On ego (Daisie)
From Badrp
| A young woman walks into the Nexus. But that is to strip the beauty from the bones. She is tall, of regal bearing and bone-shaking beauty. She is young, but it is difficult to guess her exact age; her eyes are ancient; dark diamonds set in coffee. She is dressed in the modern fashion: a lilac dress wrapped to hug her skin over jeans embroidered with butterflies, sandals that reveal her scarlet-painted toes. Her shoulder-length curls are in turns strands of gold, twists of chocolate, rivers of ink. | 
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... bitch, please. Bone-shaking beauty. Wow, that's a spectacularly hideous phrase that, incidentally, cannot qualify as poetic because you used "bones" in the previous sentence. You're trying to be original. You're just being retarded, though.
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*A young woman walks in through one of the many portals leading to a planet Earth. Her hair is rather long curls of a color somewhere between sunny yellow and platinum blonde. She's wearing a long brown sheath dress and a shawl crocheted of golden threads. Approaching the assembled, she scans the crowd, then smiles brightly.* Hello! Isn't it a beautiful day? My name is ------. I understand that some of my family comes here, from time to time. I would so love to see them, if they'd be good enough to step forward? Oh! And a question. Don't you just love a nice, home-cooked meal? What's your favorite, and why? |
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Yet another character in her vast range of "pretty, oh so sweet, incredibly nice, and zomg powerful enough so she can't be hurt easily" characters. Oh wait, I forgot BORING AS HELL in that. *falls asleep*
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| Edward's trying to tell me, now, that I'm not insane. As if he has any idea what's going on inside my head. And of course he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to what I actually said. So much better to try and upset me than face the truth. |
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What is she, on Jerry Springer? "YOU DON'T KNOW ME! AH DO WHAT AH WANT!!" Grow up, please. I'm getting depressed for YOUR sake.
