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ATHENA MONA CARRACCI

the author
up on a hill is where we begin this little story

NAME Pinkie's the name, don't wear it out.
AGE Whoo it's fun to be sixteen.
CONTACT Pm is the quickest way to reach me.
TIME ZONE PST.
ACTIVITY? Well I'd say a solid 7.5. I have a job on Monday's through Friday's, seven thirty in the morning till two in the afternoon. Otherwise I'll be free.
OTHER CHARACTERS None, yet.
HOW YOU FOUND ( THIS HOUSE IS A CIRCUS ) I'm a member of These Little Earthquakes, and I found a site through their advertisement, and you were advertised there. Whoa that's a mouthful.

the basics
hard times opened their eyes, saw pain in a new way

ATHENA MONA CARRACCI
NICKNAMES "I primarily go by Mona or Fina, but I'm sure that 'Athena' will be the perfect stage name for when I'm finally discovered."
AGE "I'm twenty-one, just old enough to drink the beer and shots I serve."
BIRTHDAY "June 30th. Remember it."
GENDER "Got a va-gay-gay, last time I checked, thanks."
OCCUPATION "To pay my incredibly huge amount of rent for an incredibly tiny apartment, I bartend five nights a week at a really nice club that's frequented by Hollywood's hot shots. It's good for the networking, yah know? Had to practically seduce the owner though to get him to higher me. I'm usually not that kind of girl... you know, the one that uses her body as a weapon? But that's pretty much what this business is all about."
LEVEL OF SUCCESS "Unknown. But I prefer the term 'raw, undiscovered talent'. I'm sure there's a role out there for me."
LEVEL OF TALENT "I've been acting for as long as I can remember. When my mom first took me to Disneyland... I begged her to take me to see the Hollywood Walk of Fame. And when I finally saw it... it was the first time in my life, up until then at least, that I'd been quiet for more than three consecutive minuets. Shocked the hell out of my mom, let me tell you. Anyways, from that moment on, I dedicated my heart and soul to acting. I took up acting classes, that my mother worked two jobs to put me through, I joined my hometown's theatrical arts program, I starred in all the school plays. Granted, it was a small town, but I was always told I had potential, a fiery talent fueled by a deeper passion than anyone had ever known or seen. I have to believe that I'm an expert at it. I have to believe that I can make it here. It's a dog it dog down, but honey, this bitch is here to stay, and eating anyone in her way."
SEXUAL ORIENTATION "I'm straight, but when inebriated I'm told I'm entirely convince able."

the mask
oh that’s an ending that i can’t write, cause I’ve got you to let me down

HAIR "Some people say that blonds have more fun. But I'm gonna have to go with my good friend Henry Longfellow's opinion on the matter. Often, treachery lies beneath the fairest hair. As you might have already guessed, my hair is a dark, chocolate brown. It's always styled when I leave the house. Not really because I want to spend hours on my hair every day. But look at it this way, if you were an actress, with aspirations of complete and total theatrical domination, would you walk out of the house with snarly hair and heavy eye lids? Fuck no! Only the mega stars can reveal what their faces look like without make up and sport messy hair."
EYES "I'm kinda disappointed in my eyes! They could have been a mysterious, beautiful blue, or a haunting gray, or a mischievous green... or an exotic violent. My eyes aren't even an amber! They're just greenish blue. No sparkle, no sapphire like qualities. I don't even know if they smolder! Don't tell anyone, but I might dedicate undisclosed amounts of time to training my eyes to look... human. And not unemotionally cold."
BODY TYPE "I train very, very hard to keep my body looking semi-attractive, whenever I have spare time. With my eyes being so boring, I have to make up for it in every way I can. I'm muscled, but not thick. My abs sculpted, but not in a scary, body builder way. I've probably painted the picture of perfection in your eyes, but it has to be that way. I haven't been discovered yet, so I need to stand out. I can't afford to gain ten pounds, like more established actors, actresses and what have you can. When a casting director sees me, he's not gonna excuse sloppy hair, clothes, and a saggy ass because I've had a bad month. He's going to 'next' me and move on to the next equally pretty girl, who knew how she had to look to impress him (or her)."
ETHNICITY "I'm Italian by blood, one hundred percent American by birth. My mom and dad were Italian, but they moved here just after they married and had me a few months after that. I can speak a little bit of Italian, but not much. I can pretty much fake any kind of accent with entirely believable accuracy, but Italian accents are my favorite. They're so seasoned and refined, but approachable, and welcoming."
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES "I'd have to say that what makes me different is my facial structure. My chin is angular, and strong. My nose is too, and slightly upturned. My cheek bones are high on my face and bold, along with the rest of my face, but painted with a permanent, innocent blush. Without my hair, I suppose that I would look cruel and intimidating. But the flowing curls balance it all out. The director of my first school play said that I had a versatile look. I could be sweet and innocent, or mean and hateful. But that's just what I'm told."
PLAY-BY "I've often been likened to Fabiana Tambosi. But, personally, she ain't got nothing on me."

the person
twenty-nine different attributes, only seven that you like

LIKES
`rain - Rain, its sound, smell, and feel, is by far my favorite thing in the world. Besides acting, of course.
`acting -This is my passion. My drive. The fucking reason I was put on this earth. If I wasn't acting, I don't know what I'd do with my life. If I would even have a life.
`men -A girl needs her guilty pleasures to get by. I don't really have a preference when it comes to hair color, eye color, what have you, but the guy needs to have spunk, or something. Doesn't really matter when you're in bed with someone, but I want a guy that can shake my world up, and help me put it back together, make it better. I guess I wouldn't mind a guy where I could do the same.
`kissing -There's something so sweet and personal about it. It's like why prostitutes will have sex with hundreds of guys, but they don't kiss. Or if they do, it costs extra.
`yoga -There's something to be said for aligning your inner chalkras. I do at least an hour of it before every audition. It helps me clear my head, so I have the mental capacity to get into the head of a character's.
`scented candles -Vanilla and cinnamon, or those really awesome ones that small like cookies. Oh yeah.
`rag mags -I read them and imagine myself hating being seen on the pages of one, shoving KFC chicken into my mouth like a rabid dog.
`being told i'm talented -I'd like to believe in myself and my potential, but it's nice to here it all the same. Especially since I haven't been discovered yet.
`jogging -I used to hate running, but once you find your stride it's actually really relaxing. I love the feeling that you get after the first mile or so, because, even if your tired, your legs just keep moving, like you're on autopilot or something.
`romantic movies - There's something about all that sappy romantic shit that makes my heart pound. I really hope I have the chance to be in one some day. I want to be able to make people feel something.
DISLIKES:
`being automatically cut -I can take when a director decides not to use me after a decent length of deliberation time. But I hate when he or she sees me, and their eyes harden over. Like they've already seen a million of me. Most times they won't even let me read. But I know that if someone would just give me that one shot, trust me to perform, I can be the best. Ever.
`gross guys - Guys who don't shower regularly, or don't 'believe in deodorant' scare the shit out of me. I know that sometimes your chosen art can mean a lot to you, but sacrifice your time not the safety of the people around you.
`fish -It smells gross. It looks gross. It feels gross. Enough said.
`lazy days -I hate waking up and not looking forward to the coming day. After you lay around for an hour or two, you don't get up. You stay dressed in nasty clothes... messy hair. It's just gross. Now, if my hair was done and and I had some decent clothes on, and I had a friend with me, I'd be happy to lay around eating and watching movies.
`a guy being turned off by my looks -I hate... a guy looking at me, and then seeing nothing on his face (or revulsion). No emotion, or disgust if anything at all. It always means that he thinks I'm like every other girl. It's like the casting directors that won't give me a chance.
`loud screaming i-shot-my-dad music -It's just pointless and annoying. I like music that makes me feel something, or explains an important issue or human nature. Something with at least a little bit of substance.
`bitchy women -I'm all for women empowerment, but when we start turning on each other it just messes everything up. That's not to say I'm a pushover, by any stretch of the imagination. I'll bite if they do.
`being exhausted -The feeling of being so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open bugs me terribly. It's usually really bad after an audition day. I stay up really late, angsting over wither I'd get a call, what I'd done wrong. The usual tortured artist stuff.
`hangovers -I love to drink. I love to party as much as the next person. But hangovers are a pain in the ass. Feeling groggy, dirty, and sore isn't my cup of tea. Seriously.
`soap operas -Well fuck, does waking up eloped with your second cousin twice removed who's long lost evil twin thinks she talk to dead fetus' make sense?
STRENGTHS:
Determination: "Once I have a goal, I'll go to the ends of the earth to find the means to meet that goal. It's like with acting. Coming here new I had to network, find a job that would help me do that, and find a place to live. I did all that and more in less than two weeks. Yeah, it was hard, but it had to be done and I knew it. Plus, sleeping in your car is a bitch."
Versatility: "One thing about an actor that is absolutely futile: He or she has to be able to play any role. You have to be able to be a whore one day, a Bible beater the next. Gay, straight, bi, tri, anything. I'm pretty good at that. It's a talent that takes time to acquire, but it always came quickly for me. I guess that means I'm really good at lying?"
Outgoing: "Throw me into any situation and I'll make nice. Seriously. I don't even have to like the person. It's not impersonal or anything, or not genuine, but social situations put me in my element. It's something you need to last in this business - the ability to be friendly and nice, but not too attached or rude. You have to be able to find the perfect balance, at least until you've made it big time."
WEAKNESSES:
Pushy: "I'm a pusher. I push people. I'm operate under this sick dilusion that I can see people and all their untapped potential. And I push them toward it. It really, really, annoys people. Especially the pushees. I really hate that about myself. I'm sure other people hate it too. No one likes a pusher."
Soft hearted: "I take offense to things really easily. Especially when I'm cut. I always start questioning everything about myself. You know, the typical 'was it my butt?' thing. Sometimes, if the rejection is really harsh, I cry. Not in the office, of course. Once I'm safely by myself. Maybe some people don't take offense to stuff like that but I do. I'm sick of being invisible and ignored. It's not that big of a deal. It just gets too much to bear once in a while. Anyways, I can be a bit overly emotional. And perhaps a bit... irrational."
Temperamental: "I've got a temper. A nasty one. It doesn't really take much to set me off. Not much at all actually. It's a huge, huge, problem, I know, I know. But I honestly can't help it. I can keep my anger controlled when I'm auditioning, or working, (if it's for the greater good or my acting career) but otherwise if you cross me I'll cross you."
HABITS:
-i smack my gum
-i cry a lot
-i rub my hands together when i'm angry or frustrated
-i drink when i'm cut (which happens a lot, so i drink a lot)
-i run my teeth over my bottom lip
-i judge people by their appearance
-i scratch below my right ear and look up when i'm feeling awkward
-i tend to speak before i think
-i push people
-i interrupt people
-i rub my forehead when thinking
SECRETS:
SHH! - "His name was Heath. Heath was hot, not to mention nice, funny, and a junior. He'd taken a mysterious fascination with me back in my high school days as a freshman, and I'd completely fallen for it. Hard. One night we were at a party, my first with alcohol and drugs involved, and he'd gotten me to drink. A lot. One thing led to another and Heath went from good friend to my first. I couldn't even remember any of it. I woke up the next morning in my own bed. Didn't even bother to talk to me after that. He'd gotten what he wanted."

SHH! - "I think Megan Fox is really hot, and if I was a boy, I would do her. Wow, yeah... that's really something you should keep to yourself. Seriously."
HAPPIEST MEMORY
"Well, my happiest memory is a toss up between my first time to Hollywood and my very first play.

The reason Hollywood gave my happiness should be pretty obvious. I've never experienced anything so magical in my life. Sure, it's not the nicest town, but it's so steeped in history and culture that one can't help but love it. Especially the boardwalks and beaches and the people who spend their days at them. There's a strong sense of community between the locals (well, the ones that aren't too rich anyways), and I don't think I'll ever find a place I want to live more. Besides New York, maybe.

My very first play was horrifying. It was the only one that I was really, truly, ever nervous for. Now that I'm older, I've learned that nerves don't help with anything, they only inhibit your ability to play your character (I haven't bothered trying to control the anger after one). But anyways, I was really, really, pass-out-or-throw-up-nervous. The play was based on the book called 'Speak', by Laurie Halse Anderson. It's about a girl who's going to be a freshman in high school, and everyone hates her because she was raped at a party that summer, and called the cops because she didn't know what else to do. Her name was Melinda. That was me. I'll never forget opening night. All the chaos, people swearing, people crying (yeah, for real), people breaking down completely. But as soon as the curtain went up, everything came together. I love that feeling. I live for that feeling."
WORST MEMORY
"My worst memories are when my mom passed away and when my dad skipped town. I remember my mother's death like it was yesterday. Exactly four years ago next month. It was high school graduation. My mom was so, so proud. I'd been excepted into some fancy arts college with a scholarship. Things were really working out. Anyways, after graduation I left with a big group of people for a party at a friend of a friend's house. My mom drove home.
She never made it there, and I never went to college.

My dad left us when I was three or four. He was never there, and when he was all he did was smoke joints and drink beer. My mother was the one that had to work, clean, and raise me. I don't understand why everyone was so upset when he left. It was good riddance, if you ask me. No, I wasn't sad to see him go. But when he left, he took a piece of my mom with him. She was never... right, after that. It scared me. I wanted my old family back so bad. I cried myself to sleep for months afterwards. But no one seemed to notice, that's probably a colossal tribute to my acting skill because when I looked in the mirror I saw 'suicidal maniac' written across my forehead."
WORST FEAR
"My worst fear... is to live alone and unnoticed. To die alone, having accomplished nothing. That can't happen. All my mom's hard work, as well as my own, would have been for nothing."
GOALS
`i want to be in a featured film
`i want to be on the cover of a credible magazine
`i wanna meet someone who will love me, faults and all
`i want to make my mom proud
`i wanna be famous
OVERALL PERSONALITY
“I really don’t like to talk about myself. I guess that’s the first thing you should know about me. I’m very secretive. I love my privacy. It’s a little bit contradictory, seeing as fame and absolutely no privacy go hand-in-hand these days, but I can’t stand when people ask too many questions. I’ve been told that it makes me very hard to trust. You know that kind of thing where you friend doesn’t want to tell you secrets because they think you don’t trust them. I think it’s really silly because I don’t think people should get really close to people they don’t trust anyways. I trust all my friends, really, I do, but I just can’t bring myself to tell them anything about me besides my name, age, where I grew up, you know the basic stuff. I’ve lost friends over it, I’ve been called names because of it. Still, I haven’t changed. I’ve learned to guard myself, and my secrets. Human kind is vicious, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-one years of living, it is that they will do anything they can to get into your closet and expose all your skeletons. That’s why I think I’ll be great with dealing with the paparazzi. I don’t trust at all, and I’m fairly confident that I’ll be able to keep my private life just that, private.

While I’m extremely stingy when it comes to sharing secrets and my past with people, I’m a really outgoing person. Talking and interacting with people always came easy to me, even as a little kid. It’s made making friends easier, but nothing else really. My teachers were constantly frustrated with me, always trying to get me to focus harder on my school work. I don’t know what it is, but the only time I can ever, really, truly, focus is when I’m onstage or in front of a camera. It’s just – there were so many distractions in school! The boys, the mean girls, who was going get the prettiest crayon, who would get to the top of the jungle gym first at recess. No one else in my life seemed to understand that! Except my mom, that is. She was very supportive of my absent mindedness. Despite how busy she was, all the time, with work, cleaning, and trying to get my dad sober (while he was around, anyways), she always had time to work with me on my homework, help me find ways to stay focused, and try to reason with my teachers. I didn’t have ADD, the teachers insisted that I should be tested for it later on in my schooling, but the doctor said I was “fine”. My teachers, stunned that their assumption had been wrong, then moved on to the argument that I was lazy and unmotivated. My mom, always quick to defend me when I hadn’t warranted such treatment, just said that I was a dreamer. I was a deep thinker. And deep thinking took time. Maybe it was a stretch, but there was a little truth to it. I was always dreaming, about moving to Beverly Hills, building a swimming pool, and being a movie star. I always thought that being so outgoing would help get me there. I guess we’ll see.

Being secretive and talkative I guess could be considered counterproductive, but that’s nothing compared to one of my many other flaws. I am completely and totally, literally, physically, and emotionally, always jealous of something. I know, I know. Only horrible, nasty get that jealous. If that’s the case, then I guess I fall somewhere under that category. I’m not very open about it, obviously it’s a trait you like to keep to yourself, and most people probably wouldn’t be able to tell just by looking at me, at least I haven’t met anyone who can, yet, but I am, way too much and often. It usually starts with me seeing a person who has more than I do. I don’t really so much get jealous of a person because of their looks, I don’t know if I could be that shallow (though I’m certainly almost there), more like what they have. What crowd they run with. How much money they have, you know, the material or social standing things. It certainly wouldn’t stop me from being friends with a person who had money, or status, or a decent paying job, as long as I got to know them better. Once I realize that there’s a nice person underneath all the privilege my judgments sort of fall away. I’m very glad too. I don’t know if I could stand to be jealous of my closest friends, you know? Anyways, I’m pretty jealous. I’m not sure if it’s considered vindictive of me to be so vain about materialistic things, they really won’t matter in the end, whatever comes after that, but it’s who I’ve become. I really hope it’s not too much of a problem. Otherwise I’ll have to cross ‘Be America’s oldest sweetheart’ off my ‘Things to Do before I Get Too Old and Wrinkled’ list. I feel like I’m at a disadvantage because, while I’ve only been here a few months, some kids started in the business very young. As babies, for Christ’s sake. Especially since everything I’ve just described makes me seem like a very rotten, unlikable person. Now that I think about it, I guess I am.

And, as if that’s not enough, I’m too stubborn for my own good. I guess there’s a little honor and determination in me somewhere, but it’s mostly just pure bullheadedness. The only thing that can be said for it is that it really helps me learn my lines. Except that whenever I’m doing that… I sort of… I don’t even know how to describe it. But I get so angry. At myself, of course, I’m not so dramatic as to get mad at the people around me for my own deficiencies. But I absolutely can’t stand it when I mess up, or miss a queue, or a line. I just… want and expect myself to be perfect all the time. Obviously it’s a moot point, I’m farther from perfect than anything you can possibly think of, but all the same, I get so frustrated with myself. I guess that’s where determination ties in, however small a part it plays in my life. I expect my best from myself, twenty four seven, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year. And I can’t be stopped until I reach my goal. That’s probably the only time I’m not able to hide what I’m feeling, wither it be rage and frustration, or sadness and pity, when I’m working on a big project that I just can’t seem to get. My mom called me her little starving artist. That’s what I loved about her. She always took my negatives and made them into positives. Like that fluid that they soak developing pictures in. I can’t even tell you how much I miss her. She’s made me the person I am today. Well, the good parts of me, anyways.

I am a too emotional. I am too tenderhearted. I read too many romance novels. Some people think tender hearted people are great people to keep as friends, and are very sweet. I am only “sweet” when I want to be. Another strike against me, I guess. Instead of sweetness, there are just… really strong emotions, for lack of a better phrase to describe exactly how I feel, all the time. If I’m not angry, I’m sad. If I’m not happy, I’m feeling guilty about something, even things that happened a long time ago. I’ve worked on quelling my nerves, they used to be such a hindrance in my acting, and I’ve managed to keep worry, at least, under my control. But everything else is fair game. Why I’m so… emotionally unstable, I have no idea. But I’m certainly glad that I’ve learned to hide it. Between you and me, sometimes I might… cry a little, after a harsh rejection from a producer. A lot. And then, once the tears dry up, all I want to do is go out and party. Except I usually have to work, which leaves me stealing sips out of the tequila bottles between making drinks for the guests. (“Never customers, or buyers, they are to be called guests.” Yes, Mr. Richmond, sir.) I’m not dumb enough to get drunk while I’m
working, my boss could only too easily fire me and hire some other girl with a flick of his fat, Armani-watch-sporting wrist. It’s scary the amount of power he has over me. Anyways, I drink after I cry. I might even cry a little after I drink. But never, ever, do I reveal what I’m feeling to the rest of the world. Again, I am very, very secretive. I hate people who can tell when I’m lying, not a common thing to find, I am an actress. So I guess a slightly comprehendible summary of that statement is… I’m emotional, extremely so, but I’m very, very good at hiding it?

Compassion is probably my only redeeming quality. Being so emotional, I also feel other things besides anger and sadness with ridiculous intensity, compassion and empathy among them. I guess that’s why most people are able to stand me, despite my less-likeable qualities. Despite how jealous and vain and stubborn and loud and obnoxious and stingy and secretive I am, I can always surprise a person with the fact that I do actually have a beating heart. I can be nice. I can be quiet. I can be sweet. I can be helpful. I suppose someone just has to give me a chance or a reason to. I don’t know if that really makes it a good quality of mine, but it’s not completely horrible. It’s about the nicest thing I can say about myself. (Which, I guess, doesn’t really help my case either.)"

the past
old time grudges will die so slowly

PARENTS "My mom's name was Lena. She was so, so beautiful. She was a hell of a lot better person than I ever will be. She would have been forty one this year. I miss her so much.

My dad's name was Antonio. He was not a nice guy, from what I've been told by my mother's friends. Kinda shady, with slicked by hair like the Italian mafia. Only not dressed as well. I have no idea where he is, nor do I give shit."
SIBLINGS "I don't have any siblings. I was enough for my mom to handle."
PETS "I have a dog named Frenchie. She's a mut, but she's definitely a cross between two toy dogs because she's full grown and still the size of a puppy. Almost like those really tiny dogs those ladies used to carry around in their hands during the French Revolution. Hence the name."
OTHER RELATIVES "I don't really know anyone else in my family."
CURRENTLY LIVING WITH/AT "I live by myself in a tiny, tiny, tiny apartment. It gets a little bit lonely, but I don't really spend much time there anyway."

OVERALL HISTORY
``whoo birth - "I was born on June 30th, in 1987 in Boringasfucksville. Otherwise known as Sparks, Massachusetts. Yeah, never heard of it, have you? I'm not surprised. The total population is only seventeen hundred."
``age 3 - "I talked better than any four or five year old around. And I talked a lot. Way too much. My mom was proud, but she was the only one. My dad left that year.
``age 5 - "I entered kindergarten fully able to read, still chattering away. I excelled in reading, writing, and recess. I sucked at math and everything else."
``age 7 - "I went to Hollywood for the first time that year. I discovered the city and all its wonders (my mom managed to hide the shady drug dealers and crack heads and hobos from view, I guess). I decided that when I grew up, I wanted to be famous."
``age 10 - "My mom thought that my desire to be an actress was just a silly childhood phase. It wasn't. I'd spent the last three years taking acting classes, costing a pretty penny on my moms part (I still don't know how she did it. I feel horrible now)."
``age 13 - "I discovered the magic of Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet on a sinking ship. Otherwise known as Titanic. I vowed that I would one day be a part of a movie that big. I also vowed that I would never flash my boobs to a boy I barely knew."
``age 14 - "I broke one of my vows, you can probably guess which. I lost my dignity and my virginity."
``age 15 - "I starred in my first production, Speak. Best night of my life."
``age 18 - "I graduated from high school, and my mom died that year. I dropped out of college before I even had a chance to move into my dorm. I stayed in Sparks for a few years, living in our family's house, that had been left to me. Nothing exciting happened in those three years. Besides the discovery of the iPod, I guess."
``age 21 - "I got sick of my boring life. I sold the house, bought a fairly nice car, and drove to California. My journey there is a story for a different day."
``present - "I'm trying to jump start my career. I'm trying not to think about where I'll be if that doesn't happen."

the end
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so far, so good. just a few things. first, yes, unfortunately, ashley greene is a bit too overused. if you need any help finding a new face claim, let me know and i'll gladly help. (:
second, just do a little bit of proof reading. there are a couple of small mistakes, no big deal, but it would be nice if they could be fixed.
and finally, elaborate on her personality. go more in depth, give her odd quirks and habits, give her smaller, more specific qualities. go on rants. x] it's definitely good, i just need to know some more about her.

once that's settled, you'll be fine. :]

please notify an admin after fixing these things and we'll take another look! thanks!
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ooc;
All right, I've fixed the personality, that was completely horrible, I'll admit, and I'd like to use Fabiana Tambosi if that's all right?
Thanks for understanding my lameness.
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fabiana tambosi is fine. (:

i really enjoyed reading your application. it wasn't smooth like poetry, but the it was just so athena, and it was amusing - in that way, it definitely flowed beautifully. her secrets made me giggle. xD
excellent job. (:

now that you've been accepted, make sure to claim your face, post a character request form and a plot page!
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