1. yearbook questionnaire –
name: darla lefevre
place of birth: eatontown, nj
favourite subjects: physics, fashion marketing
least favourite subjects: english, developmental psychology
what i like most about freehold: the mall
favourite song, movie, book: anything secondhand serenade, breakfast at tiffany's
place of employment: al's barbecue
quote that summarises me: “The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.” -Groucho Marx
2. out of character – why do you want to be a part of this roleplay? do you think you can stay true to the character as written? what would be your second/third character choices?
I'm not exactly a die-hard bruce fan, but my friends are and i hear him from time to time. im not the type to get into music but i do listen to him. i would love to be apart of this roleplay because the idea is a great one and i find it so creative that the characters are completely taken from songs. I love darlas character, i love how she tries to be more then she is, because in reality i try to do what she does (not shoplifting, but stay on top of fashion, try to be the best person i can, and i have trouble trusting people who aren't my best friends). i think i could definitely bring a great story to the table and come up with great ideas for darla, this hasnt been my first roleplay, but i just started coming back to polyvore. my second choice would probably be jane rodriguez or sarah bourke.
3. a story – it doesn’t have to be a novel, but at least a few paragraphs.
The feeling of silk gives me goosebumps. It always has and it always will. As I slipped the ivory tunic over my head, I remembered today. It was an okay first day of school, I mean besides my more-than-perfect outfit and encountering über-kissible jimmy in the halls, it kinda felt suckish to be back.
A salesclerk in her mid-20's came over to my mound of clothes. "You know that's $200, right?" She looked at me like I couldn't afford it. Well I mean i couldn't, but that wasn't for her to know.
"Mhm," I murmured. I only had $50 that would have to last me the rest of the week. It was Al's fault, I missed two days of work last week so I didn't get paid. A ticking timer started to take over my ears. I started getting jittery and I felt a mental breakdown coming on. This always happened when I had to make a decision, no matter how small it was.
The timer went off, as I jolted towards my iPhone, mother was calling.
"DARLA," she screamed through the receiver. "Get your as.s home now! Where ARE you?!"
I looked at my watch, it was 6:30. Where does time go? I pulled the dressing room curtain behind me as a panicked with my phone in hand.
And in one swift motion, I stuffed the tunic in my Marc Jacobs purse, and non-chillantly walked out to my bike.
I know what you're thinking, "How DOES she do that??"
Well, I learned the skill in time, and soon you will as well.