Post by kendra isabel barnes on Sept 15, 2009 6:55:16 GMT 1
kendra isabel barnes
nineteen . student . fashionista
nineteen . student . fashionista
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]kendra isabel barnes.
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]ken for short.
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]nineteen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]
- creative
- fashionista
- model
- dork
- partier
- outgoing
- fun loving
- honest
- attractive
- smart
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]Her father's name is Daniel Louis Barnes , who is an astounded architect in Los Angeles, California. Her mother's name was Alycia Daniella DeSimone Barnes , who made her living as an actress and model until she had to spend most of her time trying to recover from an advanced form of breast cancer. Unfortunately, her mother recently passed away less than a year ago; something that Kendra still isn't exactly comfortable talking about.
Since her mother's death, Kendra decided to move as far away as possible, which means as far away as her father has allowed her to, Miami. Hoping to fulfill her dreams and find happiness in herself, Kendra transferred schools and picked up her California lifestyle to live it up in South Florida.
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ooc name: jessicaa (:
pb being used: mischa barton
years of experience: four and a half
membergroup: student
Clack, clack, clack. He could hear the heels of the Gucci velvet cuffed booties echoing through the quiet hallway. To him, they were like those little collars that cats wear, the ones with a bell on it so that you always can hear the little feline coming your way. However, this time he heard the heels clicking against the hard wood floors, Derret wasn’t dreading the small girl inside the booties, no not at all, he was actually quite the opposite. It bothered him that she had just taken all of her things from his apartment and continuously rejected his calls. He knew that she had been heartbroken when her mother passed away, but he didn’t see the point in her just running out on him too, she needed him, she had to, didn’t she?
As soon as Hayden rounded the corning to her apartment door she suddenly regretted it, because standing in front of her lonely doorstep was the one person she did not plan on seeing for a long time. Derret wasn’t the type of guy that chased around girls that wouldn’t answer his phone calls. He was more the type to go out and let paparazzi take scandalous photos of him and some other whore and let you find out the next day when you walk past a magazine stand. Catching her breath, Hayden adjusted the cinched kohl bowtie around her waist and then proceeded to smooth out the invisible wrinkles in her black mini cut skirt, recently purchased from the Armani Exchange. Once she was content with the horror of seeing Derret so soon, the twenty year-old cleared her throat and flipped her curled brown locks over one of her shoulders and dug her key out from her clutch. “Why are you here?” The apparent hatred dripped off of the words as she unlocked the door and slipped inside, not bothering to hold the door for him. She kicked him out of her life on purpose, he was ruining the plan, he wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Hay, calm down, you haven’t been answering when I ring, I didn’t know what else to do.” Derret pushed the door closed behind him and followed the Brazilian princess into her bedroom. Just glancing at the bed made the hairs on his neck stand straight up, letting the chills subside in his lower back. How many nights had he let her drag him to that same king-sized bed and how many countless hours had they spent fooling around under those same sheets? His eyes shifted back to Hayden when he realized that it had been over four months that she had stopped speaking to him. She was slowly taking off her jacket and his eyes lingered on a glimpse of her bare neck, his body tensing as he automatically lurched forward and placed a hand on her too-thin waist. He twisted her body around so that she was reluctantly facing him. “Hayden, talk to me.” He knew that he was pleading with her, but he was out of ideas on how to get her back, or even what he did to lose her.
Hayden put her hands on his chest, so that she could balance herself as she felt her knees go weak. His touch made her want to reconsider every little decision she had made about leaving him for good. But as she started to lean in, giving in to her natural instincts, she remember one of the last phone calls with her mother, “Little Alycia, you have found one of the most perfect men in all the world. In fact darling, he almost compares to your daddy. Aren’t you thrilled that he’s flying up with you next month? I can’t wait until the day he becomes my son-in-law, cupcake.” And just as her mother’s face popped into her mind, Hayden dug her acrylic nails into Derret’s shoulders and pushed him away, now she could remember perfectly her reasons for never wanting to speak to him again. “I have nothing to say to you and don’t tell me to calm down. I’m perfectly calm Derret, please leave.” She could feel her throat tighten as she forced herself to hold back her tears. She had to hold them back; she couldn’t show him all the hurt that was still there. She had already put him through what she thought was the worst of it, but there was still so much left. Shuffling back to her bedroom door, she held it open for him, hinting for him to leave. Of course she still loved Derret, he was gorgeous, sweet, caring, had plenty of money, and most of all he loved her too. But every time she saw him, he only reminded her of her mother, and that made her want to die inside.
