Post by MAGGIE LOU DEVEROUX on Mar 16, 2010 2:42:06 GMT -5
FULL NAME: margot louise deveroux[/blockquote][/font]
NICKNAMES: maggie, lou, miss crazy lady
AGE & BIRTHDAY: twenty-three, december 23rd
HOMETOWN: nantes, france
ILLNESSES: N/A
SEXUALITY: asexual
MEMBER GROUP: teacher
margot, herself "okay... where do i, how you say, beginning? no, it is begin? oh. well, my name is margot louise deveroux, but call me, em, maggie. oh, how rude of me, bonjour! i teach french à l'école, jackson academy. em.. i do not, eh, particular enjoy freshmen... they are not so pleasant. makes me mad... get flustered and go, how americans say, babble in french, home language, then students call me crazy lady. my mother say that i am very impatient and stubborn. eh. i do not know. i enjoy listen to celine dion? i'zat her name? she holds much talent. i like board games, like life. not monopoly, i am bad at zat. too complicate... i am not very good at math. i have kitten who name is bear. he is fluffy. j'aime!"[/blockquote][/font]
anonymous, student "damn, miss d? i don't learn anything in her class, 'cause half the time she goes onto some crazy ramble when she gets frustrated. it's funny. i heard that she listens to celine dion all the time though, and that she collects pez dispensers. what a fucking freak. oh well, she's pretty hot though. i heard she's from france too. i wonder if she's into anal."
helen thomas, coworker "oh, maggie? she's a doll! a french doll, that is! it's so amusing, the way she talks, especially in english. there's something charming about foreign people, i swear to heaven! i love listening to her talk. her laugh is charming! i heard her mother died two years ago, might explain how sassy she is. i mean, god, if my mom died, i'd isolate myself in my home for about, fifteen years! shucks."
agosto basso, former lover "ah, i don't know if i consider margot a former lover if we have never made love. she was strange and drank a lot, and i don't know if i enjoyed living with her. very beautiful woman though. sad she does not believe in love, sad i did not know that."
amelia lowe, random acquaintance "five words? stubborn, impatient, pessimistic, anal retentive, sassy-pants. why is she still so adorable?"
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enjoys the color pink, board games, bear, cleaning, sweeping, drinking, wine conventions, any sort of conventions, black coffee, her homeland, reading, crude humor
dislikes americans, sleeping, heat, sweaty people, soda, most of her students, technology, complication, mathematics, teaching (what...), most men, most things in life
NAME/ALIAS: JAWWWNAWWW[/blockquote][/font]
AGE: 37,412
EXPERIENCE: four years
TIMEZONE: central
ANYTHING ELSE: lol hi i hate my computer so f@^7-ing much... meoooooowww *purrs* ;)
So many times had Hayley heard that love wasn't love without any pain to it, and so many times Hayley ignored it. No, it wouldn't happen to her; Jacob and her's relationship had something else to it that was different, their relationship was absolutely flawless (aside from the fact that it would be helpful kissing him if she were just a bit taller.) But it smacked her right dab in the face that love did in fact not only hurt, but killed. It was destroying her piece by piece, letting her fall into a miserable hole of nothingness. And that was the worst part, there was nothing to grasp onto in that hole, not even a wimpy branch. It supported no hope, just letting her fall and fall and fall, with no end to the pain.
But there was a thing about recovery. Hayley was slowly getting there, with the help of Ivy; it was the time with the thunderstorm at the beach with Ivy that she could realize that it was okay and normal to be heartbroken and that she would get better. Day by day, Hayley would do just a little bit more, and heck, maybe she'd get in two square meals without plunging it back into the toilet (no, she wasn't bulimic.) She'd be lucky if she got a little sun; her skin was so pale, you could see the veins running underneath her skin and through her blood. You could say this was overreacting about the whole break-up, but if you truly knew Hayley, it was nothing at all. Maybe you could blame the fact that she was so (or possibly too) naive to love, which was partly true. But there was such strong of a connection that she just couldn't let go of the fact that it was really over. Her and her stubborn self; she never let go of anything.
You could blame every bit of the break-up on Hayley; she was the one who ran away in the first place, right? When in doubt, run away; that was the very lesson that everyone told her was wrong, to never do it. And she thought it was so stupid, when she was younger, for people to go and run away from problems like that. But there she was, arguing and fighting her little heart and mind out that day at the mall, only running away afterwards.
Currently, Hayley was indulging in the pleasure of watching television, flipping on some channel with some cheap movie with horrendous acting. They actually produced movies like this? Hayley didn't care though, as the lines were absorbed into her head like soap with a sponge. Her knees were pressed up against her chest, letting her chin rest on her right knee. It was only seconds before the phone erupted and began ringing repeatedly. It didn't take but a moment to finally realize that it was her phone, with the default ring-tone set for... Jacob. Jacob was calling her? Unbelievable. It wasn't very difficult for Hayley to convince herself that Jacob wasn't really calling her (yes, her mind was slightly disturbed when it came to Jacob.) She let the ring-tone continue on, until it stopped, letting Hayley go back to her movie. Except, she lost all interest in the moving screen, anxious of whether he left a message or not. No, she wouldn't dare lay a finger on the cell phone that was left on her nightstand. But she absolutely had to! In a matter of seconds, Hayley was found flipping her cellphone open, clicking "Yes" to view her voicemail. She was guilty of pressing the phone against his ear, listening to the smooth harmony of his sweet voice. The beach.
Hayley found enough effort to go back and turn off the television set, returning back to her room. Going to the beach was a plan to debate over; would she go? wad the big question. Yes? No? Maybe so? She had to, having a feeling that she would never be able to close her eyes again if she didn't. "Yes," she whispered to herself, "I'll go." With that mentally engraved in her mind, Hayley headed towards her closet. The past few weeks have been spent wearing pajamas, so her closet was left abandoned after the day of the "mall marathon!"
It didn't take much time to decide on her attire, throwing on a simple black shirt with a clean v-neck and some black skinny jeans. She slipped on a yellow jacket subconsciously, before letting her feet slide into a pair of plain, black Chucks. The girl was set, only grabbing her phone and her keys before she headed out the door, forgetting what it felt like to be outside of her dorm for once.
She arrived at the beach, parking her car a safe distance away from the actual beach itself. Hayley let her eyes roam amongst the sand, spotting some figures here and there. And then... There. There was him. Jacob. The girl let herself out of the car, deciding that it was too late to go back home now. I mean, the minute she stepped out of her dorm, it was impossible to go back. Only a few moments later was Hayley approaching him, as her eyes were still struggling to adjust to the bright rays of the sun. "Oh gosh," she mumbled, only a few yards away from him now. Hayley stole a seat next to the "stranger" beside her, as she fought to find the right words in her head. "Hey," she managed, staring out into the ocean. It was best to avoid eye contact now.
But there was a thing about recovery. Hayley was slowly getting there, with the help of Ivy; it was the time with the thunderstorm at the beach with Ivy that she could realize that it was okay and normal to be heartbroken and that she would get better. Day by day, Hayley would do just a little bit more, and heck, maybe she'd get in two square meals without plunging it back into the toilet (no, she wasn't bulimic.) She'd be lucky if she got a little sun; her skin was so pale, you could see the veins running underneath her skin and through her blood. You could say this was overreacting about the whole break-up, but if you truly knew Hayley, it was nothing at all. Maybe you could blame the fact that she was so (or possibly too) naive to love, which was partly true. But there was such strong of a connection that she just couldn't let go of the fact that it was really over. Her and her stubborn self; she never let go of anything.
You could blame every bit of the break-up on Hayley; she was the one who ran away in the first place, right? When in doubt, run away; that was the very lesson that everyone told her was wrong, to never do it. And she thought it was so stupid, when she was younger, for people to go and run away from problems like that. But there she was, arguing and fighting her little heart and mind out that day at the mall, only running away afterwards.
Currently, Hayley was indulging in the pleasure of watching television, flipping on some channel with some cheap movie with horrendous acting. They actually produced movies like this? Hayley didn't care though, as the lines were absorbed into her head like soap with a sponge. Her knees were pressed up against her chest, letting her chin rest on her right knee. It was only seconds before the phone erupted and began ringing repeatedly. It didn't take but a moment to finally realize that it was her phone, with the default ring-tone set for... Jacob. Jacob was calling her? Unbelievable. It wasn't very difficult for Hayley to convince herself that Jacob wasn't really calling her (yes, her mind was slightly disturbed when it came to Jacob.) She let the ring-tone continue on, until it stopped, letting Hayley go back to her movie. Except, she lost all interest in the moving screen, anxious of whether he left a message or not. No, she wouldn't dare lay a finger on the cell phone that was left on her nightstand. But she absolutely had to! In a matter of seconds, Hayley was found flipping her cellphone open, clicking "Yes" to view her voicemail. She was guilty of pressing the phone against his ear, listening to the smooth harmony of his sweet voice. The beach.
Hayley found enough effort to go back and turn off the television set, returning back to her room. Going to the beach was a plan to debate over; would she go? wad the big question. Yes? No? Maybe so? She had to, having a feeling that she would never be able to close her eyes again if she didn't. "Yes," she whispered to herself, "I'll go." With that mentally engraved in her mind, Hayley headed towards her closet. The past few weeks have been spent wearing pajamas, so her closet was left abandoned after the day of the "mall marathon!"
It didn't take much time to decide on her attire, throwing on a simple black shirt with a clean v-neck and some black skinny jeans. She slipped on a yellow jacket subconsciously, before letting her feet slide into a pair of plain, black Chucks. The girl was set, only grabbing her phone and her keys before she headed out the door, forgetting what it felt like to be outside of her dorm for once.
She arrived at the beach, parking her car a safe distance away from the actual beach itself. Hayley let her eyes roam amongst the sand, spotting some figures here and there. And then... There. There was him. Jacob. The girl let herself out of the car, deciding that it was too late to go back home now. I mean, the minute she stepped out of her dorm, it was impossible to go back. Only a few moments later was Hayley approaching him, as her eyes were still struggling to adjust to the bright rays of the sun. "Oh gosh," she mumbled, only a few yards away from him now. Hayley stole a seat next to the "stranger" beside her, as she fought to find the right words in her head. "Hey," she managed, staring out into the ocean. It was best to avoid eye contact now.
