OLEANDER, addison leigh

[ADDISON LEIGH OLEANDER]

ADDISON LEIGH OLEANDER
We're like fire and gasoline.
I'm no good for you, You're no good for me.

NICKNAMES: Addy, Ms Ollie, Cougar
GENDER: Femme Fatale
ANIMAL: Mountain Lion/Cougar/Puma
SEXUALITY: Straight as Sin
AGE: Seventeen
GRADE: Junior
OCCUPATION: Barista, local coffee shop.
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Jack and coke? Please and thanks. Ahem, my apologies, -le gasp!- underage drinking?! Completely inappropriate. I love big dinners with a good group of friends, italian makes my heart melt. I have an obsession with taking pictures, but I hate, hate, hatehate, hate being in pictures. I can dish out some self-criticism, and it hurts. Pandora is my best friend, the people that came up with that site have my undying gratitude. It's just too easy to find new music I love because of it!
Drama, Drama, Drama! It should be my middle name. I've spent a lot of time in smaller, more local sort of theaters, and it took me a while to man up and get into the drama program at Sabal. What can I say? Sometimes I'm a wimp. Shove it. I want to get into painting, mostly because I spend so much time painting my face for my favorite nights out (like mondays at backbooth). I think painting on a canvas would be pretty damn classy, yea?
As for fun activities, I can skate (on a longboard). The feeling is awesome, especially on some of the freshly paved places in Orlando. It makes my heart sing to skate barefoot in the parking lot of my townhouse complex/subdivision type whatever-you-want-to-call-it. Especially at night, in a pack of myself and some good pals. I even got my younger brother, Liam, in on it and he's completely fallen in love like I did.
Is that good, yea? Got yourself a nice little feel for me yet?

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

There's a lot of sides to my personality, kinda like a fancy cut diamond (with a few cracked edges). On one side I like to try and find the beauty in situations, y'know that whole 'every cloud has a silver lining'? But on the other hand I can be a hell of a pessimist if in the wrong mood. 'Keep your hopes up high, but your head down low.' Sort of describes my outlook pretty well. A lot attributes to those emotions, but it's mostly from being dumped then adopted. I hate that my real parents just ditched me like that, but silver lining I got hooked up with some pretty amazing people to take their place.

Another facet would reveal that among complete strangers (as in people I will probably never see again), I have no boundaries/limits. I'll dance like a lunatic, cause a scene, spill someones drink just to laugh. I'm kind of that one girl that everyone wants to avoid at first, but after you dance with me once that night you won't want to dance with anyone else. I can make people laugh like hyenas by acting like a fool. The flip side to that is getting to know coworkers, fellow students, possible new friends is really difficult for me. I have some trust issues, okay? We can laugh, joke, carry on, but it takes a good while for me to trust in the fact that you're not a single-serving friend. Strangers opinions don't matter to me, but those of people I will have to be around on a daily basis do. So I try to keep my nose clean, stay out of trouble, all that jazz.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

I have freckles. OHMYGAWD IKNOWRIGHT?! No really, I do. HAH!
But in all seriousness...
I was adopted, pretty much shortly after birth. Mom and Dad just kinda dumped me off, said 'too hell with it'. Or at least that's how I imagined it may have happened. Part of me would love to know my biological parents, then the other part of me says 'screw 'em.' I have been doing fine without them, so why bother with it now? Besides, I'm pretty close to my adoptive family, I just wish that sometimes I didn't feel like such an outsider around them. It's not too often I feel that way, but it got worse when I realized I'm kinda/sorta a freak?! Yeah, that. Crazy stuff right there.

Oh, and another thing. I want a f*@%ing boyfriend.
I act like I don't. A lot.
But I do.
Is it so bad to just want some sweet lovin' all the time?!

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OOC

YOUR NAME: Taylor?!
YOUR GENDER: Chicka
FACE CLAIM: Kesha Sebert
RP EXAMPLE:
Addison had gotten up early to make sure she was ready for classes today. This was one of the few and rare times she'd sub for College Classes. College classes made her nervous, older kids equaled more complicated troubles. Luckily she was covering for English, which happened to be a good subject for her. She had checked herself in the mirror nearly twenty times since she'd gotten up, gotten dressed, and eaten breakfast, so dearly afraid she'd seem too provocative, or too casual.

She finished up the rest of her cereal and coffee, grabbing her prized, and only, betsey johnson purse and heading out the door of her little studio apartment. Addison climbed into her Jeep, giving it a good hard turn on the keys to get it started. 'Stupid thing, I love you.' She grumbled to the truck, hating that it was a piece of crap, but loving it for not giving up on her. It took her about 20 minutes to get to the college, it was very different from the highschool, but luckily she knew her way around. When she arrived she pulled her sunglasses down onto her nose, running her fingers through her hair before twisting it up and securing it with a few bobby pins and clips.

'You can do this, Addy.' She coaxed herself before getting out of the truck and heading up to the admin office first to check in. She stuffed her ID badge into her purse before stepping back outside, still another 10 minutes before class. Her eyes scanned the area outside, seeing some students arriving early to classes, some sleeping in between early classes. She laughed some, she hadn't gone to a real college, just a trade school to get licensed to be a T.A. She spotted a guy not far off, sipping from a coffee cup. She noticed an English book with him and assumed he was one of her students today. She walked up to him, making sure to be somewhat quiet. "Skipping class?" She asked, taking the seat next to him with a smile. She crossed her legs in front of her and looked at him. "Pretty sure your teacher won't be too happy about that." She told him with a small frown.

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♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, addison!
do not forget to stake your claims.