Malonie, Devyn Rae

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DEVYN RAE MALONE XX 19 SOPHOMORE

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played by toe.

"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]

Dev, Rae- that's it. And don't go making any pet names, got it?[/i][/size]

"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]

And yet you completely ignore me, how typical. I like to wear gloves, and no- don't you dare call me Michael Jackson. I'm talking about the ripped, leather gloves. The biker ones, yeah. Fishnets are a must in my ordinary style, blue jean shorts with spandex underneath. Leather jacket- I'm never seen without one. Sunglasses, because I hate people trying to make eye contact with me. Does that about answer your question, BABE?

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"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]

Actually, no. I wore this because my million dollar pants were still at the dry cleaner's. I'm bisexual, although if I had to choose I'd live in a world full of males. The emotional breakdowns are just not my thing, you know? And as for drinking and smoking, count me in any day. (She's not an addict! :P)

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"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]

Oh, please. Do I look like the type of girl to have secrets? Honestly, people like you never stop amusing me. (She had been raped by her father years ago when she was about thirteen, right around the same time when he introduced her to drugs)

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"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe? Nah, really. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"[/font]

Where do I see myself in ten years? Still trying to graduate from this hell of a school. -Laugh- Honestly, I really have no goals. Just go with the flow, know what I'm saying? If my fate is to be the next top model, then I guess I'm going to be the next top model. (Wishes to be a fashion designer, but doubts herself)

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"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. Sports? Art? Give me some dirt![/font]

I used to be on the swimming team, and the softball team. But my parents took me off because I wasn't 'mentally fit' for competitive sports. I always suspected they made me quit because I wasn't the daughter they thought they'd be blessed with, but everyone knows I go just a little over the top when it comes to competitions, so ehh. I don't like letting people down, especially my mother, so you can expect me to try my hardest at everything I do. But I.. -Mischeivous smile- have been known to spread a rumor or two. I like drama, what can I say? Don't trust me with your secrets, they'll be spreading faster than you can say 'oops'. But it's not like I'm entirely unreliable. I have my moments, don't we all? You can sure as hell expect me to have your back when it comes to fights, I'mma be going batshit insane on anyone that messes with a friend of mine. Everyone thinks I'm pretty independent, though, so don't expect ME to go to YOU when I need to be backed up or anything. I'm a lone wolf, as some might say. But heey, you want to know more- don't you? Meet me after the interview, we can learn a little more about each other.

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"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today - what's your background?"[/font]

I was born into a poor family in Detroit. My father was an alcoholic, my mother doing everything in her power to earn just a little more money so we could get away from the son of a bitch. She was a waitress at a small restraunt, coming home to a regular beating from a drunken fool. But that wasn't even the half of it- he hit me for every time she'd scream, and he sure as heck wasn't going easy on her just for the sake of my well-being. So in my early teens I already had a rough exterior. Good old dad thought it was wise to get me used to the streets at a young age, so he'd drop me off every weekend to learn a little something about the hood. You know how many catcalls I'd get a day? I don't either, I lost count! My grades were dropping as my interest for the ghetto increased. My mother would beg and beg me not to go out there, to stay and do homework. But who wants to do homework when they have the oppurtunity to learn how to handle a gun? It's amazing that I even graduated from the place, I had to have the lowest GPA in my class. But still my mother persists, and as much as I don't want to be here- here I am. -Scowls-

"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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about you!

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[iris]

she's a badass!