NIXON, ophelia delilah
Jun 9, 2010 22:22:08 GMT -5
Post by des on Jun 9, 2010 22:22:08 GMT -5
ophilia delilah nixon.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. ophelia delilah nixon
stage name. ophelia, nixon, lia
nicknames.
age & dob. twenty five & may twenty-fourth
gender. female
sexual orientation. heterosexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. born in california, raised in new york.
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 5'9"
eyes. blue
hair. blonde
build. slender
distinguishing features. poofy cheeks
play-by. esti ginzburg..stacia ellis
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. acting, dancing, music, life, family, singing, laughing, pictures, food, goofying, fashion, braclets, cell phone, black, finger nail polish, christmas, guys, snow, thunderstorms, cuddling, old movies, cars, alcohol, partying, dancing, food, fashion, her looks, holding hands, relationships, debates, horse back riding, obama, guys, male models, guy fashion, sundresses, summer dresses, skirts, levi jeans, calvin klein, heels, green, vitamin water, sprite, tennis, laughing, monk, tv, ice cream, running, working out, gym, wendy's, photos, long hair, winne the pooh, children, skiing, snow, the cold, heat, the beach, nudity, winning, not caring, politics, animals, puppies, snow cones, iceys, gum, surfing, shopping, rain, love, singing, ponytail holders, mineral makeup, blue eyes, r&b, rap, hannah montana, disney channel, little mermaid, cinderella, coffee, caffeine, jolly ranchers, lifesavers, life guards, her hair, her legs, vogue, gossip, seventeen, teen vougue, scarves, flats, sandals, french manicures, pedicures, ben & jerry, sushi, steak, friends, inside jokes, losers, nerds, family guy, wii, guitar hero, sleeping in, soccer guys, tennis guys, baseball guys, football guys, junk food, jokes, IMing, texting, big sunglasses, traveling, hot accents, hot chocolate, chocolate, apple cider, hot apple cider, new york, rome, chinese food, italian guys, subways, jerry springer, muary.
hates. paparazzi, making nothing into something, being cheated on, dumped, her weight being talked about, slutty girls, catty girls, bitches, being told what to do, lisp, catfights, mudfights, guys rolling their eyes, cats, people keeping secrets from me, spiders, heights, tripping, doing a dance move wrong, selena gomaz, whores, alcoholics, drugs, rap music, most country music, too much tv, small towns, not being crowded, quietness, liars, stuff i guess.
quirks. plays with her hair all the time, rolls her eyes when people mention twlight, biting her lip when she wants something.
aspirations. become a mom & have a family, being a big star, not have to settle for her parents.
secrets. slept with a female cousin (didn't know at the time), terrified of freddy kruger
personality evaluated. "I'm a very caring person, no matter how much I rather not be. . That is the way I'm am, even when I was young. I couldn't go around seeing other people have nothing while I had everything. I will do the little things as well. Like going out with a friend loan money if they need it, or just pay for the meal all together. I've have so much money, there is no use in just keeping it myself. Then there is times when I'm generous about other things besides money. Like clothes, cds, whatever. It just don't feel right to not share, when I know I can, and should. I'm a good friend, person in general. The way I am, is hard for me to walk away from a bad situation. Not able to stand people cry and feel pain. I have a lot of remorse for that type of things, especially since when it comes to financial. Especially when it comes down to her friends I'm very keen on sensing their emotions. Trying to be there for as much people as I can, solve things I'm not suppose to be involved in. I would do absolutely anything for my friends, even if that means getting myself into some kind of trouble, I really couldn't care less about that.
"Even though I loves to argue, and can do that very well, I'm a really a nice girl in heart. I try to stay on other peoples good side, and that's when my sweet and generous side is out. If you take a look back in my history you wouldn't have any idea how I've became too sweet, heck, I don't even know how. Maybe from my dad's side, but even then they have their rough days. I have no reason to actually not be nice, unless I'm is pissed off at someone. Then I can be a complete opposite of myself and be bitchy. Still I'm genuinely nice to everyone, at lease I try to be. My friendly side can be taken advantage of. Which is why it is hard for me to trust people. My friendly side usually shows up after 12, when I'm fully awoke. At times I don't care about others, and wish maybe that I didn't have to be so nice to others. That's just the way I'm am, and theres no denying it.
"Most people probably can't tell that I'm is a very smart girl. Book smarts and street. When I was in high school it was very hard to hide the fact that I had gotten A's in all my classes, while my friends all were failling the classes. Then at times I didn't or wasn't afraid to hide the fact. I didn't want to be seen as a dork, or a girl who loved to read. Still, when I was suppose to be at parties with friends, I would be finishing up the homework assignment. Which all my friends would try to copy off the next morning. It really didn't bother me though, if they were satisfied with it, so was I. Not being nagged for not going out to the great party that night. I had gone to an private school, and a lot of smart people did go there. Not as if you could tell by the way they acted. Still, it wasn't easy for me to be pretty, hang with the "IT" girls, and have brains. Either I was classified as a dork with no life, or a ditz who couldn't stay away from the booze. The world of the rich kids was hard to live in. I got use to the judgment everyone gave me, and tried to be myself as best I could.
"I'm usually an outgoing girl. I have this fun loving personality going on about me. When I wasn't studying and doing all the school work in high school, I was usually with friends. That's when my outgoing side would come out. I love to have fun, and it didn't matter what we were doing. Though when we were doing the crazy things that's when I would really be high off of the amusement. It was like nothing else matter but having fun and making others laugh with me. If I had to dance in her underwear and bra, then that is something I would do. Besides, I love to do that anyway. Sitting around doing absolutely nothing was not in my agenda, yet alone my vocabulary. Being with my friends and having fun was what I love to do. No matter how much work I've didn't get done that day. I just can't stay in the house that long, and not do anything. Life is too short, and I have to make the best of it somehow.
"I'm a very calm and collected person. I try to keep my cool in every bad situation I'm put in. Weather if its with my mother or some other drama. Fussing only causes wrinkles, at lease that is what my mother would tell me. Drama causes way too many problems, and that's one thing I don't need. Whatever the situation is I try to solve it as blissful as a person can. No matter what it is. If it dangerous and with my friends, or stressful with my parents. Even thoughI have this cool personality sometimes it can be hard to deal with it all alone. Still, I try doing this the best of my ability. Just keeping a calm expression seems to keep everyone else cool as well, even if I'm freaked out. I hate when I keeps things bottled in, hiding my emotions, but in bad situations sometimes I just have to. I can be a pro at it, but talking about it is the way to go.
"I try not to lean on others for help. I'm a "like to do everything on my own" type of person. I'm a fiercely independent girl. I never go to my mother for anything. It always lead into some kind of argument, so maybe that's why I do everything on my own. At lease I try with the best ability I'm able to. My dad had taught me to trust no one, and lean on no one but myself. So growing up I couldn't help but grow to be independent, lean on myself. My dad being being the owner of not one, but two major wine companies it made it impossible for him to be home longer then two days. One company in the US, while the other were overseas in the wonderful land people like to call England. My mom was a retired Supermodel. She did nothing, expect get waited on hand and foot. So if I wanted things done, I either had to ask the maids and butlers, or do it myself. My mom usually traveled around the world, threw big parties, tells me how to dress. I practically lived at hone alone. Of course we had the couple of maids, butlers, and chefs. Still I had no family around. Long story short, I've learned if I wanted something done, do it myself...especially if she wanted it done right.
"Most girls you meet are flirty with cute guys. Its in the pretty girls genes, its hard not to. I know I'm a good looking girl, and I know that guys know it too, not trying to brag or anything like that. I got use to this fact at the age of four. When I would look in the mirror thinking I was all that in a bag of chips. I loved the camera and would take hundreds of pictures. Most people would call me conceited, but I just loved the fact that I was or am beautiful. Why wouldn't I use this to my advantage? Cute guys and pretty girls mixed. When I got of age I had this sex appeal, which she also used in her advantage. Couple of unbuttons here, hair toss there. Any cute guy in my line of vision, I would flirt with. Batting the eyelashes were for amateurs, and I've moved on to the next big thing. Touching feeling, laughing, the whole nine yards. Though this got me in trouble with a few girls, girls who were "mad" that I was "all over their mans." Whatever, what they didn't know was that their "man's" had flirted right back. Some would even take the bait and ask me out. Still, now its so effortless, I can't even tell when I'm flirting. Most people should know by now that I'm the type of girl to kiss a guy on the cheek bye, hugging type of girl. I can't help it, it was the way I was born. It's in my genes.
"Even though I can be all generous, friendly, sweet, I have my stubborn side. You usually will see it when I'm determined on something. Still, I can be very argumental when my stubborn sides come out. This is one of sides that you really don't want to see. Though I know everybody has a stubborn side one way or another. I really can get under peoples skin when she is stubborn, which is probably the worst part about it all. Since I rarely likes to hear no in other people's vocabulary, well, when it comes to myself. I'm determined to do a lot of great things in my life. Then when I set my mind on something, there is no standing in my way. I can be very focused on one thing at a time in my life, then almost nothing else matters. My determined side is nothing to be ashamed of. Its for the greater good, or my good, at lease. I don't use my strengths to get someone in bed, or anything along those lines. I loves to argue. That is something I can do to a tee. I knows how to push peoples buttons to get what I want. I also knows when to back the hell off and just give up. I've met a couple of my matches, but that's the fun in it all. Still, I got the side from my Dad. He is all about arguing when it comes to work, and my love life. The two argue like an married old couple. Also, people see this side when I do have my mind on something and focused to get it."
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. rick nixon, fifty-two, ceo
mother. nicole nixon , age , retired model
siblings. n.a
pets. brownie, yorkie
other family. twenty seven year old cousin name heather, uncle brett (dad side), aunt joe (step..dad), uncle stan (mom)
history evaluated. NICOLE'S BEGINNING
Living the good life. She didn't even know how to explain it, not even to the fellow supermodels of her time. There was something about them all that had gotten them all were they were that day in their lives. Their hair, eyes, figure, catwalk, fashion sense. Whatever it was, it could never compare. Not to Nicole Bennett. The Bennett. The biggest supermodel of her time. She was loaded, her family had been poor and now because of her they were swimming in the gold. She was known for it all. Her exquisite eyes. These green blue eyes that pierced through you like a silver blade. They were remarkable, hell, they still are. You can see them for yards away, and everyone loved her for them. They booked her for those eyes. Her catwalk. It was funamunial. She have varieties of them. She knew how to run it, and she always stuck it. Nicole changed it up for almost every show, and she would hear people raving about it the next morning. Her fashion sense. Now having the money she had a fashion sense that you would never think a poor girl could have. She knew what looked right on her, and what didn't. Nicole knew what looked right on everyone. She wore nothing but what was in season. Never wore anything twice, all was given to charity. This luscious blonde hair that went beneath her shoulders. It was full of life, volume. Lets not get started on her figure. What girl didn't want a figure like hers. Not too skinny, and not too thin. She had happen to be just right, and she isn't even bragging. Never in a million years did she think that her career would be over. Still, she lived those years to the fullest.
Before she had moved to New York and became the wonderful model, she had lived in a small town in Ohio. Nicole never even wanted to become a model, it just happened. Still her earlier childhood years were adored. When she was old enough to walk she was put into ballet. Most girls you will meet now days hate it. Well hate the fact that their parents make them do it. Her, she loved every second of it. The rush of it all. She had went to a school on scholarship on it. She was going to be a big dancer. Everyone knew it. Her, her teacher, her parents. All she had to do was keep doing it, and that is what she planned. She was the lead in a lot of the dance recitals, the "star" her dad would have told her. Just like she should have been. Still, it all came to an end. One day at practice she had tore something in her knee. She had to have an emergency surgery. Though the doctors had told her that she could dance again, she felt as if it would never be the same.
So she had went back home, and went to the local high school. What else did she have to do? Her parents were no longer happy with one another, and only would smile around one another when out in public. Nicole would hear the fights as she locked herself in the room, but never take it too seriously. She had her eyes on a new prize, acting. She was going to leave the small Ohio place and go to California. Make herself big, become something. She couldn't stand staying in the small hick town, especially not with her parents. The people wouldn't get along anymore. When she finally was a junior, that when her parents had lost it. The two had decided to get an divorce. Nicole could say she was surprise though. When people fought as much as the two of them, you had to pray that they would end each other misery and divorce. That's what they did. Still, her dad moved away, and she was stuck with her mom. Doing squat. Until she had entered a school beauty patent, and won. Which led her to New York City. She didn't even think that she had the looks for a model. It wasn't long before she had got signed with one of the hottest modeling agency. Still, it had taking an year before she could actually move her family out to her. Before she actually had money to do what she wanted to do.
RICK'S BEGINNING
A wine taster, a famous one. His name is on billboards, he attends the award shows, meet the famous. He is positive that his number is on speed dial of Brad Pitt, Tom Cruz, and many more. He owns not one, but TWO big companies. Not just any companies, but wine companies. One big great one in California, and another one in England. He has to go to each one at lease twice a week to stay in check with everything. He is a big wine seller, and taster. What he does for the great good. Without him, there would be no great wine. He travels all over the world to find the spectacular taste, then sell it to all of the rich and famous. His wines are sold all over the world. You will see the in wine cellars, weddings, parties, every where. His job makes him be on the run twenty-four seven. No more alone time with his wife, at lease not longer then two days. His daughter, he doesn't even spend quality time with her. His friends are usually the one's that require something different, special. Those are the famous. The ones you will see in movies, or hear on the radio. They want something new for their big party, or celebration they are having for some reason.
A rich boy. A pretty boy. That all you really need to explain the young ambitious guy. He was rich, and everyone knew that. He lived in the wonderful chaotic life of New York. Going to one of the most strict schools in the country. At lease that's what the freshman's thought. Rick, well he ran the school. He was every girls dream, and all the guys were pals with him. He was the captain of the lacrosse and soccer team. His jock type had drew him to many. Lets just say he wasn't no Saint. He didn't care too much about commitment or feelings of that matter. He was one of those players. Get it, then leave it. He really didn't care. Most girls knew about him, and they obviously didn't care for the fact that they keep coming for him. He was lust after by many, and he had to say he loved it. He had this brown hair that reached his eyebrows in the front, and shorter in the back. His body was your usually athletic body, like a swimmers. These hazel sparkling eyes that could make any girls heart melt. He was your usual charmer. He ability when it came to sports were great. He won almost every game he played in, and all the teachers loved him for that reason. Still, his wasn't looking forward to make a profession out of it. He had another thing in his mind. He was great with tasting alcohol. He could taste almost any drink with his eyes closed.
His family were rich, for since they all could remember. Before his parents they were rich, before his parents parents they were rich, and before them. It had been since before time, at lease that what he though. Whoever was the first generation had struck oil on their land. Leaving all of them rich for generations, till his time. It helped the fact since all the man in their family had done something useful with their college degrees. Lawyers, doctors, everything that could pay well. His parents had both worked, even though if they didn't have to. His dad was a judge in California, while his mom had been a college professor. The two had worked hard, and expected nothing but the best for their kids. Actually they had been happily married for eighteen years now.
THEY MEET
Nicole had reach stardom. She had gone to the hot parties, tried all of the latest drugs. Her number was number two on speed dial on all the big designers phones. She was paid thousands if not millions to walk for a certain designer. That day was a big show, one of the biggest in a while. Of course she was one of the models walking on the runway with her fierce look. She had spent hours that day getting ready. She had to wake up for her daily workout, get her hair done, massage, nails done, and then go to the place in New York were the fashion show would be held out. Backstage was so crazy, it was hard to change, go done the runway, go back, and change again. Still, she had caught the eye of the one and only Rick Nixon.
Rick was forced to go to the show. His sister had wanted to go see the new season designers, and known of her "girlfriends" could make it. So he had got dragged alone to go with her, no matter how much he begged her for her not to. Not only did he have to go, but he had to go with her to shop for something to wear, get her nails done, and the worse, her hair cut. He was going to die, but when they made it to the fashion show, he met the girl of his dreams. Her piercing eyes attracted him instantly to her. He hadn't had a girl in a while too, and this would actually be a challenged. At lease he hoped it would be. Scoring a supermodel, and a hot one at that. She had the body, and this would go down in history if he slept with THE NICOLE. It was all fair in love and war, and all he had his mind on was getting laid. He didn't know they two would get married.
They met up in the back, since his sister was cool with a couple of the models. He had his eyes on the price. He didn't feel any nervous or shyness. Did he ever? No, he was Rick Nixon after-all. Girls fawned over him. He had the looks, the money, what the heck did he ever need to be nervous over. Besides, who didn't want him. He would have his slick side, and flirting a little here in there. The fact that is woman was a model, he had to be into her, but not that into her. He would flirt with her one second, then turn his attention to some other babe with long nice legs. This was his expertise, he knew what he was talking about. So he had walked to the backstage with his sister, has if he owned the place. Those girls meant nothing to him, at lease that's how he looked. He acted as if none of it was new for him, and pure boredom on his handsome face. Their first stop was Nicole, and his plan went into action. Never did he think it would play off so well.
Head over hills is what they were. The night they met, at lease one of them knew that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with one another. Rick had played all smooth, and that had caught her attention to him. Still, he didn't seem to be that interested in her, which was pretty strange. Every girl loved her. Her pictures were in lockers all over the world. Being in Playboy had really caught guys attention. Rick, he was just different. She had did something that she never done in a million years. She had asked him out, and of course invited his sister along. So it wouldn't be like a date, but the two still could hang out. She didn't know that guys actually have to think on an offer like that. Her hopes were crash when he was about to decline, but his sister quickly accepted. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Still, t hat night she put on a new Gucci dress, Marc Jacobs shoes, and they apparently partied like "rockstars". It didn't even phase her that the same night she invited him into her apartment. Every since, they've been inseparable.
Once they were out of high school, and somewhat on their on they got engage. Even though she was still traveling all over the world, and he was in college. They stayed close, and tried to talk to one as much as they could. Which about ten times a day, everyday. Some liked to call it puppy love, but they knew they would be together, forever. Still, the didn't get pregnant till a year after their wedding. They were in no hurry to rush things. Taking everything slow, cherishing everything they had together. Then when they conceived Ophelia they knew that their lives would change. Nicole went into retirement. Even if she lost the weight, which she did, she still wanted to spend her time with her family. Rick had got his first wine company in California. It had already shot off the ground, and money was pouring in. With his family riches, his wives money, and his, they were billionaires in no time. That's not counting his family money, since they already were billionaires before he was even born.
OPHELIAS BEGINNING
May twenty fourth was just another day. The birds were chirping, dogs barking, children yelling. Women screaming as their water breaks, and rush to the hospital. Yells, and cuss were thrown out as if it was cash. Every contraction, a new cuss word was invented by someone. It was no different for Nicole Bündchen. Actually, she was probably one of the worst women you might see in labor. She wasn't afraid to swear in front of the world. It was just another word in the American language. So she swore like a pro. That's not it, she wasn't the only one in pain that day during birth. So was Rick. Everyone knows that the husband holds the hand, try to soothe their precious wives's or girlfriends. That's what he tried to do, but Nicole wasn't satisfied. Not until someone else was screaming in pain like her. Who better then the person that did it to her, Rick. Instead of grabbing the muscular hand that was intended to her like they practice during baby classes, she had grabbed his glorious jewels. He probably was in the worst pain of them both, combined. The doctors had to pry her hands away from him, and he was laying in a bed beside her. Screams and whimpers was probably the only thing you could hear in that room. A couple of doctors telling Nicole to push, while nurses gathered ice for him.
Weighing in at 6 pounds, 2 ounces the beautiful baby girl was brought into the world. Her cries were loud signing off that she was perfectly healthy. Two days later she left the hospital with her mom and dad. Them, and the loads of paparazzi trying to take a shot of the supermodel first newborn baby. Even though Nicole had retired it was still a hassle to have peace, especially leaving in California. No matters, they had to lave the hospital sooner or later. Ophelia was rushed home where everything had been waiting for her. The hired help, the yellow wallpaper walls, toys, everything a newborn baby girl could want. She was closed off to the world, and left alone for the family and friends. They were strict about it all. Wash your hands before touching her, no pictures, don't squeeze her. They were great parents, especially the fact that Ophelia were their first...who knew she would be the last. After a month of Opheliawas born they were ready to announce her to the world. People's magazine got the exclusive. Photos, interview, camera crew their for the first look of the baby room. The issue sold off the racks, and questions were being asked if she would have another. To get her point across, she went back to the hospital and had her tubes tied.
At a young age Ophelia was famous. The paparazzi would try to get any photo of her they could. Seeing her out with her mother, shopping, anywhere. The two would appear in some kind of magazine. Most would thing that the two had this great relationship. You would see them shopping together, her mom giving her pointers, smiling, eating together. It just seemed like everything was great at home. Though behind close doors it was so different. The two never got along. The fought every time they wasn't a camera in sight. "Wear this...No...Then this...No...He was cute...Did you see his mole." It was a never ending conversation. Ophelia figured her mother was out to ruin her. She was a has been, at lease that's what she thought. No matter how much fashion sense she had, or still does have, her mother couldn't tell her what to wear. Even if she caved in at the end of the day and listen. They were "Bündchen's" after all. A Bündchen wouldn't be caught dead in some trashy last season attire. A "Bündchen" wouldn't even think about dating someone who didn't have money. You would never think that Nicole Bündchen was once poor in her life. Since she had no symphony for the others around her, especially the poor.
Ophelia attended nothing but the best schools. No matter how far away from her family she was, her parents wouldn't have it any other way. No Bündchen would attend a regular public school. She didn't care though. She didn't get along with her mother, so any time she got time away from the wicked witch, it was fine with her. Boarding school was always dramaful, and eventful. Things you might see on TV or something was probably what went on at her school. Her and her dad were okay. They weren't the closest, but closer then her mom. Her childhood life was mostly something like that. She would be at school most of the time, then during Christmas break, or something she would go home. Even if she didn't get along with her parents, it was nice to be at home sometimes. At school she would do things like act, or model. Her mom started overracting when she started to really talk back to her. So decided to sent her off to LA. Which is where she really starting her acting career. One of her moms friends had told her about a acting job, and thought she'd be perfect for the part, and that was the beginning of everything.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. desirae
years of rp experience. two or three
other characters. none
how did you find us. advert on can't be tamed
roleplay sample.----- looking over at the Cheers clock that hung up in Purple Sneakers, she grabbed her worker times card, and stamped it, before slidding it back into the right selection. She had went to work earlier that morning, and it was now almost eight o'clock. Pandora was beyond tired, and just wanted to go home and relax, maybe even sleep. After she grubbed on some food that could be microwaved of corse. Earlier that day she had text Alec asking him to stop by so he can pick up some of the pictures they had taken together when they were dating. It was strange to her why he wanted them when they had broken up, and now only friends. She didn't say anything about why he needed them, and was going to let him take which ever ones he perferred. She had tons of them taken from random people on the street, then some where they are the shitty ones she tried to take herself. Alec never really taken them because he seemed to really careless about taking the pictures. Pandora need to take recent one of him, since she was just recently back in town and had yet to really see him in person. She missed her best friend, and their coo coo ways.
----- saying bye to Candy who also worked at Purple Sneakers she went back to the workers lounge and got her purse and keys out of her locker. She waved to a few regulars she would see, and usually came around doing her shift time because she gave them discounts. Walking out t club she looked around, and headed down the pavement. Everyday she usually walked to work because it wasn't that far, and just in case she stayed afterwards and got drunk, she didnt have to worry about drinking and driving. Moving down the street it was silent and the only thing she could really hear was the clicking of her stellios. Her blond hair blowing softly in the wind. Pandora yawned as she pulled her keys out her purse, and unlocked her apartment door. She tossed her purse and keys on the table by the door, and kicked off her shoes to the side, and headed towards the kitchen to make herself a pot of coffee, then get the pictures together.
----- pressing play on the answering machine she tried to listen as best as she could as she poured water into the pot. Whoever left the message was very abtruse. They mumbled every few words together, and by the end of it she gvae up trying to understand. Leaning against the counter as the coffee brewed, listening to the message from her mom. Pandora ended up hitting the delete button half way through, not even to hear the rest to know that her mom was just talking about their usual casual Sunday night dinner. Finishing making herself a cup of coffee she headed back to her room to look through the box of photos she had kept from when she had dated Alec. She easily ran through them, tossing the ones that she looked good in on one side, and they ergergious photos on the side that she would keep and toss out later. Sitting crossed leg, coffee cup in her hands has she made three piles. A "yeah" pile for him to take, "maybe so", and a "hell no." She really didn't care which one he had chosen has long as the pictures were felictious in her eyes. At lease germane to the ones she liked. Yawning she sat her coffee cup down, and headed to her dressers so she could changed out her skinny jeans and vest she wore to work that day.