mallory roxanne gauthreaux

[Mallory Gauthreaux]

MALLORY ROXANNE GAUTHREAUX , TWENTY ONE , COLLEGE JUNIOR

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played by lillie

"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]

" you want to try to make a nickname out of mallory? go for it, babe. i'm not stopping you. "

"Well, can't say it doesn't fit you. From the looks of you, I could think of just a few better. I'm just gonna call you babe for this interview. You mind? Great. Has anyone ever told you you look like.."[/font]

" you know. it's hilarious when you're continuously told you look like a suicide girl. i'm beginning to wonder if that's just people thinking wishfully. but, anyway, i'm always being told i look like the one, radeo suicide, or at least, i think that's her name. "

".. Yeah, actually. You must get that a lot. You're kind of hot, I gotta say. But for the ears out there listening, you wanna explain what's cooking?"[/font]

" well, okay. for starters. i'm not the tallest person you'll ever meet. i'm about five foot four or something like that. i have black hair that's just about shoulder length. and, before you ask if the carpets match the drapes, don't even bother. i'm not telling. -winks then laughs- usually it's either straightened or curled. i'm actually surprisingly tan. oh, and the one thing that you'll probably notice about me. uh, i've got this thing for body modifications. tattoos, piercings, you name it, i love it. i've sort of begun to lose count of how many i actually have. that's rather sad, isn't it? yeah, it is. and, well, i'm always wearing eyeliner or something of that sort. "

"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]

" uh, anything and everything? i don't know. i'm really not that picky in what i wear. i have a certain obsession about what i wear under my clothes, and i'm insanely picky about that, but, you won't be seeing that, so that's okay. but, seriously, just about anything. though, i do have a certain fondness for slightly more unusual things. corsets, leather jackets, just about anything with lace. you know, that sort of thing. oh, and i like make-up. but, you know, not that make up people throw on in like two seconds. i actually like taking time and being thorough with it, when i can. "

"Ohh. Are you hitting on me? Haha. No, seriously, what are you? Gay or straight? You look kinda like a swinger, if you don't mind me saying..."[/font]

" hitting on you? i think it's the other way around, love. but, to answer your questions, i'm bisexual. and before you ask, no, i'm not like one of those teenage girls exploring my fucking options. i like girls. i like guys. i'm indecisive. get the fuck over it. "

"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]

" all of the above sound just fine to me. "

"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]

" ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. you're funny. -pauses- oh, wait. you're serious? no, love. i'm not. i'm plenty experienced in that department, i promise you. "

"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]

" ahahaha, fuck no. give me one fucking reason why i should trust you."

[ooc; from the ages of seventeen to nineteen, while living in chicago, she found herself involved a tad bit in the whole world of teenage prostitution. it's not her proudest moment, it's not something she'd like to remember, and it's sure as hell not something she's ever going to admit.]

"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]

" to get out of this interview without being raped, for one. -faux innocent smile- okay, fine. i'll stop being a bitch. ambitions. ambitions. ambitions. fuck. it's a wonder i haven't dropped out of college yet. uh, well. i don't know. i've always wanted to go into art. i'm not quite sure what exactly. being a tattoo artist has always been something i've wanted to do, however, my hands a tad too shaky for that, unfortunately. but, i guess you could consider trying to work past that a goal of mine. other than that, an artist of some sort is what i've always wanted to do with my life. i just sort of have to figure out what sort of artist that is exactly. "

"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half of those weren't even real questions.. Okay let's see. Oh, here's a good one. Describe yourself in five or more words. Easy, right? You could go more into detail if you want, I don't mind one bit."[/font]

" well, if you haven't caught onto this yet, i'm not exactly the nicest person ever, in fact, i'm a bit of a bitch. don't take it personal. it's just the way that i am. it's not you. though, you are beginning to annoy the living hell out of me. anyway, i'm blunt. i speak my mind when i want to, regardless of whether or not you want to hear it. honestly, i really don't even care if you want to hear it. chances are, i won't like you. okay, scratch that. i probably will like you. but, the thing is, i won't show it. i'd rather you think i don't like you and think nothing of it, than to appear vulnerable and wind up getting hurt because of it. it's a personal thing. uh, i'm hugely into art. especially tattoos. i really don't care if you don't consider that to be art, i do. if you've seen me before, believe me, you'd be able to tell that. okay, so i don't seem like i'm a completely cold and heartless little bitch, i'll do you a favor and delve into some of my more desirable traits. and, no. i don't mean desirable in that sense. well, if you really take the time to get to know me, i'm pretty fun to be around, and i can actually be a fairly caring and compassionate type of person. it just requires me actually managing to like you. it's rare. don't worry, it's nothing against you. i just have this odd love for shooting people down. it's nothing personal, babe. "

"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]

" easy. i like tattoos. hell, i fucking love them. i like drinking. i like partying. i like art of just about any sort. and, i like getting out and actually doing something, rather than being stuck indoors all day.

i dislike you, right now, not going to lie. i dislike people trying to sleep with me frequently, especially when i have no idea who the hell you are. i dislike close minded people. i dislike people who are overly bubbly and friendly. i don't know, it's weird to me. lastly, i dislike being pestered about my life in chicago. "

".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]

" okay. fine. it's not going to be interesting. at all. so, yeah. i was born and raised in a small subburb about two hours outside of chicago, with my mother, my father, and my two little brothers. i'm the eldest of three children. and, well, i was always sort of the outcast of my family. i didn't listen. i had my own way i wanted to do things. i wanted to get away from the subburb and actually move into a city, and, well, my parents hated me for that. so, basically, from the ages of birth to sixteen years old, all in my life went well, nothing too exciting happened. well, when i was sixteen, see, i was at this party, i wound up wasted, i woke up with two tattoos and a piercing. my parents didn't react well to this, and i wound up getting kicked out. so, long story short, i emancipated myself, and moved to chicago. bad idea. things went okay for the first few months or so, but, by the time i turned seventeen, i was fucked. and, well, shit happened over two years, and we're not going to go into that, and then shortly before i turned twenty, i transferred into this school and here i am. the end. "

"Awe, well. Least you're still alive. Got yourself, right? That's the spirit. We'll look at your interview and give you the results, so sit tight for a few minutes, okay? And don't you dare think about leaving. I'll find you and interview you again. Don't get pissy with me, I'm just the goddamn interviewer."[/font]

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