Post by ROXANNE MCLEOD on Jun 26, 2012 15:21:01 GMT -5
ROXANNE JAIME MCLEOD
SIREN
SIREN
will you play with me ?
"What's your name? I'm Macon Ravenwood."Roxanne Jaime McLeod, but what's it to you, old man? I'm nothing compared to you, and you should notice. But clearly, you don't. Anyways, call me Roxanne. Or, better yet, Jaime. Or, to top it all off, Hot Goddess. Yeah, I like that last one quite a bit.
"I see. So how old are you?"I'm sixteen. Not quite legal yet, but hey. If you've ever seen me party, you would know I sure act like I am. Legal, that is.
"Boy or girl? I'm sure I can tell, but this is just for the records."Well, in case you couldn't tell yet, I'm a chick. If that isn't good enough for you, old man, female. Lady. Whatever.
"Who do you look like?"Hey. Don't you know it, I look exactly like Leighton Meester. Or so I've been told. Which means I've got that rocking body that creeps on the internet are always talking about. Long, chestnut hair and dark eyes. Pale complexion and long, slim legs. Hey, I'm a looker, and problem is, I know it. When you first look at me, if I'm not giving you that winning grin then you just might happen to think that I'm innocent. (I'm not, in case you couldn't tell, Grandpa.) All in all... I'm sexy and I know it.
"Very good. Who do you act like?"Oh, because you couldn't already tell my personality from the introduction you already got? Well, I'm loud. I don't care what you think, I'll say whatever I want to, whenever I want to. I answer to nobody. Despite my pretty looks, I've got a hard shell that you're not about to bust open. Hey, on the inside, I might be a bit of a softie . . . but don't hold your breathe. Or, you know, maybe you should. I've been known to be reckless and rude and unforgiving. I've been claimed dark, but that doesn't mean I have to be completely and totally heartless all the time. That doesn't change the fact that sometimes I can be. I use my powers of persuasion to get what I want, but I haven't exactly mixed in with become one with the other dark people yet. But hey, it's only a matter of time. Anyways, I'd rather fly solo. Yup, that's me, the loner. I tend to not be with other people, and I'm not one of those girls who wants to be with a guy every chance she gets, although they certainly would want to be with me. Oh, and in case you couldn't tell...
I'm a little bit arrogant.
"I see. And what has your past been like for you? This is the last question, I can assure you."My past? Well, it's not like I've watched my completely innocent mother die in a car crash with my aunt and uncle. It's not like I was the only survivor. It's not like I watched my father drink himself into a stupor. It's not like any of that happened at all. In fact, you could almost say I had a normal past.
Did I mention I'm sarcastic, too?
Because, truthfully, all that did happen.
