Post by Shade on Jan 23, 2011 17:10:00 GMT -5
VivianeMarinaLoquet
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I wanna break the mold. Wanna break the stereotype.[/color]
Fist in the air,[/color]
I'm not going down without a fight. It's my life,[/color] ●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••●••● [/color]
She would bet a lot of money that she wasn't supposed to be here.She could vaguely remember telling her mother she was going out shopping with a few mates. After her recent run in with the police her mother had been more cautious about what her daughter spent her time doing. She had said something about her being a bad role-model for her younger siblings, Viviane hadn't really been listening. Her parents knew she wasn't listening, she didn't have time to be sensible and careful, she had 70 years to live and she wasn't going to miss a second.
Her mother wouldn't care anyway, Viviane knew her mother secretly adored her rebellious streak. Sarina Loquet would much rather have an independent, strong daughter than a slutty one.
She flexed her muscles and grinned at the wall, facing it down. She began her run, building up speed in the ten meters she had chosen as a runway. Then she was in the air and one foot had kicked off the wall and her hands had locked onto the top of the other wall. She grunted and heaved herself up so she was sitting on the old soot covered wall. Her jeans were filthy from the many attempts to get onto what remained of the roof, it didn't matter much, they were already ripped and worn. Viviane casually rubbed her fingers on her top, leaving long dark streaks on the dark green material.
She loved it around here, the outskirts of New York, away from the shiny towers and the silver offices. It was raw and exhilarating and you had to work to get places, had to work to climb higher to get that view. Her muscled body was tense from use, but adrenaline was still pumping around her system and in a minute she was going to try and run along that beam. The one that ran across the length of the church and joined onto the flat, sturdy roof that had been spared an ashy grave.
That was, if something more interesting didn't come up.
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I'm not sitting on the sidelines watching it pass me by.[/color]
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TAG::[/color]...?![/size]
OUTFIT::[/color] Ripped jeans Here Dark green top here ?[/size]
WORD COUNT::[/color] 347?![/size]
NOTES::[/color] First time rping with Viviane
CREDIT::[/color] template credit to PANIC?! AT THE MOULIN ROUGE of CAUTION 2.0 Lyrics are from FINGERPRINTS BY KATY PERRY Steal and face my evil kitties. [/size][/center]
