Post by olivia on Jun 5, 2010 14:45:16 GMT -5
OLIVIA EVAN TAYLOR
FULL NAME: olivia evan taylor
NICKNAMES: liv, evan, livvy
AGE: twenty
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: miami, florida
CLASS STATUS: lower-middle class
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: college
PLAY BY: ellen page
FAVORITE FOOD?
I pretty much live for pasta. Ugh, it's sooooo good! I love italian food, and mexican food. Of course my favorite foods are what is the worst for you haha, but oh well it's just grub. Girl's gotta eat, right?
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
......yeah I am, okay? But I'm not all VIRGIN POWER! like the Jonas bros or anything. It's not that I haven't had the opportunity to, I just wanna actually like a guy before I decide to strip down for them.
FAVORITE COLOR?
Red and black, of course.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
What the hell kind of question is that? Of course I have embarrassed myself like the time I stole a pack of Bic lighters from Speedway for a bet, and got caught. Yeah...that was pretty stupid, but funny.
FAVORITE DRINK?
Dr. Pepper. Practically live on that drink.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
Hopefully getting the hell out of here. Getting a place of my own with Braxton (my little brother) and getting full custody over him.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Halloween
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
Most people don't know that Braxton isn't really my son because I have told people he is my son. He's really my younger brother, but I do that so people won't question why I raise him. Besides, it's no one elses business but my own.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
Night. When I can just sit back and relax
NAME A FANTASY?
....Like a sexual fantasy? Cause there is this one that involves me, Jensen Ackles, and a can of whip cream.....
Oh. You mean....haha....nevermind.
Rowan stepped into the Lobo, clad in what could only be described as every mans fantasy. Channeling an almost Barbarella type style, with a blue, suede, short jumpsuit that was skin tight and hugged every curve of her perfect body. She topped this off with a matching pair of blue, suede, knee high platform boots that made her look at least an inch taller than usual. Her raven, long hair was in lock, and very volumized on the top. Her make up was done how it usually was with slightly thick eyeliner, heavy mascara, and pink lip stick. She smirked as she strutted into the bar with all the confidence in the world, heading toward her boss's door with a spring in her step. Every man, and some women in the bar stopped and stared, practically drooling at the site of her risky outfit. She pulled her round, coke bottle, white sunglasses off her eyes and laid them to rest on the top of her head. Her blue eyes glanced around the room, grinning sexily toward the males, loving the jealous glances she got from the women. It was heaven, and she couldn't wait to see what Sully thought of her little outfit.
She sighed when she thought about early today when she had bought the outfit. How much she wanted to kill every person in that stupid store. They were sure as hell happy to help when they saw how much cash she brought to spend, but her personal taste had offended and shocked the shop keepers of the store. She didn't understand what the big deal was. If Jane Fonda could do it, then why couldn't she? She didn't personally think she was as good looking as Jane, or pulled off the look as well, but it didn't hurt to try. She didn't know why it bothered her all the sudden what they thought, which with every glance she got, she started not caring even more. It's not really that she cared, she just wished that she would've done something about it instead of just sitting there. She remembered when Sully had told her she couldn't just kill for any reason, and Rowan remembered her asking why the hell not. Rowan's problem was, was that she didn't care about anyone. She didn't care if they all were destroyed as long as she wasn't dragged down along with them. All she cared about was her job, and herself, and that's how it always was going to be.
She smirked once she reached his office door, the door slightly ajar. She rested against the door frame, posing sexily for him, sliding one hand up the door frame while her other rested on the curve of her hip. She looked her boss up and down, her smirk growing as well as her desire for him. She couldn't help but want to slam that man against his desk and remind his old ass of the real reason why he hired her, because to her, he was sexy. Plain fucking sexy, and it helped that he didn't think she was all too hideous either. Her blue eyes glared back into his, twinkling with mischief as she finally parted her lips to speak. "What's the tally today of how many morons I get to kill? I don't know how the hell you expect me to do this job without powder." she rolled her eyes, referring to cocaine as she walked into the office, shutting the door behind her.
hey, it's cierra and this gal has been at it for
seven years now. they are eighteen years old.
