Post by penelope on May 13, 2010 21:35:20 GMT -5
PENELOPE GRACE WINDSOR
FULL NAME: penelope grace windsor
NICKNAMES: penny, grace
AGE: twenty-three
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: cardiff, wales
CLASS STATUS: working middle class
CURRENT STATUS: single, looking
MEMBER GROUP: tourist
PLAY BY: haley bennett
FAVORITE FOOD?
asian. no seriously. japense, chinese, thai, korean..i love it all.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
oh, no. lost my virginity when i was fifteen. stupid of me really, now that i think back on it. i'm forever attached to this guy who doesn't remember my name and barely recognizes my face.well, you win some, you loose some.
FAVORITE COLOR?
hmm..cream. any neutral color really. and pastels! i love ocean-y colors.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
countless times. the worst is when your performing in front of someone and you fall. you have to learn to roll with it, but i never quite get over the embarassment.
FAVORITE DRINK?
banana-chocolate smoothies.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
hopefully still dancing, maybe getting ready to open up my own studio somewhere. traveling the world would be nice.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
new years. it's just a good time for everyone. so much excitement and happiness. i thrive off the energy on new years eve. nothing like a new year to bring a regenerated wave of hope to millions of people. amazing, really.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
i'm allergic to pesto. i speak fluent spanish. i don't eat white bread. i have a weird obsession with shakira. and my hips? they don't lie.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
as long as i've got life, anytime of day is good for me.
NAME A FANTASY?
i know it sounds dumb, but i really wish i could talk to animals. every since i was a kid and watched dr.dolittle, i've wanted to. i woke up every day and tried to talk to my cat, my dog, my fish, the squirrel outside my window - any animal. my dreams were crushed, but hey, you never know. maybe one day, i'll wake up and understand birds.
Busted. The word could even commit the same effect of what she was really feeling. She closed her eyes in anticipation for the novel of a speech she was about to get from her music teacher. Jaquie herself was a medical major at the school, but she had joined the elective class, Last Chance Sing! , when she was a sophomore. It was for who enjoyed music and singing but had to desire to do it as more than a hobby. She slowly turned from her drunken companion as he staggered a way. Jaquie wished she could do the same. Just stagger away, laugh it off, and forget it all even happened. She glanced at her bar-tending friend with pleading eyes. Alexander did nothing but shrug his shoulders and mouth, "Good luck." before shrinking away and busing himself with a customer that didn't need to be helped. Coward. But she couldn't blame him for being one. The senior wanted to do the exact same thing. Just shrink away as if the situation didn't involve her at all.
" Mr. Lane ... " she paused trying to put her thoughts together. What excuse could she come up with? She was a minor in a club that was meant for people twenty-one and over. Everything about the situation spelled illegal. There was no way to sugar coat it, no matter what she said. Finally giving up, she just gave a guilty sigh. " Look, I know this looks real-ly bad, but I promise you I'm not doing anything illegal. Other than being here." Riiight. Because she also hadn't smuggled five other students of Vocational High School into the club either. Jeopardizing them in the event that they had also been found out. This whole girls night out was beginning to sound like a disaster. All she wanted to do was give some girls who truly deserved a fun night out just that. So much for being kind. Maybe going back to being bitchy would have just been easier.
Even she knew how bad that sounded. She closed her lips tightly as her throat became sore. She was choking up. Trying relentlessly to hold back her tears, her bright eyes glossed over. Jaquie had never coped well with disappointing anyone. And that is exactly what she felt she was doing. His face, his tone of voice, it read disappointment to her. She gulped, her bottom lip trembling. "I. I didn't mean t-to do anything wrong." She was silently hoping that the darkness of the club would conceal her expression. She didn't want to seem any more weak and helpless than she felt. Jaq looked away for a minute, and by chance caught the same red-head Feodor had spotted walking toward her, beaming. The blond shook her head as unnoticeable-y as she could,but just gave up as her friend kept walking toward her, a confused expression on her face. She tilted her head to Feodor and mouthed "No." It was then that it all finally clicked, and it was then that the red haired student turned on her heel and sped away, an alarmed and panicked expression on her face.
" Mr. Lane ... " she paused trying to put her thoughts together. What excuse could she come up with? She was a minor in a club that was meant for people twenty-one and over. Everything about the situation spelled illegal. There was no way to sugar coat it, no matter what she said. Finally giving up, she just gave a guilty sigh. " Look, I know this looks real-ly bad, but I promise you I'm not doing anything illegal. Other than being here." Riiight. Because she also hadn't smuggled five other students of Vocational High School into the club either. Jeopardizing them in the event that they had also been found out. This whole girls night out was beginning to sound like a disaster. All she wanted to do was give some girls who truly deserved a fun night out just that. So much for being kind. Maybe going back to being bitchy would have just been easier.
Even she knew how bad that sounded. She closed her lips tightly as her throat became sore. She was choking up. Trying relentlessly to hold back her tears, her bright eyes glossed over. Jaquie had never coped well with disappointing anyone. And that is exactly what she felt she was doing. His face, his tone of voice, it read disappointment to her. She gulped, her bottom lip trembling. "I. I didn't mean t-to do anything wrong." She was silently hoping that the darkness of the club would conceal her expression. She didn't want to seem any more weak and helpless than she felt. Jaq looked away for a minute, and by chance caught the same red-head Feodor had spotted walking toward her, beaming. The blond shook her head as unnoticeable-y as she could,but just gave up as her friend kept walking toward her, a confused expression on her face. She tilted her head to Feodor and mouthed "No." It was then that it all finally clicked, and it was then that the red haired student turned on her heel and sped away, an alarmed and panicked expression on her face.
hey, it's leslie and this gal has been at it for
three and a half years now. they are seventeen years old.
