Post by rochelle blanchard on Oct 26, 2009 13:52:21 GMT -5
[/color][/center][/blockquote]ROCHELLE ELISE BLANCHARD
it started with a low light
" Hope is the dream of a soul awake. "
" L'espérance est le rêve d'une âme éveillée. "
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they ripped me from my bed
[/b][/color] Rochelle Elise Blanchard
NICKNAMES: Elle, Lise, Blanch
GENDER: Female
AGE: 18
SEXUALITY: Straight
YEAR: Senior
CLIQUES: spray paint, calligraphy, face paint
MAJORING IN: fashion design
FACE CLAIM: Becky Lou Filip
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my bloodtype, they left a
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[/b][/color] The first and most important thing you should know about me? I'm a f*cking drama queen. Causing drama, being in the midst of drama, watching drama unfold...if something dramatic is going on, you can bet I'm either on the sidelines, or in the thick of things. My mom keeps telling me that I need to tone it down now that I'm a senior, but I think that's even more reason to keep it up. I'll make her happy and grow up once I've graduated.
2. I don't understand what everyone finds so fascinating about the fact that I'm French. Sure, I grew up in France, I speak French fluently, and I have an "adorable" French accent, but still... I've lived in the States for the past six years, my English is better than most of the students here, and I look just like everyone else. To be honest, the only thing I don't have in common with Americans is my sense of fashion. Maybe that's why everyone thinks I'm such a novel creature.
3. I'm a goddam.n b*tch first thing in the morning. 99.9% of the time, I'm a sweet, happy girl, but if it's before nine o'clock in the morning, you'd best stay the f*ck out of my way unless you want to get your head bitten off. People are always surprised when they come across me at an earlier hour and try to chat with me, because they quickly discover that I swear like a sailor...in English and French. Yes, even innocent looking girls like me can have a vulgar mouth. Get used to it.
4. Music is my muse. Seriously, if I don't have some kind of music playing while I'm designing, I can't work. That and silence makes me nervous. I have an over-active imagination, and it always gets out of hand when it's quiet, so I have to listen to music to help myself focus. Plus, designing while I'm listening to music is really neat in the sense that I can create an entire fashion show in my mind while I'm working, which always inspires me to work harder.
5. I have a terrible weakness for guys with dark or wacky hair. Or dimples. It's absolutely horrid, because I refuse to get involved with guys while I'm in school ( I've never had a boyfriend before, to tell you the truth ), but every time I walk through the school halls, I see at least one guy who piques my interest. I'm starting to think it would be nice to have at least one boyfriend before I graduate, but...I'm always at war with myself over it. What's more important, guys or school?
6. I'm an only child, so it took a sh*tload of convincing for me to get my parents to let me come to Robbins. They didn't want their baby girl away from home, I guess. I love my parents to pieces despite their over-protective attitudes, though, so I put up with it. I'm usually e-mailing them or calling home three or four times a week. They're finally getting used to the idea, which is good for me - picking a college is going to be tons easier if I don't have to worry about choosing somewhere close to home. Besides, my mom's younger sister ( they're seven or eight years apart, I think ) just had a baby, so the new nephew should keep them occupied.
7. To say I'm a party animal would be...a bit much. I enjoy going to parties and clubs, but I don't spend all my time getting wasted and dancing the night away. I wanted to be a dancer when I was little, but I fell out of a tree in our backyard and broke my leg when I was nine, so that was out of the picture. Fashion design is in no way a consolation prize, though. I guess you could say I wanted to do both when I was a kid, and when I couldn't make the decision for myself, it was made for me. God works in funny ways like that.
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STRANGE IMPRESSION
in my head, you know that i was hoping
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whoa there, my name is ellen and i happen to be of the female species. i currently have twenty-one number of candles on my cake but i've got four years (intermediate to advanced) under my belt. i found this quirky site through my best friend emmy and like the good little member i am, i know you want me to say peanut butter clarinets. by the way, you can contact me via keanaesurfergirl@hotmail.com or through PM. now i'll show you what i'm made of.
She turned at the sound of someone calling her name, catching a flash of cream colored paper out of the corner of her eye. When she realized there was no one there, the brunette strode over to the table and picked up the paper, turning it over in her hands. Rochelle gasped aloud and nearly dropped the sheet clutched between her fingers, her dark eyes widening. This design...it was absolutely breathtaking. Studying the design several times, she finally noticed the signature scrawled in the bottom right corner of the page. It was her own signature. Her hands trembled, and she quickly put the paper back down where she had found it when she heard her name being called again. She had to get out of here - whoever was looking for her sounded angry. Crouching down under the table, she searched for a second exit.
There! Rochelle shot out from under the table, heading towards the second door as fast as she could. The door leading out into the hall slammed open, and she squeaked in surprise, clapping her hands to her mouth a second later. It was a second too late - she had been heard. Stealth forgotten, she raced towards the door, a strong hand jerking her backwards just as her fingertips brushed the door's handle. "Not so fast." A masculine voice breathed in her ear, and Rochelle shuddered. This was it...she was going to be beaten or raped or killed or worse. She was spun around to face her captor. "Look at me!" Whimpering quietly, she shrank back from the voice, but refused to open her eyes. The male gave her a rough shake. "LOOK AT ME, DAMNIT!" Heart in her throat, Rochelle opened her eyes and saw--the familiar ceiling of her dorm room.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she scrambled out from under her covers and fell to her knees next to her bed, frantically searching for a blank piece of paper amidst the mess she had left strewn across the floor last night. She found one, and quickly snatched up a nearby pencil. Her hand was steady as she swiftly replicated the design she had seen in her dream/nightmare. In moments, it was done. Laying the paper and pencil down on her nightstand, Rochelle slid underneath the sheets, tucking her comforter up under her chin. It was only four in the morning, so she had a few more hours before she had to be at her first class. Getting a little bit more sleep seemed like a good idea. Hopefully a strange dream wouldn't interrupt her rest this time. Then again, if she came up with another amazing design in her dream, she wouldn't complain.
There! Rochelle shot out from under the table, heading towards the second door as fast as she could. The door leading out into the hall slammed open, and she squeaked in surprise, clapping her hands to her mouth a second later. It was a second too late - she had been heard. Stealth forgotten, she raced towards the door, a strong hand jerking her backwards just as her fingertips brushed the door's handle. "Not so fast." A masculine voice breathed in her ear, and Rochelle shuddered. This was it...she was going to be beaten or raped or killed or worse. She was spun around to face her captor. "Look at me!" Whimpering quietly, she shrank back from the voice, but refused to open her eyes. The male gave her a rough shake. "LOOK AT ME, DAMNIT!" Heart in her throat, Rochelle opened her eyes and saw--the familiar ceiling of her dorm room.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she scrambled out from under her covers and fell to her knees next to her bed, frantically searching for a blank piece of paper amidst the mess she had left strewn across the floor last night. She found one, and quickly snatched up a nearby pencil. Her hand was steady as she swiftly replicated the design she had seen in her dream/nightmare. In moments, it was done. Laying the paper and pencil down on her nightstand, Rochelle slid underneath the sheets, tucking her comforter up under her chin. It was only four in the morning, so she had a few more hours before she had to be at her first class. Getting a little bit more sleep seemed like a good idea. Hopefully a strange dream wouldn't interrupt her rest this time. Then again, if she came up with another amazing design in her dream, she wouldn't complain.
THAT I COULD LEAVE
this starcrossed world behind
this apptemplate was made by chaela and laurel from charcoal eyes, guys, and the titles are from spaceman by the killers
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