Post by Evita Whyatt on Aug 8, 2006 14:46:20 GMT -5
THIS SENSATIONS OVERWELMING
Sighing, the tall female walked down the pathway. Her blonde hair with blue and black streaks fell over her shoulders, and her bangs hid her heavy eyeliner surrounded brown eyes. Today she wore not much, just a black miniskirt, black fishnet tights, small black shoes with a slight heel, and a black corset tanktop. Her fingernails were painted black, and she wore heavy grey eyeshadow along with the eyeliner. Suprisingly, she wasn't wearing any lipstick today. Normally she did. She liked looking good. She was a model. It was her job. But still, sometimes she liked just going around, somewhat plain. It helped her to fit in, kindof. She always stuck out. She was beautiful, or so she was told, and that always caused people to stare at her. She had more guys, and girls, flocking to her than anybody else she knew. Then again, the way she dressed kind of sent them away as well. You could say she was punk. I guess of all the stupid stereotypes out there, punk would fit her best. But don't you dare label her, or she'll bitchslap you faster than you can blink.
GIVE ME A LONG KISS GOODNIGHT
Pausing a moment to think, Evita tried to figure out exactly why she was at Sea World. It had absolutely nothing to do with Egypt, her passion. She loved Egypt. Absolutely obsessed with it. And she didn't know why. She just did. It fascinated her more than anything else. She had honestly considered reverting back to the old Egyptian religion. Hell, she even named her ferret Isis for crying out loud. She was obsessed. Completely, completely, obsessed. Then again, she also loved modeling. She had been modeling since she was probably thirteen, something around that age. Before she just did little adds and things like that. She was never a runway model, she was deathly afraid of those things. She actually just loved getting her picture taken, or being the one to take the picture. But now that she lived in New York, she could study at the college and be a model, and it would all balance out. Before, back at home, it was a win/lose situation. Now that she was here, it seemed more like a win/win.
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT
Smiling to herself, she turned up the music on her iPod. Currently it was blasting Green Day into her ears. Oh, how she loved Green Day. Worshiped them. But not as much as the Dresden Dolls. Oh no. Nothing could compare to them. But still.. she loved Green Day. She named her Newfoundland Billie, so you could say she had a little obsession. Yeah.. whatever. Even though she lived in a tiny apartment, she still had yet one more pet. A white Shiba Inu named Onyx. Yes. A white dog named Onyx. She loved that name, and most Shiba Inus were white, or something close to that colour. So she just felt like naming a white dog Onyx. Got a problem with that? Then go complain to somebody else, but not Evita. No, not her. She'll smack your head off before you can get into your second sentence. She's not exactly one for forgiveness, either. Her old neighbor ran over her cat when she was seven. She never, ever forgave her neighbor. She terrorized them all the long while she lived with her parents. They finally moved out, having her cause them too much misery. But now Evita was through with highschool, and was in her second year of college. She was trying to major in Egyptology, but you never know when things could change. But right now she was content with the life she was living. Quite happy, and very content.
TELL ME THAT I WONT FEEL A THING
Sighing, the tall female walked down the pathway. Her blonde hair with blue and black streaks fell over her shoulders, and her bangs hid her heavy eyeliner surrounded brown eyes. Today she wore not much, just a black miniskirt, black fishnet tights, small black shoes with a slight heel, and a black corset tanktop. Her fingernails were painted black, and she wore heavy grey eyeshadow along with the eyeliner. Suprisingly, she wasn't wearing any lipstick today. Normally she did. She liked looking good. She was a model. It was her job. But still, sometimes she liked just going around, somewhat plain. It helped her to fit in, kindof. She always stuck out. She was beautiful, or so she was told, and that always caused people to stare at her. She had more guys, and girls, flocking to her than anybody else she knew. Then again, the way she dressed kind of sent them away as well. You could say she was punk. I guess of all the stupid stereotypes out there, punk would fit her best. But don't you dare label her, or she'll bitchslap you faster than you can blink.
GIVE ME A LONG KISS GOODNIGHT
Pausing a moment to think, Evita tried to figure out exactly why she was at Sea World. It had absolutely nothing to do with Egypt, her passion. She loved Egypt. Absolutely obsessed with it. And she didn't know why. She just did. It fascinated her more than anything else. She had honestly considered reverting back to the old Egyptian religion. Hell, she even named her ferret Isis for crying out loud. She was obsessed. Completely, completely, obsessed. Then again, she also loved modeling. She had been modeling since she was probably thirteen, something around that age. Before she just did little adds and things like that. She was never a runway model, she was deathly afraid of those things. She actually just loved getting her picture taken, or being the one to take the picture. But now that she lived in New York, she could study at the college and be a model, and it would all balance out. Before, back at home, it was a win/lose situation. Now that she was here, it seemed more like a win/win.
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT
Smiling to herself, she turned up the music on her iPod. Currently it was blasting Green Day into her ears. Oh, how she loved Green Day. Worshiped them. But not as much as the Dresden Dolls. Oh no. Nothing could compare to them. But still.. she loved Green Day. She named her Newfoundland Billie, so you could say she had a little obsession. Yeah.. whatever. Even though she lived in a tiny apartment, she still had yet one more pet. A white Shiba Inu named Onyx. Yes. A white dog named Onyx. She loved that name, and most Shiba Inus were white, or something close to that colour. So she just felt like naming a white dog Onyx. Got a problem with that? Then go complain to somebody else, but not Evita. No, not her. She'll smack your head off before you can get into your second sentence. She's not exactly one for forgiveness, either. Her old neighbor ran over her cat when she was seven. She never, ever forgave her neighbor. She terrorized them all the long while she lived with her parents. They finally moved out, having her cause them too much misery. But now Evita was through with highschool, and was in her second year of college. She was trying to major in Egyptology, but you never know when things could change. But right now she was content with the life she was living. Quite happy, and very content.
TELL ME THAT I WONT FEEL A THING
