Post by mdma on Jun 11, 2010 17:52:43 GMT -5
BABY DOLL OSANNE
FULL NAME: Baby Doll Osanne.
NICKNAMES: Baby. Just Baby.
AGE: Sixteen years old.
PREFERENCE: Bi-curious.
HOMETOWN: Milan, Italy; Paris, France ; and Prague, Czech Republic.
CLASS STATUS: upper class (old money)
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: high school.
PLAY BY: Mona Johannesson
FAVORITE FOOD?
"My favorite food would have to be Chicken Flavored ramen noodles just the way they are. Not cup of noodle, the actual packet of Ramen noodles you have to make on the stove and all? I don't know why but I absolutely love it."
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
"No, but I would rather not have anyone know about that...It isn't exactly something I would love to advertise or am proud of at all."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"I don't really have a favorite color. If I had to pick, though, I would have to say black even though that really isn't a color."
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
"Of course! There was one time while at boarding school in France where I was with my boyfriend at the time and we were at a charity event and got arrested for drug possession. It turned out they got the wrong people..Well, person. It turned out he was a drug dealer and I just got all caught up in it all. It was embarrassing because a bunch of college scouts were there from top universities and them seeing me get arrested by mistake isn't always fantastic."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"Well, I don't drink alcohol unless it is a special event in which case I usually drink a Strawberry Margarita. For some reason those things just taste fantastic. But like I said, I drink rarely. So other than that I mostly just drink water. My favorite drink, though, I think would be strawberry milkshakes. I have a thing for strawberries after I heard that song Strawberry Fields Forever by the Beatles."
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
"In five years I see myself at either Cambridge or Oxford University. I do not plan on staying in the United States unless my father asks me to which I highly doubt since he is very big on my education as of late. I don't know exactly what I want to study but I hope to figure it out soon. Until then, my fall back is to study business."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
"I honestly do not have a favorite holiday. I never really celebrated Halloween and Christmas is only full of relatives I never met before. Too many bad things happened on New Years Eve and Day and as for any other holiday? I despise mother's day, especially after what happened four months ago and father's day only makes my father depressed because it reminds him of my mother and we aren't really religious so any of those holidays are out of the picture."
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
"I tell people, when they ask about my mother, that she is in a mental institute in the next city over just so they don't continue to ask about what happened. It isn't like I am looking for sympathy. Truth is, I'd rather think she was mentally ill and just away for a while than actually...dead. I'm just so pissed at her about it, you know? It totally wrecked my father to the point where he just can't fix himself. It's probably why I am so attached to him and constantly seek his approval. Keeping him occupied in my good grades and such is a lot better than him focusing on the fact the love of his life is dead."
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
"I prefer the day time. I like feeling the sun on my skin and in a way it reminds me of new beginnings. I can't sleep at night, either, which is why I don't really like it. I always end up going out for a jog or staying up late to do work for my classes because I honestly can't stand sleeping. I just keep seeing my mother and I just don't want to think about her. I have to focus on school and during the day I can stay distracted."
NAME A FANTASY?
"A fantasy? Well, I've always sort of wanted to just be successful both in my personal life and in whatever career path I go on. I've always been ambitious and very much so driven by my academics. In a way, you could say I'm a nerd. I've always wanted to like in a big penthouse with all my mother's old paintings, living on my own and just being completely independent. I mean, I know I have to be strong now for my father, but sometimes I do wish I could just live my own life, you know? Without having to constantly worry about my family all the time. But that's selfish so I guess my fantasy is a bit selfish...so I don't really think my fantasy will ever happen."
The more she ran, the better. Her long legs pumped in front of her and she was so glad both of her parents had great genes. She got her mother's bright eyes, her father's amazing personality, that sun kissed glow, and then a very proportional body. The best part about her assets was probably her ass. Round, plump, and smooth, It was seriously her favorite part of her body. But what she looked like was far from her mind though it was normally what she thought of while getting ready to go anywhere. With nothing but a skin tight white tank top and tiny blue shorts along with expensive looking running shoes, she didn't look drop dead fabulous as she normally did when attending her classes in everything designer ready. Her mother had never been big on the designer front, but her father had and he shoved it down her throat in the nicest way possible: trips to boutiques to look great not just the first day of school, but every day of school.
So she had already gotten off the phone with her father regarding dinner later tonight at some random fancy restaurant instead of her cooking them dinner and eating in his fancy apartment. Her mother's paintings weren't even up on the walls, not even pictures. The only thing that he seemed to bring with him from France and Italy was some weird glass shaped looking thing and she'd heard the story behind it a million and one times and never grew tired of it. It was, as her mother used to tell her, what happened when lightning struck sand and she said it happened not to far from them the day they first met in person on a beach somewhere in the Carolinas. None of them could remember which. She figured it was why they came to America-since mom had been American and probably the most drop dead gorgeous American she ever had the privilege of meeting. One could say Baby was a total sucker for her parents. She never really rebelled unless it was about going out somewhere she knew she probably shouldn't, and she always treated them with the most respect she could possibly give them. It was most likely due to the fact that they both respected her the same way and treated her as if she were everything to them and that without her they would have nothing. That and the fact her mother used to be dirt poor and constantly used to tell her to be grateful for everything she had...
Which she obviously was.
So the tall, slender, fit female was running on the beach, as she did every single day around the same time. to just think about everything going on lately. Only two short years ago her mother had her mental breakdown after some ex-fiancee of her's showed up on their doorstep. Only one short year ago she started visiting that psychiatrist some of her friends and even her father recommended in hopes that she would get over it and go back to her normal self. Only about four short months ago, Baby walked in on her father sitting on the floor of the bathroom clutching the lifeless body of her mother and crying. He was crying...The man she always viewed as flawless and beyond perfection was crying. Then came his drinking, then came the random thought of moving to America, him wanting her to attend SBH, and her now captain of the cross country team, member of the gymnastics team, and unable to keep her father from having a breakdown that could kill him like her mother's.
It wasn't fair, really. It wasn't her mother's fault, as much as Baby was still angry at her for it. Though it had been proven that her psychiatrist had initially and intentionally put the wrong dosage on her bottle of pills that kept her sane to make her purposely overdose...Well, Baby was still mad she had the breakdown in the first place. But that was why she was running, why she was lost in her own thoughts in the middle of the afternoon, and why she nearly ran into someone who decided to stand in her way, "What the," she didn't have time to finish her sentence as she sharply moved her body in the opposite direction so she wouldn't slam into them, momentum slightly catching up with her so she had to stop to catch her breathe, muttering a few curse words in French under her breathe.
So she had already gotten off the phone with her father regarding dinner later tonight at some random fancy restaurant instead of her cooking them dinner and eating in his fancy apartment. Her mother's paintings weren't even up on the walls, not even pictures. The only thing that he seemed to bring with him from France and Italy was some weird glass shaped looking thing and she'd heard the story behind it a million and one times and never grew tired of it. It was, as her mother used to tell her, what happened when lightning struck sand and she said it happened not to far from them the day they first met in person on a beach somewhere in the Carolinas. None of them could remember which. She figured it was why they came to America-since mom had been American and probably the most drop dead gorgeous American she ever had the privilege of meeting. One could say Baby was a total sucker for her parents. She never really rebelled unless it was about going out somewhere she knew she probably shouldn't, and she always treated them with the most respect she could possibly give them. It was most likely due to the fact that they both respected her the same way and treated her as if she were everything to them and that without her they would have nothing. That and the fact her mother used to be dirt poor and constantly used to tell her to be grateful for everything she had...
Which she obviously was.
So the tall, slender, fit female was running on the beach, as she did every single day around the same time. to just think about everything going on lately. Only two short years ago her mother had her mental breakdown after some ex-fiancee of her's showed up on their doorstep. Only one short year ago she started visiting that psychiatrist some of her friends and even her father recommended in hopes that she would get over it and go back to her normal self. Only about four short months ago, Baby walked in on her father sitting on the floor of the bathroom clutching the lifeless body of her mother and crying. He was crying...The man she always viewed as flawless and beyond perfection was crying. Then came his drinking, then came the random thought of moving to America, him wanting her to attend SBH, and her now captain of the cross country team, member of the gymnastics team, and unable to keep her father from having a breakdown that could kill him like her mother's.
It wasn't fair, really. It wasn't her mother's fault, as much as Baby was still angry at her for it. Though it had been proven that her psychiatrist had initially and intentionally put the wrong dosage on her bottle of pills that kept her sane to make her purposely overdose...Well, Baby was still mad she had the breakdown in the first place. But that was why she was running, why she was lost in her own thoughts in the middle of the afternoon, and why she nearly ran into someone who decided to stand in her way, "What the," she didn't have time to finish her sentence as she sharply moved her body in the opposite direction so she wouldn't slam into them, momentum slightly catching up with her so she had to stop to catch her breathe, muttering a few curse words in French under her breathe.
hey, it's mdma and this cupcake has been at it for
ten years now. they are eighteen years old.
