Post by BEA OLIVIA HOWLETT on Jul 3, 2012 11:19:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #cbc5ca, bTable][tr][cs=2] bea olivia howlett. twenty. college student. rosie huntington-whiteley. | |
[rs=2] | your name is gorgeous, explain how you got it. |
"I wouldn‘t exactly call the name Beatrice gorgeous, but whatevs, everyone calls me Bea anyway. Beatrice was my mother’s choice. She‘s pretty image obsessed and thought it would give us the image of a wealthy and cultured family. She‘ll tell you she chose it from Shakespeare’s play ‘Much Ado About Nothing’, but I’m pretty sure that she just piked it because some Prince in England named his daughter it. If it’s good enough for royalty, it’s good enough for her, I guess. But it means ‘voyager through life’, pretty neat, huh? But yeah, call me Bea, - refer to me as Beatrice and I might just slap you one. "
whats your homelife like? describe your family[/color][/i][/font]
"Pretty messed up, if I’m honest. I’m the youngest of five kids, and I’ve always been the baby. I’m pretty sure I was an accident as the sibling closest to me in age is ten years older. If my mother was here she’d be nudging me, telling me to tell you all about our old fancy house with the pool, and window seats and balcony. I guess everyone thought we were the perfect family - my Dad was a successful business man and my mother stayed at home, looking after us, baking pies, going to yoga lessons - pretty much the real life Wisteria Lane, huh? But no one was exactly happy. My Dad’s been having affairs ever since I can remember. Mama knew of course, but my Dad was wealthy, and without him she was nothing, so she turned a blind eye. I, however, never turned a blind eye. I’d act out at school, so much so that my parents moved me to an all girls boarding school nearby from the age of nine. It was then I really got into dance. I’d been doing ballet since I was tiny, but at this time I spent most of my free time dancing, refusing to hang out with the girls who just liked to read and play chess. When I moved up to the middle school, the best news came for me: it was twinned with a nearby private boys boarding school. Aged thirteen was when my unhealthy interest in the male species began. I’ve always looked older than I am, and I completely used that to my advantage. I started going to illicit parties in the wood between the two schools, and random hook ups with guys that were too old ensued. At sixteen, it turned to girls, and a string of girlfriends started then, much to my parents dismay. It’s not that I was, or am, bisexual, I just like to have fun, I guess. Everything changed when I turned seventeen. I can still remember being home one weekend, and opening the door to a policeman. At the time I was thing ‘oh god, what’ve they caught me doing?’ Turned out they’d caught my Dad engaged in ‘fraudulent activities’ in his business. Basically, he’d made millions illegally. So then he was in prison, and it was just me and my Mother. Since the only thing that had kept her marriage to my father alive was gone, she filed for divorce, and I lived with her in a dingy apartment in the city centre for about four months. Those four months were all I could stand - she had never cared much for me before, so why was she now? So I moved in with my eldest brother and his wife and kid, since he had also pretty much cut off all tie with our family as well. And then, after I graduated school, I moved here, starting majoring in dance with a minor in psychology at the university, since my brother offered to pay for it. And I guess here I am."
now describe yourself, what are you like?[/color][/i][/font]
"Let’s just say I’m not the nicest person you’ll ever meet. I mean, I’m just being honest. I’m sure you get so many girls coming in here like ‘blah blah blah I’m daddy’s little princess, I love watching the sunset and puppies and cooking’ and that’s just not me. If I don’t like something, you’ll know about it. I can be quite hot-headed and rush into a lot of things. I’d like to say that all these things make me a strong individual, but, honestly, they just kind of make me a bitch. But I’m a dancer, and dancers are bitches. That’s just the way it is."
what do you like to do? what are your interests?[/color][/i][/font]
"I love to dance. If I had it my way, I’d be part of the New York ballet troupe by now, but I haven’t got so lucky yet, so we’ll just see. I also love vegetarian sushi, - I pretty much live off the stuff. I don’t eat meat or fish, so it’s pretty much the whole of my diet. I love Autumn. I know, I know, what’s a girl who loves autumn doing in California? Yeah, I miss browning leaves, and scarves and drinking hot chocolate, but hey, tans are hot. Talking of tans, I love the guys around here. Cute, right? I run a lot. I find it’s the best way to clear my head, gets some space and stuff. Oh and I’m a coffee addict! Nothing starts a day better than a cuppa joe and a cig out on the window ledge of my apartment."
what are some things you hate? things you could definitely live without[/color][/i][/font]
"Mmm, I’d love to say I don’t hate anything, but I’m not that much of an optimist. I hate babies. They’re so small, it’s unreal, and just yuk and dribbly. My brother has two kids, and they’re both devils. I’m probably the worst auntie in the world. I hate meat. I wish I could tell you I’m some activist who thinks it’s cruel to animals, but I really couldn’t care less. It’s because once, when I was like nine, we went on a school trip to a butchers - yeah, I don’t know why either. Anyway, the look of raw meat is completely disgusting, so I cut it out of my diet completely. I hate sweet girls. The ones that act like they’re coated in sugar when they’re probably huge bitches. I guess I don’t like girls that much in general."
what are your fears? what are you afraid of doing?[/color][/i][/font]
"I hate the ocean. I’ve never been in it, even though I live pretty close by. Just the thought of fishes and other stuff being so close is horrible. Plus, the sea is huge: who knows what happens if you get washed out. I’ve also never been on a boat. I don’t mind water, I’m a lifeguard at a pool in my spare time - it’s just the ocean that I really don’t like."
what is one of your biggest secrets? we won't tell, we promise.[/color][/i][/font]
"I don’t exactly tell people that my dad’s in prison. I mean, when you say your dad’s in prison, people imagine some burly skinhead with tattoos who beat someone up. So I just say I’m out of touch with my parents, which is true. And people don’t tend to pry any more than that. I guess my other secret is this tattoo I have, here, just on my ribcage. The number 27 was my only ever boyfriend’s football jersey number - I know, it’s incredibly lame. But I never usually let myself get attached because people always leave, or let you down. But I was sixteen and such an idiot, and I honestly thought he was so perfect, and I wanted something permanent to represent that, hence the tattoo. Except two months down the line he was gone. I’ve learnt since that nobody’s worth that, people do always leave. He was my first and last boyfriend. So anyway, I don’t let people know I was ever that dependent, and just say I’m a huge ice hockey fan, and Ron Hextall was my favourite player - his jersey number is 27, you see."
what's your relationship status? are you single? taken? eying someone?[/color][/i][/font]
"Most definitely single. Like I said earlier, I’ve only ever had one boyfriend. I’m twenty you see, why should I bother settling down? I’m my own person, I don’t belong to anyone. Plus, why start a relationship if it’s only going to end anyway? You go from friends to lovers and then you don’t speak at all. At least with hook ups you don’t ever pretend you care for the person. It’s a win win situation in my eyes."
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hot-headed. determined. impulsive.
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