Post by lexi on Nov 17, 2011 20:46:10 GMT -5
lexington alicia raynard
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's lexington alicia raynard! i go by lexi, lex, queen bitch too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty-four & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm heterosexual? & that I'm from los angeles? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, the gang is calling. see ya'! history "When I was younger I had a pretty good life. My father was a forensic scientist for the L.A. crime lab of the police station. He was my hero and I loved him to death. My mom, now, was just a simple stay at home mother. She had the idea that the kids should grow up doing stuff on their own, so my older brother Saul and I did the dishes, our laundry, and cleaned our own room from the time we could reach whatever we were cleaning. Saul, of course, helped me every now and then, but I wanted to be like him so I mostly did everything myself. When I was ten years old, my father was caught in a crossfire at a murder scene....um...well, he was killed in the shooting...Excuse me for a moment... Alright, well, like I was saying, he was shot and killed by the suspect they were going after. I was in, I think I was actually in recess when I was called to the office. My mom was in there with my brother and he instantly came up to me and hugged me tighter than I ever remember. He was the one that told me that my father had died in the hospital after the shooting, my mother could not even open her mouth. I hated doing much after that, I barely passed the fifth grade and that is really saying something. Well, starting middle school wasn't exactly fun. My father's will was a bit fucked up and had everyone all confused with what he wanted to do with his money. My mother, of course, thought she would get it but oh boy was she dead wrong. He left it all for me and my brother, the problem was that we only got five hundred every year for the rest of our lives. Most kids would think that's amazing, but with my mother never really having to life a finger in her life, why would she think to start now? So Saul, my brother, and I had to use our money just to fucking be able to eat. Eventually, my father's life insurance money ran out and we were screwed. My mother turned to liquor as well. She had been fighting alcoholism all throughout my life, but when my father died she didn't feel the need to suppress it anymore. When I was sixteen, thankfully, I moved away from her. She was getting violent, so my brother and I had to just learn how to stand up for ourselves. I started running illegal merchandise for some of the gangs in town, I'd never go by my real name and I'd always pretty much play dress-up when I'd do it, it was almost a game to me. Even though I'm a bit of a mess now, I did graduate with honors and was homecoming queen in high school. I, well, just couldn't stand up to people's expectations anymore. So, that's pretty much why I started ignoring the law, I just think it's more fun that way. The only problem is that my brother is majorly disappointed in me, that's the only downside, honestly. Also, the fact that, yeah, I've been shot before and stabbed. I've lived, though, so it was no biggie. Eventually, I got involved with one of the gang members and joined because I wanted to make him happy. What can I say? Life of crime is just my calling, I'm fuckin' good at it so why not continue, right? Joined the gang he was in, where he eventually decided to split off from it and create his own drug loving gang. I was extremely fine with that, it's what I was better at, selling and trading merchandise. So I became his second in command, and I ruled with a fuckin' iron fist. But since the two shitheads decided to move I've followed them, I can't help but follow the fucking Venten...I can't stand him. But whatever, I'm here, and time to start with a fresh new slate and have a fuckin' blast." personality "I would say I'm pretty much amazing, to start off. Well, uh, just because I am. Yeah, you're probably thinking: "Oh, here comes some other chick that thinks she's all that and can't back it up worth shit." Am I right? The thing about me is, I don't have to worry about backing up what I say, people know I'm a hard ass bitch. I'll be the girl with every other girl's boyfriends around me and when you try to come up starting shit I'll literally take my pretty little butterfly knife out and cut your fucking eyes out. Yeah, I may not be the perfect little pretty homecoming queen I was in high school, but timse got hard and I've learned to stand up for myself. When it comes to guys, I try to be a good girl but why bother when they're just going to turn on you? See, guys are just going to play you so why not have your own fun with them. Sure, I will admit I'm a whore, but I have fun so everyone can go fuck themselves. I enjoy my life more than the average rich asshole, so who really has the better life: the girl who parties, has fun with friends, never gets hurt by guys, and is independent enough to make her own money her own way or the girl who paid for years of college just to be stuck in a job she hates, gets married but is cheated on by some asshole after they've already had two kids and has to spend all the money she made from her fancy college job just to pay for the divorce and fight for custody? Well, I must say, the first one sounds the best to me. But, to be honest, I do want a regular life, one that I'm not risking my ass just to get a hundred bucks. To settle down with a good man, one who has a good job but loves it, one that doesn't stick their neck out to get money illegally. Thing is, that isn't what I'm attracted to, they actually disgust me. I like danger, I like feeling my adrenaline pumping and living each day exactly like it'll be my last. Having sex with hot guys you just met and not seeing them the next day, sure it sounds dangerous and stupid to most but that's how I live. Yeah, I've had relationships, but screw 'em, every one of them were assholes. Oh, and no, my daddy issues are not the cause of how free I am, I'd like to blame my mom." | [atrb=width,200] |
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