Post by Dolce Vargas on Oct 26, 2011 9:08:09 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name: Dolce Vargas
Street Name: Miss Sweet
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: 20
Bitch or Homie: Bitch
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?: Rome, Italy
Whatchoo do?: Co-owner of an Italian club (this may or may not be a strip club...); 'doctor' (I say 'doctor' because she's unlicensed and performs illegal surgeries for anyone who asks, for a high price)
Who you be reppin?: (Affiliation)
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:
[/li][li] Hyper
[/li][li] Dreamer
[/li][li] Lazy (when it doesn't come to her 'job')
[/li][li] Confident
[/li][li] Sees the world in black and white
[/li][li] Twisted view of reality
[/li][li] Attention-seeking
[/li][li] Romantic
[/li][li] Blunt
[/li][li] Can be rather cruel to her 'patients' -- whether they're dead or not
[/li][li] Enjoys seeing other people in pain a little too much
[/li][li] Talkative
[/li][li] Curious
[/li][li] Skittish
[/li][li] Stubborn
[/li][li] Too trusting
[/li][li] Child-like
[/li][li] Daring
[/li][li] Overly emotional
[/li][li] Motherly
[/li][li] Absolutely shameless
[/li][li] Kleptomaniac
[/li][li] Innocent facade
[/li][li] Somewhat oblivious
[/li][li] Perverted
[/li][li] Short attention span
[/li][li] One-track mind
[/li][li] Possessive
[/li][li] Gets jealous easily
[/li][li] Touchy-feely
[/li][li] Selfish
[/li][li] Manipulative
[/li][li] Has an excellent memory -- if she wants to remember something[/color]
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing:
[/li][li] Italian everything -- liquor, food, sweets, you name it
[/li][li] Pizza // Pasta // Food
[/li][li] Coffee // Wine // Liquor
[/li][li] Romance // Happy endings
[/li][li] Candy // Dessert // Chocolate
[/li][li] Human anatomy // Doctor's tools // Blood
[/li][li] Touching people
[/li][li] 'Toys'
[/li][li] Confrontations
[/li][li] Ribbons // Dresses // Bright colors
[/li][li] Expensive things
[/li][li] Playing (this could mean a number of things to Dolce) // Games // Being outside
[/li][li] Long baths (includes sneaking into the bath with her sister) // Being clean
[/li][li] Her sister // Family
[/li][li] Singing // Dancing // Performing // Playing the violin
[/li][li] Attention
[/li][li] Sleeping
[/li][li] Talking // Telling and hearing stories[/color]
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing:
[/li][li] Being dirty
[/li][li] Too much blood
[/li][li] Waking up early
[/li][li] Her siestas being interrupted by anyone other than her sister
[/li][li] Not having food
[/li][li] Raw tomatoes (she really doesn't understand why Marisa likes them so much...)
[/li][li] Getting sick
[/li][li] Having to stay still
[/li][li] Being scolded
[/li][li] People not being properly punished
[/li][li] Silence
[/li][li] People tugging on her curl
[/li][li] Losing things
[/li][li] Her doctor's instruments breaking
[/li][li] Having someone try to tell her how to do her job
[/li][li] Not remembering things
[/li][li] People not paying attention to her // Being ignored
[/li][li] Her sister getting hurt[/color]
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through: (History, at least 100 words)
On my knees in the night
Other shit:
&& She doesn't know her own strength. She may knock you out on complete accident.
&& She also owns a cat named Poco, which means 'little' in Italian.
&& She's fond of spiking her coffee with alcohol in the morning to wake herself up. She's not a morning person at all. Noon is far too early for her.
&& She has a tendency to walk around the house with only one item of clothing. She's not ashamed of her body at all and doesn't see what's wrong with showing skin.
&& She's not afraid to touch you inappropriately (and yes, she does know that it is) in public to get the desired reaction. She can be quite manipulative if she wants to be.
&& She has a tendency to talk about herself in third person.
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got:
[From 'Stand Amongst The Gods' -- site closed]
Dolce wandered aimlessly in the huge mall, her eyes shifting constantly between the bright objects and the people. There was a green lollipop in her mouth that stained her lips and tongue, though she didn’t pay much attention to it other than to make sure it stayed as she bent to examine a display of shampoos outside one of her favorite store. “Ve…”
Dolce wandered aimlessly in the huge mall, her eyes shifting constantly between the bright objects and the people. There was a green lollipop in her mouth that stained her lips and tongue, though she didn’t pay much attention to it other than to make sure it stayed as she bent to examine a display of shampoos outside one of her favorite store. “Ve…”
She was continuously distracted by the littlest things and the sales people calling out to her as she made her way to the center of the mall, ending up carrying several bags by the time she was able to come across a rest area. Dolce sighed audibly in relief, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her purchases (when in reality, it wasn’t that much at all); even her curl had been deflating, but she perked up when she found an empty table.
Looking through the things she had bought – shampoo, a stuffed monkey, several ribbons of various colors – Dolce wondered vaguely if Lovina would be mad when she brought these back to their apartment. Her sister had scolded her about wasting money last time, but the small Italian tried to convince her that she needed these things. She knew that Michelle would like to have a new ribbon or two. It usually didn’t work, but then Dolce knew how to placate her sister.
She would just need to remember to buy fresh tomatoes on the way home – she had forgotten the last time this happened, and Lovina had definitely not been happy when she saw just how much she had bought. Dolce pouted slightly at the thought. Why did her sister have to be so mad all the time?
The tiny Italian lifted her head to gaze at the people around her as she seated herself on the bench, her bags gathered around her feet. She had slipped her pink cell phone out of her purse and was currently playing with it, still debating on whether to call Lovina or not. The bags were heavy! Maybe if she asked Michelle, she could make her a huge dinner as a thank you?
Dolce’s gaze stopped on a particular blond, muscular man in the corner one or two tables away from her. Her eyes widened as she took in his features – he looked like someone who would be really scary if he was angry. But he looked really strong too! “Ve?”[/b] She tilted her head curiously, blinking several times before she just stood and wandered over to him. Dolce was sure that no one would touch her stuff, especially since she wasn’t that far away.
“Ciao!”[/b] she called out cheerfully. “What’s your name, ve? What are you reading? Were you shopping today? Ve, did you get anything?”[/b] Dolce had been told that she talked far too much when she met someone new, but she couldn’t help it! She just wanted to make new friends. And this guy seemed like a good pick![/quote][/color]
Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise