Post by Alfred Jones on Nov 10, 2011 19:42:34 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name: Sophie Aurelie Bonnefoy
Street Name:She doesn’t have one
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Age: 18
Bitch or Homie: Girl
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone[/font][/size][/b]
Where you from?: Polaris, USA
Whatchoo do?: Ballet student, black jack dealer
Who you be reppin?: None
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
How you do: (Personality)
[/li][li]Polite/Well meaning/Stiff/Formal/Old Fashioned/Well mannered
[/li][li]Determined/Ambitious/Cunning/Intelligent/Ruthless at times
[/li][li]Devoted/Doting/Fussy/Overprotective/Motherly/Nurturing
[/li][li]Socially awkward/Lonely/Easily flustered/Resentful of popularity
[/li][li]Bitchy/Manipulative/Uptight/Self-serving/Inconsiderate
[/li][li]Worried/Agitated/Sarcastic/Easily angered/Chronically depressed
[/li][li]Shy around boys/Romantic/Day dreamer/Imaginative/Traditional
[/li][li]Assertive/Confident/Bossy/Sure of herself
[/li][li]Crafty/Adaptive/Quick-witted/Clever
[/li][li]Feminine/Soft/easy to fall in love/devoted
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You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing: (likes)
[/li][li]Ballet
[/li][li]Her father
[/li][li]Gambling
[/li][li]Otters
[/li][li]Mathieu
[/li][li]Food
[/li][li]Make up
[/li][li]Shoes
[/li][li]Being off her meds
[/li][li]Jewelry
[/li][li]God
[/li][li]Embroidery
[/li][li]Quilting
[/li][li]Sewing
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I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing: (dislikes)
[/li][li]Rude people
[/li][li]Taking her meds
[/li][li]Being alone
[/li][li]Uncouth behavior
[/li][li]Popular people
[/li][li]Talking to people
[/li][li]Drunks
[/li][li]Feeling empty
[/li][li]Her mother
[/li][li]Peas
[/li][li]Being caught off guard
[/li][li]Being made fun of
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I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through:
Sophie was born to Francis and Margerite Bonnefoy on January 8, 1993. She was a fussy, colicky baby but happy and loved. For the first two years of her life everything was good, even if she was a rather worried child. She was inquisitive and bright, asking all sorts of questions and speaking in complete sentances well before the time children are expected to. The world around her was big and bright and new and she wanted to explore it all. This often got her into mischief and more than once she came home with scrapes and bruises. But every time one of her parents would fix her up and back she would go to toddling around the house.
Then a little brother came along, and everything changed. Sophie was resentful of the attention paid to the new baby and began withdrawing in on herself. She spent more time in her room and less playing in the yard. This continued on some time, and though she did come to love her little brother dearly, she was never the adventurous child she had been before he was born. She taught herself to read, devouring books like they were her lifeblood. She could already read rather well and write in cursive by the time she was in kindergarten.
But she wasn't very good at socializing with the other children. This led to the other girls picking on her and teasing her. She drew in on herself even more, choosing to read in the classroom all alone rather than play at recess with the other children. There were notes sent back home to her parents about her unwillingness to socialize with the other people. But nothing could persuade her to play with those rotten little girls.
When she was 6, her parents divorced. She was taken away from her father's home, the home she grew up in, and forced to change schools. The girls at her new school were just as horrible to her as the girls at the old one, and she could feel her mother drifting further and further away. Eventually she was moved back to her father's house and her mother moved far away. Little Sophie didn't understand why her mother had left, but she hated her for it. She refused to go to Christmas when she invited them and didn't want to talk to her when she called.
To placate her, her father enrolled her in ballet classes. Sophie took to it like a fish to water, becoming more graceful and sure of herself by the day. She put everything into it, all of her emotions, all of her fears, all of her dreams. It became her life. And though she did well in school, it wasn't her passion anymore. Though ballet did a lot to help, nothing could keep her from lashing out because of the anger and hurt she carried in her heart after her mother had abandoned her.
When she was 8 a guidance counselor noticed her anger management problems and suggested she be put in therapy. She was disgnosed with depression and given medication. And it seemed to work, but Sophie felt like her entire life was a fog. She had no emotions, nor reactions to anything. She went through life as if in a dream, nothing seemed to be real to her. She couldn't even bring herself to dance as she had before, with such passion. She hated it and secretly stopped taking her medicine.
She could dance again, she could feel again. But her emotions were erratic and intense. Everything she felt she felt ten times stronger. Anger, happiness, everything was over board. But, she thought, it was better than being a zombie. But it wasn't long before her father caught her and made her take them again. But every time her father began to trust her to take them on her own or forgot to remind her, she would stop taking them again until he noticed.
Things progressed like this all through her school years, and she continued to grow as a dancer and a student. After graduation she tried focusing soley on ballet and nothing else, but she quickly grew bored in the hours not taken up with practice. She began to deal black jack at a nearby casino for some extra cash so she didn't have to wait for her Papa to give her money. It's a fun job and she enjoys it just fine, though ballet is still her only passion.
She continues to get better as a dancer, especially off her medication, but try as she might she just can't get an audition at any of the good schools. She wants to badly to train in Russia, where all the best ballerina's study. But a certain boy has recently come into her life who makes her rethink that. Time will tell if she follows her dreams or her heart.
On my knees in the night
Other shit:
Sophie has a stuffed otter named Remy. Actually, she has an obsession with otters.
She resents her mother for leaving them, but tries to hide it from her father and brother.
She loves her father very dearly, but she thinks he must be a romantic fool to think he can save this city. Mathieu as well.
Because most of her time was spent reading classic Victorian romances, Sophie has a very traditional view of romance and talks kind of like an old lady.
Sophie has her own copy of Miss Manners.
She owns a white long hair cat named Bijou.
Sophie sews, embroiders, knits, crochets, and quilts in her spare time.
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got:
Sophie looked out over the lights of the city, her knees hugged to her chest and body wedged in the windowsill. She had spent many a night like that, staring out over the bustling metropolis. On night like this, clear and crisp and cold, she would often climb out that very same window to perch on the roof and ponder the meaning of her life. Usually the answer to that question would be ballet. It had always been her dream to be a famous ballerina, to dance on the most well-reknown stages for the highest class of audiences. People who appreciated ballet and would appreciate her dancing. She wanted to share her passion with those who understood.
But now the question had become more complicated. Of course she still loved ballet and still wanted to dance, she always would. But she wasn't sure if the fame and the fortune and the recognition were worth giving up the things she had now. Before her life had been nothing, no friends, no mother. All she had was a father and brother who, though she loved them dearly, had never 'gotten' her. But now, just as she was getting closer to her goal than every before, something had come along that she just didn't want to give up.
Mathieu.
She had always told herself she didn't have time for boys. It had been much easier than just accepting the fact that no boys had ever been interested in her. Despite being a very pretty girl, she had a reputation as a bitch and a weirdo and all the boys had been warned away from her before they could even show any interest. Sophie had long since accepted that it was not her destiny to marry and have children as her father wanted.She had even convinced herself that she didn't want them, that they would ruin her chance at a career in ballet. And she had been content with that for the longest time.
But Mathieu...
He made her feel things she had never felt before and it was wonderful. The world was a more amazing place when she was with him and everything was bright and beautiful. And when he kissed her...mon dieu, when he kissed her! She felt on fire all over and her stomach knotted up and was filled with the butterflies she had always read about but never thought she would experience for herself. She felt like a normal girl who had fallen in love with a wonderful boy. But was he the one? The person she would give up her dreams for? Or was it just a passing crush that would leave her heartbroken and with no future?
She looked over the city lights, sighing and climbing down out of the window. It was late and for once the answer to her question wasn't clear to her. Perhaps in the morning, with the light of day, she could see more clearly the path that lay before her. But for now, it was time for sleep.
But now the question had become more complicated. Of course she still loved ballet and still wanted to dance, she always would. But she wasn't sure if the fame and the fortune and the recognition were worth giving up the things she had now. Before her life had been nothing, no friends, no mother. All she had was a father and brother who, though she loved them dearly, had never 'gotten' her. But now, just as she was getting closer to her goal than every before, something had come along that she just didn't want to give up.
Mathieu.
She had always told herself she didn't have time for boys. It had been much easier than just accepting the fact that no boys had ever been interested in her. Despite being a very pretty girl, she had a reputation as a bitch and a weirdo and all the boys had been warned away from her before they could even show any interest. Sophie had long since accepted that it was not her destiny to marry and have children as her father wanted.She had even convinced herself that she didn't want them, that they would ruin her chance at a career in ballet. And she had been content with that for the longest time.
But Mathieu...
He made her feel things she had never felt before and it was wonderful. The world was a more amazing place when she was with him and everything was bright and beautiful. And when he kissed her...mon dieu, when he kissed her! She felt on fire all over and her stomach knotted up and was filled with the butterflies she had always read about but never thought she would experience for herself. She felt like a normal girl who had fallen in love with a wonderful boy. But was he the one? The person she would give up her dreams for? Or was it just a passing crush that would leave her heartbroken and with no future?
She looked over the city lights, sighing and climbing down out of the window. It was late and for once the answer to her question wasn't clear to her. Perhaps in the morning, with the light of day, she could see more clearly the path that lay before her. But for now, it was time for sleep.
Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise