Post by ruby9 on Jul 18, 2012 1:48:04 GMT -5
 stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]RUBY FULL NAME: josie alexa arlington ALIAS: jo, alex, lex, lexi DATE OF BIRTH: july 15th, 1992 AGE: twenty OCCUPATION: server and escort at sublime SEXUALITY: bisexual PLAY BY: giovanna lancellotti UNIVERSITY [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]all about me ugh. what the hell. i'm just going to start. so for my creative writing class, they want us to do an autobiography book. this is just a rough draft but whatever. i'm sure i'll get around to polishing it eventually. the prof wants us to write about our life, preferably on a daily basis. but clearly, this is not going to happen. i don't even remember what the fuck i ate last night, let alone every day of my life for the past twenty years. originally, i was born in los angeles, california. at six months, i was adopted to this couple that have been trying for a kid for years before they found out that the girl wasn't able to reproduce. i don't remember anything from it. it was a short stay. they kept me for a grand total of three months before they decided they weren't ready for a kid and put me back in an orphanage. it wasn't long before i was adopted into another family. i was with them until i was two years old. the reason they didn't want me was because they finally succeeded in giving birth to a baby girl. so it was obvious that the second they had their own child, they didn't need me anymore. once again, i was back to the orphanage. and by that time, i was already starting to be classified as "too old." no one wanted to adopt kids that were already so big. i stayed with that orphanage until i was about five years old and then i was placed into foster care. and from then on, it was just move after move, foster care after foster care. i can easily say i've pretty much traveled the world. okay, no, that's a lie. i've traveled north america. i probably sound like some whiny bitch right now, complaining about my life and shit, but i can assure you that it's not what i'm doing. i am simply informing you and doing my assignment so i don't fail. i'm sure there's swear words that i'll eventually take out, but in the mean time.... i'll just carry on. okay, so back to foster care. i can describe it in two words. fucked up. you meet the most messed up human beings ever. i mean, i guess my foster siblings aren't so bad. they're pretty much like me. we're all just trying to get out of the system, make a living for ourselves, shit like that. because who wouldn't want to get out of the system? the foster "parents" are shit. all they care about are the government grants they get for each kid they take in. i guess i can't say they're all bad. i mean there's the occasional nice ones, but they don't last long as foster parents. the kids will take advantage of that. i would. but i mean, that's just me. i'm the kind of person that takes what she gets with no hesitation. it's their fault for being so trustworthy to begin with. i got my first part time job when i was twelve with some babysitting gigs, so i guess it wasn't really a job. more like.... yeah, i don't know. we'll call it a job. and from there, i moved onto better paying jobs, etc. i was fourteen when i was adopted into the roberts family. i mean, they weren't so bad. i was the only kid there, so it was a change from the billion of kids there are in foster care. they were decent, i guess. boring.... but decent. i stuck around for two years before i applied for emancipation. since i had no record of trouble with authority (that they know of), it was approved, and i was granted the privilege. with the money i saved up, i moved to myrtle beach. at first, it was so i could meet my dad- which i did from afar- but then i was a little sick of moving, so i stuck around and went to school. i never confronted him and i don't think i will any time soon. although.... at sixteen, confronting him had seemed like a good idea. mainly because he's fucking loaded. i mean i can use that kind of cash. but, i thought better of it. it would probably be smarter to observe him first. i'll just wait to strike at the perfect time. in the meantime, i worked two jobs to support myself while i went to school. i lost my virginity at seventeen to this asshole who was rich off his ass. the only reason i slept with him was because i knew he carried a wad of cash in his wallet. was that stealing? nah. that guy was an asshole. and what's a couple thousand dollars to him? he doesn't need it. since then, i had pretty much slept with every rich guy there was. occasionally, they would pay me to be their arm candy, chase away crazy ex girlfriends, piss the parents off, stuff like that. hey, i mean money is money. i will take what i get. sex is just sex. nothing special. by eighteen, i graduated and moved onto college- where i met my friend brittany who works at sublime for some extra cash. she introduced me to the owner and even though i was only eighteen at the time, he still hired me. at first i worked as a server/bartender, and then i soon moved onto escorting- like brittany. it wasn't an ideal job, but it was better than prostitution and it paid well. plus, if i wasn't escorting, then i was serving on the first floor of sublime. i could use all the money i could get. not only for school, rent, bills and shit like that, but also for shopping. duh. i mean, yeah, i have one hot body, but i do like to look good in what i wear. let's see.... oh! have i mentioned paisley williams? guess i haven't. so apparently she's my half sister that i've never met in my life. actually, i didn't know she was my half sister when i first met her. i ran into her at the university, and we just stared at each other, wondering what the fuck was going on. it was clear that we weren't twins, that was for sure, but standing face to face, we looked scarily alike. we talked for a bit, but our personalities pretty much clashed and that would have been the end of that. that is, until i found her walking out of my biological dad's estate. i told her about how he was my dad and shit, but we never mentioned it to him. i don't want him to know yet. it's not the right time for him to find out that he has another child from a different woman. can you say that asshole gets around? i think so. however, paisley and i don't really get along. like... at all. you'd think that since we have so much in common, we'd be best friends or something, but she's just a fake, and i'm not. but yeah, here i am, twenty, still working at sublime. i am currently majoring in business. so why the creative writing class? i don't fucking know. seemed fun at the time. clearly i'm an idiot. let's see.... what more can i fill this lame ass assignment with? how about personality? well, i guess i am pretty cavalier about the shit i do, and things i say. half the time, i'm not even thinking about what i say. words just come out of my mouth. i'm pretty feisty, you could say. i don't take shit from others. believe me. i will go ape shit on your ass if you mess with me. i don't play well with those who don't understand the word "no." i've been told i'm heartless and a complete and total bitch. not that i give a shit. there's only really two things i care about. first, that's money. whoever said money can't buy happiness is clearly a retard. second is shopping. i love clothes, lingerie, etc. so i'm a bit girly. can you blame me? i'm one of those superficial bitches. i'm the mean girl in those teenage novels. most people call me a gold digger, i call it smart investments. i guess i party a little too much to be healthy, but hey, i'm young, so whatever. uhhhh.... what else? oh fuck it. i can't hand this shit in. there are things my prof does not need to know. |
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