Think of something to say, she thought to herself. What would she do if she were Chyler? No, Della wasn't anywhere near being Chyler, which meant she couldn't give Della Advice. She had to step into Chyler's geeky shoes and think of something from there.
"Alright, so, telling your friend is so completely out of the question," she started. "Anyone who says honesty is the best policy must have shit coming out from their openings. If you tell her, she'll throw a bitch fit." This much Della knew. They were girls, for God's sake! Their first instinct was to throw bitch fits when they felt threatened. That, or, cry. But in this case, both things were bad.
"What you need to realize first and foremost is that if this guy just happens to pay more attention to you than your friend, it isn't your fault. It just means you're more adorable than said friend. Got it? Because you honestly just asked me to help you get the guy, and you can't do that if you're gonna be all 'concerned' about what your friend will think every two seconds. If she really is your friend, she won't let a guy come between you. She'll be happy for you. A little pissed at first, sure, but she'll get over it; if she's a good friend. See, there's this... innate Best Friend Rule Book. Rule Number One is, and will always be: hoes over bro's. So if she's gonna be a little bitch cause you're pursuing your own happiness, then she isn't worth a goldfish's breath."
Ah, the harsh realities of the Friendship Rule Book. This was exactly why Della didn't have many girlfriends. Most girls spurned the book! But enough about her. She needed to get Chyler to see that she needed to get her hands dirty sometime in life. If she wanted to catch this guy's attention, she needed to show an inkling of self-confidence. She couldn't let herself be distracted by the prospect of friend troubles. She had to pick one: the girl or the guy. And if the girl really cared, she wouldn't mind if Chyler picked the guy. Right...? Or was this just another exhibit of how twisted Della's conscience had become over the years?
"Okay, so let me get this straight," she started, pointing at Chyler with a potato chip. "For some odd reason I don't want to know about, you were splashing around like a poor kitten in the lake. Enter prince charming. He saves you, and you, presumably, make a total loser out of yourself in front of him. Sounds like a typical boy-meets-girl story, except for the fact that said white knight is the boy your best friend is completely googly about." Della pauses to chuckle at this again. "Who needs soap operas when you have life? You get plenty of twisted drama without blowing up your electricity bill. Not that we pay the electricity bill anyway. Not yet, at least."
Della knew Chyler probably wanted to maul her with a pillow right about now. She had asked for advice, not a lecture summarizing her obvious predicament, side-notes and all. It was just such a priceless story! Dells hadn't even gotten herself into a stint like that! Well, now that she was done basking in such an odd story, Della decided to do what she had agreed to do. She would offer her ever-needed advice. If she could think of something...
Dammit, alright. Think of something to say, she thought to herself. What would she do if she were Chyler? No, Della wasn't anywhere near being Chyler, which meant she couldn't give Della Advice. She had to step into Chyler's geeky shoes and think of something from there.
"Alright, so, telling your friend is so completely out of the question," she started. "Anyone who says honesty is the best policy must have shit coming out from their openings. If you tell her, she'll throw a bitch fit." This much Della knew. They were girls, for God's sake! Their first instinct was to throw bitch fits when they felt threatened. That, or, cry. But in this case, both things were bad.
"What you need to realize first and foremost is that if this guy just happens to pay more attention to you than your friend, it isn't your fault. It just means you're more adorable than said friend. Got it? Because you honestly just asked me to help you get the guy, and you can't do that if you're gonna be all 'concerned' about what your friend will think every two seconds. If she really is your friend, she won't let a guy come between you. She'll be happy for you. A little pissed at first, sure, but she'll get over it; if she's a good friend. See, there's this... innate Best Friend Rule Book. Rule Number One is, and will always be: hoes over bro's. So if she's gonna be a little bitch cause you're pursuing your own happiness, then she isn't worth a goldfish's breath."
Ah, the harsh realities of the Friendship Rule Book. This was exactly why Della didn't have many girlfriends. Most girls spurned the book! But enough about her. She needed to get Chyler to see that she needed to get her hands dirty sometime in life. If she wanted to catch this guy's attention, she needed to show an inkling of self-confidence. She couldn't let herself be distracted by the prospect of friend troubles. She had to pick one: the girl or the guy. And if the girl really cared, she wouldn't mind if Chyler picked the guy. Right...? Or was this just another exhibit of how twisted Della's conscience had become over the years?
IF YOU READ THE RULES
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watch the blue crayon daaaance, baby![/font][/center]
