Post by jordyn on Jun 8, 2010 18:46:55 GMT -5
Eleni Amerie Vancroft!
FULL NAME: Eleni Amerie Vancroft.
NICKNAMES: Lennie to some, but mostly just Eleni.
AGE: Nineteen.
PREFERENCE: heterosexual.
HOMETOWN: Greece, Italy.
CLASS STATUS: High middle class, low upper class.
CURRENT STATUS: Her heart is free for the taking.
MEMBER GROUP: Tourist, possible resident eventually.
PLAY BY: Audrina Partridge!
FAVORITE FOOD?
Luckily for me, I'm really in to vegtables, and not junk! Mushrooms and artichokes seem to be the pair that I enjoy most frequently.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
Well, yes, of course. Aren't you?
FAVORITE COLOR?
Peach, such a lovely color. It seems to go well with everything!
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
Oh, good God. Yes, and let's just say that my missing trait of balance was the catalyst most times.
FAVORITE DRINK?
Though I've never been exposed to much alcohol, I do enjoy red wine with dinner. Otherwise, I stick to sweetened water.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
To be completely honest, I'm not really quite sure. If this modeling thing that Lucie has started me with takes off, hopefully doing that! Not that I mind the lifeguarding job that she also set me up with for the summer, because I still get to enjoy the Miami ambiance and meet new people, but it's really not something that I plan on doing for the rest of my life.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Smaller holiday, Memorial Day; My grandfather was a General in the Italian army, so this day allows me to remember and honor him for all the good things he did for others in his lifetime. As for a bigger holiday, I really enjoy Christmas. It's one of those family traditions that I hope to pass on to my children someday.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
I'm really quite good at the piano and cello, at least, that's what my family tells me. I used to be first cello in the orchestra at my school, and I still practice it every now and again.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
I'm a little bit of both, really. Though, if I were to pick one, I'd say the daytime. I'm definitely not one to be staying up too late, because I tend to fall asleep randomly!
NAME A FANTASY?
Gosh, I'd really love to have this modeling career take off, meet a handsome gentleman and have a family. Maybe even convince him to come and live back home in Greece. How lovely would that be!
The sound of ocean water greeting the shoreline, accompanied by the caws of seagulls could be heard for miles around the coast of Monaco Bay. One would have difficulty getting lost on their way to the beach with the distinct fragrance of salt wafting about, the strong scent leading their senses toward it's source. The sight of this place alone was dazzling in spite of all of it's other qualities. With it's tropical plant-life and seemingly crystalline waves, it was not hard to be swept away by Monaco's beauty.
And right in the middle of it was Megan, laying casually on a beach towel on the pearly white sand. Through sunglass adorned eyes, she scoped the coast lazily as the sun blessed her caramel skin with it's rays. Beside her sat a SoBe strawberry lemonade, her current must-have beverage, and her phone that played soft tunes from it's library of music. 'Ahh, couldn't get much better than this.'
Her agent had been pestering her all week while she was away from her job site, well, her mother's job site. They were currently working on putting together her mother's pre-autumn line when Megan had left, leaving Marcus to pick up her slack, ergo why he had kept pestering her. She knew exactly how her mother was: a perfectionist that wouldn't quit until she got what she wanted, but right now, she didn't really seem to care. Marcus would live, hopefully.
As people passed her by, Megan could feel eyes on her, causing her confidence to boost a tad. Her slender, toned body was clad in one of her favorite suits, a Lacoste halter bikini with bow detailing that showed off enough skin, but not enough to be considered racy. She sat up, reaching down and picking up the cool glass bottle of the lemonade. Taking off the cap, she watched as children, who appeared to be natives, played in the remaining wake caused by nearby jet skis. She smiled and took a sip of her drink, it instantly hydrating her drying mouth.
Thoughts of her best friends came to mind as she saw a group of three girls walk along the shore. Megan instantly picked up her iPhone and brought her two closest friends up onto it's screen, Monique Chantelle and Madison Peirce. Both of them were supposedly in Monaco as well, but she hadn't been able to meet up with them since her own arrival late last night. Texting them both a quick 'Hey! Whats goin' on, girly?', she laid back down on the warm towel and set her phone back onto the cloth beside her, awaiting a 'ping' back from her friends.
Now that she thought about it, wasn't half of her school supposed to be here on the trip with her? Since was staying at one of the hottest hotels around, wouldn't she had seen at least one person she found familiar to her? Puzzled, she heard her phone go off once, and then twice, indicating that both of her texts had been responded to. She turned her body so that she was leaning on an elbow and her body shadowed the phone and then clicked both replies open with two taps of her pointer finger.
Both answers had been curious ones, Where are you at? Did you get to Monaco safely? Where are you staying? With a laugh, Megan replied to all of their questions and then looked up from her phone, suddenly missing someone to talk to. She wouldn't dare call Marcus back, knowing his constant inquiry would give her a headache. She viewed the strip once more, wanting to see a face of someone, anyone she recognized. Or maybe even someone new?
And right in the middle of it was Megan, laying casually on a beach towel on the pearly white sand. Through sunglass adorned eyes, she scoped the coast lazily as the sun blessed her caramel skin with it's rays. Beside her sat a SoBe strawberry lemonade, her current must-have beverage, and her phone that played soft tunes from it's library of music. 'Ahh, couldn't get much better than this.'
Her agent had been pestering her all week while she was away from her job site, well, her mother's job site. They were currently working on putting together her mother's pre-autumn line when Megan had left, leaving Marcus to pick up her slack, ergo why he had kept pestering her. She knew exactly how her mother was: a perfectionist that wouldn't quit until she got what she wanted, but right now, she didn't really seem to care. Marcus would live, hopefully.
As people passed her by, Megan could feel eyes on her, causing her confidence to boost a tad. Her slender, toned body was clad in one of her favorite suits, a Lacoste halter bikini with bow detailing that showed off enough skin, but not enough to be considered racy. She sat up, reaching down and picking up the cool glass bottle of the lemonade. Taking off the cap, she watched as children, who appeared to be natives, played in the remaining wake caused by nearby jet skis. She smiled and took a sip of her drink, it instantly hydrating her drying mouth.
Thoughts of her best friends came to mind as she saw a group of three girls walk along the shore. Megan instantly picked up her iPhone and brought her two closest friends up onto it's screen, Monique Chantelle and Madison Peirce. Both of them were supposedly in Monaco as well, but she hadn't been able to meet up with them since her own arrival late last night. Texting them both a quick 'Hey! Whats goin' on, girly?', she laid back down on the warm towel and set her phone back onto the cloth beside her, awaiting a 'ping' back from her friends.
Now that she thought about it, wasn't half of her school supposed to be here on the trip with her? Since was staying at one of the hottest hotels around, wouldn't she had seen at least one person she found familiar to her? Puzzled, she heard her phone go off once, and then twice, indicating that both of her texts had been responded to. She turned her body so that she was leaning on an elbow and her body shadowed the phone and then clicked both replies open with two taps of her pointer finger.
Both answers had been curious ones, Where are you at? Did you get to Monaco safely? Where are you staying? With a laugh, Megan replied to all of their questions and then looked up from her phone, suddenly missing someone to talk to. She wouldn't dare call Marcus back, knowing his constant inquiry would give her a headache. She viewed the strip once more, wanting to see a face of someone, anyone she recognized. Or maybe even someone new?
hey, it's jordyn and this gal has been at it for
seven years now. they are seventeen years old.
