WEAVER, lacey anne

[lacey]

lacey anne weaver.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. lacey anne weaver.
stage name. lacey weaver.
nicknames. lace, speed racer, blondie, murphy.
age & dob. twenty-five/april 1st nineteen eighty-five.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. experimental.
career. tv/film actor.
hometown. las vegas, nevada.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot & seven inches.
eyes. chocolate brown.
hair. platinum blonde.
build. athletic.
distinguishing features. "i guess you could say that my legs are one of my distinguishing features. i mean, these things go on for days… maybe even weeks. who knows."
play-by. victoria "pixie" lott.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. "oh god.. this list could get a little long. well, i guess i'll start off with the materialistic things like: fast cars, red lipstick, hair dye, oversized glasses, sun hats, my smokey violet blackberry, any type of jeans that make my butt look good, hairspray (lots of it!), nightclubbing, anything made by michael kors, and robert pattinson because he's my secret celebrity crush. if you want to get on a more personal note, you'll come to find that i am in love with the smell of salty air when i walk on the beach. i also love freshly mowed grass, dancing in the shower (even though i fall on my ass here and there), summer breezes, traveling, cooking italian food on nights in with my dog, puff daddy. oh! you can add cinnamon rolls, coloring books, go-karting, tanning, and post-its 'cause they're basically a necessity in my life nowadays."
hates. "hmm, i don't like picking up dog poop first and foremost. i hate watching a tv show on a network that only plays the same four episodes, jungle gyms, taking my car in for repairs, earthquakes, crappy desert landscaping, del taco, nosey people, murky lake water, and bungee jumping."
quirks. "okay, people say that i do this all the time, but i never can hear myself doing it. i guess when i eat i make these weird moan-ish noises. not on purpose either. my mom used to make fun of me whenever we ate dinner. i always have this thing where whenever i'm standing still i'll stick out my right foot and point it. i think i can blame that one on my mother's attempt to get me to become a ballerina. also, if i have to sit down and listen to a lecture or am just bored in general, i'll start to braid some of my hair to pass the time."
aspirations. "aspirations… well, let's see. like every other girl in the world, i hope to get married some day and start having beautiful children. i hope that i become a big star one of these days. that's why people get in this business, right? i hope that at some point in my life i get the chance to visit every continent at least once. oh! and i want to play wonder woman… whenever that role is available."
secrets. "uhm, put this one off the record will ya? back in vegas i wasn't really aware of the consequences you can get yourself when you're helping someone commit embezzlement. the stupid stuff you do when you're in love and dying to keep them around. i was just a kid then, but that's just a worn out excuse. on a lighter note i broke collar bone falling off a jungle gym when i was ten. that's a secret, right?"
personality evaluated.

"i always was, and probably always will be, a little impatient, slightly spoiled, accident prone, smart, and determined little girl. i say little because i am in fact still a child. twenty-five doesn't mean anything! after my brother died i've tried to live in the fast lane. i'm surprised that i still wake up in perfect condition every morning. and perfect condition to me means only with a few scrapes or bruises on my hands and knees. i made it twenty-five years when shane only got eighteen. everything i do is for him and my daddy. i stand up for what i believe is right and don't let my beliefs get squashed by other individuals. i'll go through whatever i need to so 'justice' is served and things are set in the right place.

"just because i have a nice side doesn't mean that i'm a complete softy though. don't start believing that i'm a push over and can milk your way through whatever you want with me. trust me, i've built up a hard layer of skin to shield me from those kind of people. i believe in 'treat people the way you would want to be treated'. if you don't treat me with respect i will do the exact same to you. that's just how the world works. oh! and karma... don't mess with that either."


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. howard edgar weaver, deceased, former entertainer.
mother. amber lynn michaelson , forty-nine , head of costumes at the mgm.
siblings. shane anthony weaver, deceased, former guitarist.
pets. puff daddy, four, silky terrier.
other family. christopher wayne michaelson, fifty, head of security at the mgm, step father.
history evaluated.

"my parents said that after they had me they wouldn't dare to have children again and now that i look back at what a devil i was i could see why my mother got her tubes tied. i'm surprised they had me after my brother, shane, was born. now there was a trouble maker. when i was a kid i got into everything. from the moment i could walk anything that was on the floor or in reach would be either in my mouth or stashed away in my play disney castle. i came into a family of performers. well, my father at least. four days a week my dad would do a stand-up comedian gig at the excalibur casino on the strip. it wasn't a hit enough to get one of those billboard you find on your way back from california, but it brought in enough money for everyone to be comfortably happy. i did just fine with my princess castle and dress-up clothes. my mom swore for the first four years of my life i walked around the city in a sleeping beauty dress with the matching play heels. i acted like i was a princess... tried to act like one at least. my mannerisms were far from the ones belle from sleeping beauty possessed and everything i said was in the form of a fragment. it wasn't until kindergarten that my mom really started to crack down on 'being a lady'.

"i attended st. viator catholic school through out my elementary and jr. high school years. when i was in the fourth grade i fell off the jungle gym and ended up breaking my collar bone that prevented me from attending the ballet classes my mom enrolled me two weeks before. i don't know why she thought ballet would be my place of skill. after my fall, my brother referred to me as murphy as a joke to murphy's law. my dad picked up on it a little while after and on my eleventh birthday my cake said "happy birthday murphy!" my mom almost thought we picked up the wrong cake. when my collar bone healed back up i was reluctantly forced to go back to ballet. it eventually paid off when i got accepted into lva (las vegas academy) as a dance major. i never saw dance as my passion, but i did it just to see the smile across my mother's face after every recital. she beamed like she was in the twinkling star costume i was wearing.

"when i was fifteen i was still attending lva and shane had gotten himself in secta (southeast career technical academy) to be a film studies/video production major. shane was the type of boy that saw everything in cinematic view. everything felt like a movie to him. we would watch movies and afterward when we'd be up in one of our rooms doing homework, he'd go on about 'had he been the director he would have done...' and then fill in the blanks. it always fascinated me in some way. he saw the world completely different then anyone i knew. i have him to thank for getting me into acting. one day after one of his daily trips to the library, he threw a copy of a play called mother hicks on my desk and then left the room. after i spent a good five minutes staring at the front of the play i picked it up and began flipping through the pages, reading it scene by scene, and eventually found myself crying at the end of it. i walked into his bedroom with my eyes all puffed up and red to see his nose buried in his school work. as soon as he noticed i was there he dropped his pencil, spun around in his seat, pointed to his bed, and then made me tell him everything i felt about the play. after that he made me decipher the three leads, occasionally drifting to other supporting characters, and then smiled at me before saying he didn't understand why i was a dance major when i should be a theatre one. so, the next year i took his advice and with his help, was accepted as a theatre major into the program.

"i didn't know how much time i would have with shane then. we both kind of got wrapped up in our own lives. i ended up getting swamped with plays and my social world while he started dating and focused on his academics in hopes he'd get accepted into usc for college. my dad and him went out one night on a whim. i assumed it was for some father-son bonding time since dad still needed to have the 'talk' with him. or that's at least what my mom said. i was asleep when my mom woke me up at two in the morning in hysterics. her knuckles were white around our handheld wireless phone and i could barely make out what she was saying to me through her crying. there was a voice on the receiver my mom was ignoring and as carefully as i could i pried it away from her hands so i could calmly hear the news for myself. grandma kay was the one who told me that my father and shane had died in a car accident on las vegas boulevard. shane would have found out that he had been accepted into usc a couple of weeks later.

"after their funeral my main goal was to just make it to graduation. i grew careless of my work as an actress and as a student. i stayed in on weekends while my mother went out to forget with the help of alcohol. two years flies by pretty fast when you're in the same constant state of mind. at my graduation i tried to keep telling myself to smile because that's what shane and dad would like to see me do right now, but the one i put on was fake and it was only worn for the sake of my grandma kay who worried about me constantly. it must have convinced her enough because she never asked me if i was okay with everything again. the summer after i graduated i spent busying myself with work as a cashier at one of the forum shoppes downtown and occasionally would go out with some friends. one of them managed to get me to take the extra ticket they had to see phantom of the opera. i told myself that i would just blow it off and say i came down with a case of food poisoning, but ended up putting on my semi-formal wear and went. i came out of that show with tears in my eyes and the emotion i felt the day i told shane about mother hicks. that acting flame inside me lit up that night again after three years.

"i spent two years trying to snag a gig at one of the shows vegas held. there were only a couple hundred to choose from. i went everywhere. i auditioned for shows like O, Mystère, Jubilee!, and KÀ with no luck whatsoever. things were like that for awhile until Mamma Mia! came into town. i went into the audition with no hopes whatsoever, but when my number was called up next my smile appeared and, this will sound weird, i felt shane's presence in the audience like i always did whenever i was on stage at lva. the whole thing went by too fast. i left the audition felling like i could definitely improve and i could have done things differently but there was nothing i could change as i was saying my thank yous to the judges. i wasn't even expecting a call back, but within the next two weeks i got one. and after that another until it was decided that i would play lisa in the show, one of the two friend's sophie has in her wedding. i thought things could only get better from there.

"and they did... until i met roman. i remember the first time that i saw him. he wore a jet black suit with a teal tie that clashed with his the color of his rusted skin. when i looked up at his face i noted how wonderfully his tie matched the color of his big, curious eyes that looked me up and down as i walked past him to the dressing rooms. i didn't have a single clue as to why he was there, but the giggle of our lead, mellisa lancaster, suddenly made me aware. i retreated to the dressing room i shared with my newly found friend, felly, and wiped my face clean of the make-up caked onto my face. my hands pulled my blonde hair into a sloppy bun after my work was done and while i was reaching for my duffle bag a knock was at the door. who else was there but that handsome man with the most alluring smile across his face. i was instantly smitten. he seemed like a proper gentlemen by only asking my name and offering me a ride home even though i would have been more than happy to take a taxi. i don't remember the last time i smiled so much back then. i couldn't even remember the last time i had been in a car with a guy as handsome as roman. when we arrived at my house i knew that something about him was dangerous, but i couldn't put my finger on it and i didn't want to know if i was right or not. so, when he asked me to go out to dinner after my show the next night, i couldn't bring myself to say no. now i wish that i had.

"we moved in seven months of seeing each other. my mother approved of our relationship and gladly helped me even move all my stuff into my new home with my too-good-to-be-true boyfriend. it wasn't until we lived together that i started to notice things. like when he would come home with new jewelry for me to wear or buy us plane tickets to spend weeks in new york or florida. then i channeled my inner detective and while searching his office i noticed the latest receipt printed out from his bank account. the amount just didn't add up even for a guy who ran one of the nightclubs at the palms. so, i finally called him out on it and surprisingly, he didn't deny it. the sad thing about it was that even when i found out that he was illegally taking money from a casino that made millions of dollars a year, i didn't leave. in fact, after awhile i was the one helping him do it. if he needed me to run an errand to one of his certain "friends" i didn't object.
then things started getting out of hand. the roman i fell in love with was not the same man i came home to every night. his greed took over every aspect of his mind. everything revolved around how and when he would get his money. that's when i knew how to end it. i told my director that i was leaving the show and when i returned home i packed up my bags, wrote a note, and then hailed a cab all the way to the airport. i booked my flight to l.a. with the little (to roman it would only be small) money i could access from his account and managed to do fine in a marriot hotel until i found myself an apartment fit for just me uptown. i guess that's how i'm here now… i can only hope that the past doesn't come back to haunt me."

/ christmas came early for me

alias. dakota.
years of rp experience. two or so.
other characters. nada.
how did you find us. caution ads c:
roleplay sample.

The sweat glistening on their bodies kept them glued to each other's bodies as their lungs fought for the oxygen they lacked. Lacey's heart pounded against Ramon's chest, the thumping echoing in her ears until the shuffle of the sheets beneath them caught her attention. Ramon's strong and rustic arms wrapped around her tiny frame and held her as close to him while they tried to return their pulses to normal. Lacey grinned with satisfaction in the moment. After nights twirling on the balls of her feet and singing at the top of her lungs this was what she looked forward to when coming home. To a man who loved her and treated her like she was a princess, a treatment she always strived for.

Lacey felt her boyfriend's hot breath against her earlobe as he nibbled at it and her grin hiked up the side of her cheek even more before he loosened his grip around her waist. Lacey made the effort to sheepishly roll over to the other side of the king sized mattress and when done her eyes looked up at the ceiling fan above spin in its constant cycle. Who knew how much time had passed. Lacey's brain focused on not following the soft voice of sleep calling out her name somewhere in the back of her head. Stay in the moment. Don't give in. Her voice of reason repeated the phrases over and over again until her body obeyed. She fought the sleep in her eyes until she felt Ramon slowly inch toward her, his body fitting perfect against hers like the final piece of a puzzle. He completed the naked masterpiece that was Lacey.
With lots and lots of will power Lacey managed to wiggle in her spot until her big brown eyes gazed into his and without a second thought she brought her lips to his. It lingered even after she pulled away. "Always wanting more," Lacey giggled and all Roman did was nod in agreement while his teal eyes clouded up with lust all over again. "I'm never fully satisfied," His deep voice rumbled all the way in his lungs as he spoke the words, a sigh pushing all the toxins inside of them out through his nose. "You are a horrible liar." Lacey simply stated and followed right after him, sleep calling out her name once again. She could feel how close it was. As the seconds ticked by her body forgot its place in the king sized bed her body laid on, tangled up in the sheets and pressed against the love of her life. The sound from the fan overhead drowned away and the soft breaths Roman breathed in and out helped her fade away.

And then a loud, obnoxious ring destroyed all of it. Roman's body instantly tore away from Lacey and moved toward the other side of the bed, his hand already out stretched to grab the phone ringing on the end table. "Hello?" His voice was calm and collected which meant that it was another business call. It'd been the fourth one in the last two hours. It'd been a miracle that Lacey grabbed his attention at all. "That's good news. Okay, what you're going to do with it is transfer it into the account with the number…" Lacey's ears tuned out the sound of Ramon's voice and within seconds the girl was out of bed at her dresser, rummaging through the drawers for a pair of underwear. After slipping into a pair she casually walked over to her closet before her hands scooped up handful of hangers and through them on the floor beside her.

"Where are you doing?" She hadn't even noticed he finished up his phone call. Usually this would be the part when her heart would start hammering against her rib cage, but it surprisingly kept its steady beat. Lacey sucked in a deep breath and looked the love of her life straight in the eyes, "I'm leaving, Roman… For good."

[sidsid]

puff daddy. very nice. <3