Post by ARIELLAH ROSALIE GUTIERREZ on Nov 4, 2011 10:30:23 GMT -5
ARIELLAH ROSALIE GUTIERREZ. 17. SOCS/SENIOR. ARIANA GRANDE.
well hello, how are you this evening?
Giggles, giving a shy, enthusiastic wave. "Hi! I'm pretty great. How are you? My name's Arie Gutierrez. It's okay if you can't pronounce my last name, a lot of people can't." Shrugs, then smiles.
don't be so nervous. well, tell me a little about who you are?
Frowns, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair "... Sorry. Am I talking too much? I'm not nervous. I'm usually always happy and out there. Y'know? My full name is Ariellah Rosalie Gutierrez. My last name is pronounced Goo-tee-air-ez. I'm 17 years old, and a senior in high school. Oh, and I like pizza..." Giggles, nodding her head happily.
ah interesting. well i'm loving the outfit that you are wearing, tell me more about it.
"Well, if ya haven't noticed I've got flaming locks coming out of my head." Laughs, pointing to her hair. "I dyed my hair this bright red last year, and I absolutely love it. A lot of people thought I was trying to copy Cherry,"Makes a face, shaking her head, "but really I wasn't, honest... I'm obsessed with forties fashion, and therefore I dress like it too. I wear my hair like pin up girls, I wear high waisted shorts and tons of floral. It just seems so fitting and it's so... PRETTY!" Practically yelling the word, standing up from her chair and doing a little twirl to show off her outfit to the interviewer. "God I'm sorry I just... fashion is my thing. Actually, a lot of things are my things, but fashion is almost number one on my list."
well here i thought it was more expensive that that. well, let's here a little about you.
Staring hard, lips turned in an upset stance. "That wasn't very nice. My clothes don't have to be expensive. Was that a reference to my technically be a Soc? There's an edge to her voice, her accent becoming thicker. Just because I'm wealthy doesn't mean I wear Prada or whatever. It really makes me angry when people refer to my being Soc, and tell me I should act like one or hell, that I don't act like one. Sure, some Socs' are assholes, I'll give you that. In fact, if I had to be anything, I'd be nothing. Because it's a hell of a lot better than being labelled. Carajo. Yo no puedo etender porque todos tiene que... Ugh. See, now you've got me going off in Spanish. I tend to do that when people piss me off. And you're ruining my bubbly personality! Anyway, like I was saying."Takes a deep breath, clearing her head. "I don't want to be a Soc, but you can't tell my friends that, okay? I like everyone, and it'd be awesome if I could be friends with everyone. But if I'm nice to a Greaser, I get in trouble by a Soc. If I'm walking with a Soc, the Greasers hate me. I can't win and it sucks because I like some of the Greasers better than some of the Socs, and so forth. I'm a Soc because when my family moved here when I was fourteen I knew no one, and the Socs were family friends with my family and well, so the story goes. I think the Greasers are sexy though. Gasps, covering her mouth in shock. "OHMYGOD. Please don't repeat that either! Oh no, my friends would chew me out if they knew. Just. Let's change the subject now."
"I'm a nice person, and I mean that literally...Pauses, thinking. "That's the word, right? I can be shy sometimes, especially because of my accent. A few people are thrown off by it when they first talk to me. But once I get to know you, and I'm comfortable around you... I'm quite out there! I love having a good time, and I know what to do anywhere, or I can find somewhere to go to have fun! Speaking of that, I'm a fantastic event coordinator. That's actually my job in Student Government, and I'm in a ton of other clubs as the event manager thing."
"I'm really gifted, I guess you could say, but I hate using that term. You may or may not know, but I sing and dance, and that's one thing I pride myself in because I know I am a great singer." Smiling happily, touching her hair unconsciously. "I've been at a few talent shows, and I do have my own CD, just no contract deal. See, my dad doesn't want me to pursue anything unpractical, as he puts it. I'm President of the Debate team, and I'm taking AP classes for Political Science. My dad wants me to become President of the United States or whatever but... Shrugs, giving a slight sigh and looking away.
you sound rather interesting, can't wait to get to know you a little more.
"Well, you may or may not have heard of my dad. Carlos Gutierrez. He used to be the 35th Secretary of Commerce, and a Chairman for Kelloggs." Grins. "Yes, like the cereal. We have boxes upon boxes upon crates of every Kellogg product available. Right now, he's just the Vice Chairman of Citigroup, as in the bank. My mother is Edilia Gutierrez. You won't know her, but she was a Greaser way back in the way back machine. Grew up right here in the heart of Tulsa, on the same side of town as the Greasers. The difference is she decided to get out of here. That she didn't want to be known as a Greaser for the rest of her life." Nods, a happy, pondering smile on her face. "I have a twin brother. His name is Adrian Romano Gutierrez, and I love him a lot. We're really close. Ask anyone. You may have heard about my cousin too, she's a famous Spanish singer! Belinda? Yep!"
and where you are from? what's your story? how did you get here, to tulsa.?
"Oh my favorite part!" Does a small dance in her chair, clapping her hands together. "I was born in Washington, D.C. I think my parents are old for having my brother and I as late as they did. In fact, I know it's mean but... I'm surprised my mom could still even have children, let alone twins! We lived in D.C up until I was fourteen, and really it was hard. My dad worked for Bush..." makes a disgusted face, then laughs. "I'm so glad this isn't being videotaped! Like I was saying, my dad worked under the Bush administration. My mom was a stay at home mom. Trophy wife, have what you will. I went to private school in D.C my whole life. It was hard because though I went to private school with kids who's families shared the same ideals as my dad, I lived in a neighborhood that did not. My mother held her foot down about not living in a snooty, uppity part of town. My dad didn't like it too much, but I loved it and I know my brother did because it gave us a real sense of the real world. Not everyone was rich, or even middle class. Some were dirt broke and my mom asked we never forgot this, because it's where she came from and easily where we could end up." Is quite serious, her eyes are mellow. "I started singing when I was two, really. I have tapes of me singing old Spanish songs my mom taught me. I started taking serious vocal lessons when I was eight, but I stopped when I was ten because I hated them and they didn't really help. So, like I said we moved to Tulsa when I was fourteen, because my mom wanted to. Because my dad was U.S Secretary though, he couldn't just officially leave D.C. So he traveled back and fourth up until three years ago, sometimes gone for a month. Now, my dad and I aren't that great put together. We disagree on almost everything. But I missed him a lot. Anyway, then Obama won so he ended up moving to Tulsa with us. Now are the times I wish he was back in D.C because much as I love my dad... he's controlling, and can be downright scary. We have to have things just so. I mean, I can understand why sometimes. He was born poor in Cuba, and worked as a pineapple picker since he was four. But he gets too serious sometimes. The only thing I can say is my favorite is that he always let's me have friends over or throw parties. So like I was saying." Giggles, blushing. "I go off topic a lot, sorry. So when we moved here, my brother and I wanted to attend public school. We wanted a change! Well... I didn't get too much. I had no friends and didn't make them easily. People thought I was weird for being nice to everyone and not choosing a side... at first. But as I became closer with the children of my dad's friends, I ended up becoming a Soc. It just sort of happened, but I still like to talk to everyone. It's just how I am."
wow, what a story, well i guess that's all that i have time for. it was a pleasure to meet you and i hope that we meet again.
"Oh, it was great to meet you too!" Shakes the prompter's hand. "Hopefully we don't meet with you asking all these questions though. Bye!"
and for the actual roleplayer
What do you go by?
malory
How old are you?
17
How long have you been doing this?
forever.
What timezone are you in?
eastern
How can we reach you?
anything. PM, AIM, FB
Who else have you got?
N/a
Canon or Original?
Original
Care to show off your skills?ONLY REQUIRED FOR FIRST CHARACTER.
When she turned and looked after him, he actually made eye contact, as if she just didn't walk away from him. Her brown eyes stared back for a minute, her mouth curving into a small frown. Then she just looked abruptly away, keeping her eye on the prize: another beer. Had he caught her when she was already drunk, he might've had her wrapped around his finger. Maybe. But she wasn't, and right now her judgement was...he popped up next to her, and Karsyn gritted her teeth, listening to what he was saying before letting out a small, dry laugh. "You caught me. I'm not twenty one." she shrugged her shoulders, reaching the cooler where the beer was being kept. She knew he was joking, trying to be a good sport. He was cute, trying to talk to her, and honestly, Karsyn had no idea why she was treating him like this. He was definitely worth it, but again, the bitch manners she'd took after just took over. Damn it.
For a minute, she ignored all his questions and statements, popping open a Corona and chugging down a good amount, licking her lips gently. se put the can to her lips, ready to take another sip before stating, "Karsyn. My name's Karsyn." There, he could ingest that while she took another sip of her beer, letting the coolness of it slide down her throat. "I'm nineteen, and yeah, I go to Luxford. And so do you. Know how I know?" She smirked a little, her free hand running through her hair, pushing it out of her face. "You guys never let anything go." Her eyes boldly met his, purposely staring, even as she sipped at the beer again.
"So, what's your deal?" Karsyn asked pointedly, her eyes finally flicking towards a bunch of guys by the fire who were laughing around, shoving each other and staring down girls. Ew. Men were so gross - but even as much as she hated them, she liked them. Weird. Her attention finally turned back to this boy who surprisingly hadn't given up on her. "You know, give me the whole deal. Age, name, why you chose me out of the other fifty girls here?" That part was a genuine question. Honestly, there were other girls more...what was the word...suitable? Yeah, suitable for him. The stupid, blonde ones who weren't at all like Miss "I'm a Year Ahead of my Class and I Bitch at Everyone." Yeah, ones who he probably would have had in the back of his car already, fooling around with. She gave a small laugh, a real one this time, brown eyes meeting his green.
