CLARKE, maine eiesleigh

[MAINE EIESLEIGH CLARKE]

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i know your type,[/color][/font]
boy, you're dangerous[/color][/font]
yeah you're that guy i'd be stupid to trust[/color][/font]

well, my name is maine eiesleigh clarke. i don't really know how my parents came up with it ,or where the absurdness came from, seeing as most of my family members seem to have pretty decent names. like bob. maybe not bob. not that i have anything against bob. i am eighteen years old, which is quite wonderful. i've been wanting to turn eighteen for eighteen years now. there's just so much more i'm now open to. and stuff. my sex? uhm, i'd say i was female. there's really only two ways one can go. three perhaps. but no, i'm a girl. i'm also heterosexual. not that i have anything against homosexuals, it's just what i prefer. people usually tend to mess my name up so i allow them to make up a nickname for me. some take advantage. most people just call me maine, may or sometimes clarke. my friends usually come up with the crazy ones and i kinda roll with it. i wouldn't say i was extremely wealthy, in fact i'd say i was poor. guess that makes me lower class? my family never really caught onto the social and economic ladder or whatever they call it here. though, i work at a toy store which is always fun. i also work at a coffee shop - not the typical starbucks. i help out with some event catering and i'm currently searching for my forth job. whatever helps make ends meet.[/color][/font]

but just one night[/color][/font]
couldn't be so wrong[/color][/font]
you make me wanna lose control[/color][/font]

i'm blonde. don't believe everything you hear about blondes though. unfortunately, i can't tell you what shade or kind of blonde i am. i barely know the difference between dirty blonde and bleach blonde - as self explanatory as they are. my eyes, to some, appear to be green. they're amber. again, not a big colour expert. my height is something i don't really bring up but i'm five feet and six inches tall. in heels. not that i'd last two minutes on heels anyway. a lot of people say i look like dianna agron. i don't exactly know who she is? but i'll take their word for it. the only piercings i have are on my ears. i don't really intend on piercing any other part of my body. i weigh one hundred and twenty one pounds. i have a scar on the back of my neck from where i got held up at a train station when i was little. i'd rather not go there. [/color][/font]

she got away with[/color][/font]
the boys in the place[/color][/font]
treat 'em like they don't have a chance[/color][/font]

i like painting, drawing, any form of art, books, harry potter, pistachio ice cream, peanut butter cups, ramen noodles, french toast, the smell of clean linen, hot showers, cold showers, pixar, finding nemo, the smell of aftershave. i dislike jackasses, money, papercuts, loud noises, guns, fires, liars, bananas, bran. my strengths would definitely be art, especially painting, being in the catering business has improved my baking skills a little bit. i like to put others first, which is a real crowd pleaser to say the least. i hate gossip so i prefer walking away from the in-tell. a strength would also be my head? i have a mind like a sponge and this adds onto my thirst for knowledge kind of. a cliched weakness would be boys. they're just an entirely different species and i can't seem to unravel their minds. it's frustrating because i hate not knowing things. that's another weakness. i also seem to stutter when i'm most nervous. highly unattractive. i have a low self esteem and all the crap that accompanies it.
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& he got away with[/color][/font]
the girls in the place[/color][/font]
actin' like they're too hot to dance[/color][/font]

please resist the urge to snort with laughter when i tell you i'm afraid of the dark. it was a common thing back when i was a mere tot but i guess it kinda stuck with me. i sleep with a scooby doo nightlight. i'm scared of bees. the fear itself is not knowing whether i'm allergic or not and possibly finding out the hard way. small spaces. what do i do, how do i get out, will someone find me in time, what if i get stuck and run out o f oxygen and decompose looking like a pretzel? normal stuff. this seems a bit normal but strange kinda, my goal is to earn enough money so i can find a decent apartment and one day pay off my student loan. i dream of being accepted into parson's school for design, studying art and graphic design, graduating and becoming one helluva talented chickita. my secrets.. well, if i told you they wouldn't really be secrets would they? well.. as you know, i grew up in a not so rich household. my brother got busted several times for shoplifting. it was actually a long time ago and i'm convinced they've seen the error of their ways but yeah. remember when i brought up the whole 'getting held up at a train station when i was little?' yeah, the mugger that actually held the knife to my neck and stuff turned out to be my uncle. another fun family fact was that i found out he was a rapist and a murderer. anyway, i reported it later on, pissed him off and he got sent to jail. that's why i moved here. to get away from him.
no one knows though. that's obviously why it's called a secret.

i come across quite shy at times, but so did lady gaga right? what i mean is, a lot of people are shy at first. once i'm able to loosen up a little bit i get a bit weirder. my friends say i'm quite hyper at times. and loud. i don't believe i'm loud though. if i shout it'll be an adrenaline rush or something. i like attempting humorous behave, i probably crack more lame jokes than good jokes which result in me being the only one laughing? something similar to that would be my ability to talk very little or too much sense. i'll either say something stupid resulting in an awkward silence or i'll say something really insightful which... pretty much results in an awkward silence too. my friends and family are probably the only people that eventually figure me out.

when it comes to romance, i'm pretty hopeless. i don't really wear my heart on my sleeve and this causes difficulty in trusting certain people. whatever it is a guy will say or do, there must be a reason behind it or a certain logic to it that i need to understand before i have a go at a relationship. i definitely cannot trust a lot of people and i'm really guarded. if i open up to a guy, he must be one hell of a guy. cause it takes a lot more than a bouquet or two to unbutton my blouse. not i willingly unbutton it to a lot of boys. but, yeah subject change.

i'm pretty friendly. i talk to a lot of people and i ask random people how their days are going. it's really a two way conversation so if they get up and leave, i'm not going to follow them. i've kinda reached a point where i've stopped making sense. so i'll sum a bunch of things up. i'm bubbly, hyper at times, cautious, clear headed, hopeless when it comes to boys, nerdy, i'm compulsive and i get frustrated really easily and tend to panic a bit. [/color][/font]

i know your type[/color][/font]
you're daddy's little girl[/color][/font]
just take a bite let me shake up your world[/color][/font]

i was born in arizona. i can't tell you what the weather was like on that day because, quite honestly, i don't really care. and i really don't get how other people would tell you that kind of stuff. like they knew what the weather was like. like they popped out of their mothers, licked their index finger and held it in the air, "mhmm. quite warm today." but you get the point. my mother's name is mary. if you're in the stalking mood, mary elizabeth clarke. my dad's name is patrick james clarke. my mom and dad met thousands of years ago. okay, not really. i like to think they knew they were supposed to be together from the moment they were conceived. highly unlikely though. my father came from a wealthy family. my mother didn't though. they met in morroco when they were teenagers. i don't like imagining what they did there but my mother fell pregnant three months later. of course, dad's parents didn't approve of her or her financial background. she was poor, he was rich. eventually, after i was born, my grandparents saw the light. typical happy ending. they got married, had tons of money and we all lived happily ever after. for about seven years.

year seven was pretty much bullshit. excuse my language. my parents did nothing but fight. my father started gambling and we eventually ran out of money. my mother soon took on as many jobs as she could, one of them being a waitress. my father worked as a lawyer. oh of course, i forgot to mention i have a younger brother. his name is logan and he's pretty much the only sane person in the family. but anyway, back to the crappy year. we ran out of money. my parents got divorced and my dad moved out. i don't really feel comfortable blurting out my history.

i lived with my mom and we were pretty close. practically sisters. except i came out of her. when i turned eleven, she got really sick. since i lived with her, i depended on her fully and i hoped and prayed she wouldn't give in. but she did. she had cancer and eventually lost the battle. she died on my twelfth birthday. a week after that, i was at a train station near home. i had to move in with my father again so that was the big move i guess. my uncle was there with me, with a bunch of his friends. i heard his friends whispering to him but i couldn't make out what they were saying until he approached me. he held a knife to my neck while his friends emptied me out. they took everything. i tried to run but he managed to jab the back of my neck with the blade. i don't remember much after that but i told my dad what had happened and my uncle got arrested.

we moved to new york after that, my brother, father and myself. we actually grew pretty close. i was home schooled because we couldn't really afford to enroll anywhere. but things were okay. life since then has been fairly normal. i have a few friends here and there and for once, i'm really happy. i had my mother's name tattooed on my left ribcage.
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she was so shy[/color][/font]
'til i drove her wild[/color][/font]
i'll make them good girls go bad[/color][/font]

hey! my name is kayleigh but i go by jinx. i'm sixteen years old. i found you guys on another site i used to roleplay on and i'm glad i checked the site out. :] maine is my first character but she won't be my last and i've pretty much been roleplaying for a year and a half. have mercy on me.[/color][/font]

good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad, bad, bad, bad[/color][/font]

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