Post by olivia on Sept 29, 2009 18:49:23 GMT -5
OLIVIA CAMILLE LUCAS
is the only reason we're famous
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" hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand
dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul. "
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COME ON EVERYBODY
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NICKNAMES: liv.
GENDER: female.
AGE: nineteen.
SEXUALITY: bisexual.
MEMBER GROUP: model.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original.
FACE CLAIM: megan fox.
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AND YOU'RE NOT ALONE
cause when we roll, we roll deep, yeah
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2. easy-going
3. determined
4. personable
5. social butterfly
6. indecisive
7. follower
8. has a mostly well-hidden dark, depressed side
9. avid drug user
10. often involved in scandals
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COME ON EVERYBODY
tonight there's gonna be no beef, oh-oh
whoa there, my name is michelle and i happen to be of the female species. i currently have seventeen number of candles on my cake but i've got about five under my belt. i found this sexy site through pb support - your boards: advertise and like the good little member i am, i know you want me to say beingfamousrocks. by the way, you can contact me via pm or through other characters i haven't made yet. now i'll show you what i'm made of.
there was a distinct lack of shine and an overabundance of rain this morning. Begrudgingly, Deann Blake noted the weatherman had been utterly correct in his predictions. She had wished, willed, and even prayed that sunlight would break through that overcast and bathe the land of San Fran in light. It hadn’t happened though; instead it was raining cats and dogs outside. Not only that, but it was cold too! The day was starting off terribly. Whatever was there to do on a day such as this? If sunny, Deann would have visited the beach. Sure, it wasn’t necessarily beach weather in the months of fall, but there was something serene and attractive about the beach in nearly any weather. It was the optimum escape; the redhead could spend hours and hours just ambling around, lost in thought, listening to the rolling waves.[/size][/font][/quote][/ul]
Given the rainy weather, a visit to the beach was just not going to happen. And because Deann would rather set her apartment aflame than actually spend time in it, remaining here wasn’t an option either. She laid in bed for around an hour, considering places but shooting down nearly every idea. The zoo? It was raining; all the animals would likely be seeking shelter. The bookstore? Don’t think so. The park? Raining! The Fine Arts Museum? Hell n—well, maybe. Remembering she had a pamphlet on the counter, she lazed out of bed and made her way toward the small kitchen. And there it was. After a moment of going through it, the glossy pictures of countless art pieces won her over.
After a quick shower, she garbed herself in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a black v-neck sweater. Then she drug herself into her bathroom and blow-dried her hair before straightening it. Once through with that, she sprayed a sufficient amount of hairspray into her red tresses. And then finally it was time to leave. Deann did not have a car, so as usual she planned to make use of a taxi. A quick call and ten minutes later, she was departing her apartment and on her way to the museum. The duration of the ride was spent staring out the rain-streaked window. At least it wasn’t storming, and the rain even showed signs of letting up. The redhead would be entirely grateful of that. Rainy weather made her lethargic—not just in the sense that everyone felt, but power-wise… she wasn’t feeling so fantastic.
“Thank you,” she mumbled automatically once the cab pulled up in front of the immense building. Deann handed over a dollar less than owed, then exited the vehicle before he could say a word. What was he going to do about it? She doubted he could haul his oversized ass out of the seat and chase after her, demanding whole pay. With that image in mind, she walked up the steps with a smile on her face. Now here was where she had to pay wholly; there was no way she could shortchange anyone working here. Once through with the process of acquiring entry, she began the lazy stroll around the place.
First up was a painting of some nude woman emerging from an oyster. To the left was a male with wings carrying some other woman. And then to the right was a woman about to throw a robe onto the oyster-lady. “The Birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli,” she read to herself. “Huh.” How intriguing, she thought with an eyeroll. Why had she come here again? Already the place was dull. She guessed a myriad of the art here would feature nude females. Counting herself no lesbian (or real admirer of art), she regretted coming here.
Having spent that much money on entry though, she wasn’t in such a rush to leave. So she moved onto the next painting, Procession of the Relic of the True… “Say that ten times fast.” A giggle came from her as she turned her attention upward, to actually look at the piece. It depicted a load of people in front of some church.
If something interesting didn’t happen fast, she knew something was going to blaze.
SMASH IT UP, SMASH IT UP
i'm gonna kick you down, be cool tonight
hey, hey, hey, this app was made by SASS ATTACK ?! aka AJ at CAUTION 2.0. steal this and
she might just have to whip out her crew and challenge you and your crew to a dance off to
the death. this was inspired by another facebook survey and the titles belong to the song,
pete wentz is the only reason we're famous by cobra starship.
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