Post by anna on Jul 5, 2010 21:42:15 GMT -5
ADRIANNE VALLERIE MURPHY
Name: Adrianne Vallerie Murphy.
Nicknames: Adrianne, Adria (rarely).
Age: Twenty.
Date of Birth: August 23rd, 1989.
Grade: Junior.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Nationality: American, French.
Home Town: New York, New York
Degree: Design
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--- MOODY At one moment, a smile is brightening her stunning features, and at the next, a glare is hardening it. Simply to say, Adrianne's moods shift from one to the next in a matter of seconds. She's always the first one to cry at the movies, not that it has ever bothered her. From this trait, she also has quite a temper. It plays into her argumentative, cocky, and rather bitchy traits as well, giving her a bit of a bite. She doesn't hid this either - she's learned that it does no good. Adrianne can't keep her emotions in check, so they're bound to go haywire.
--- BUSY-BODY Adrianne loves being out, loves being in the limelight, and loves people being around her. She doesn't like to be alone - it bothers her - and therefore, keeps a lot of friends close to her. She's out nearly every night, and if she's not, then she has people over. She simply can't sit still. Whether it be shopping, dancing away her worries at the local hit nightclub, or just driving around, looking for trouble, Adrianne can't stand not having anything to do. She's an outgoing girl, very charismatic, and makes friends easy. If one of her friends is having an off night, she'll be the one to drag them away and make it the best night of their life.
--- CARING Always looking out for others best interests, Adrianne will be sweeter than sugar towards you. Whether it's an act or no depends on the situation and who you are, but it is just her default. You can never go wrong with nice, she figures. And every now and again, it can really get you places. With her upbringing, she was raised to be polite and respectful, which are both things that she holds dearly to her now, things that she lives by.
LIKES: Fashion, boys, summertime, going out, shopping, being healthy, making people smile, summer storms, looking her best, music, Disney movies, reality T.V., and being cared for.
DISLIKES: Secrets, ink smudges, the stench of smoke, not being respected, rejection, fear, when someone's upset, being unoriginal, stereotypes, followers and people who don't take care of themselves.
Elliot Murphy, at the age of twenty three, visited France for a vacation with a few close friends. It was a bachelor party made into a last vacation before family life. Madeleina, fresh faced and eager to face the world on her own at the age of eighteen had grown up there – it was home. The two met in a local bar, and went back to her apartment. He ended up taking her back to America with him, before either even knew that Anna had been conceived. The pair were in love – and there was no doubting that fact. Elliot was laying down the plans for his own law firm, having just a few months until graduating law school early. Madeleina became the perfect trophy wife; she was stunning, well-mannered, had a sense of style, and planned events like the best. Then, she learned that she was pregnant. Elliot, being the honest man he is, asked her to marry him and the rest was history. Well, except for the point where they were planning on aborting the pregnancy – but Madeleina backed out last minute, not wanting it to get out into their new place in society and affect their reputation. So, on August 23rd, 1989, Adrianne Vallerie Murphy was born, whether Elliot and Madeleina were ready and wanting or no.
Adrianne was taken care of by a nanny most of the time – and she was nice enough. But a nanny couldn’t provide the kind of love that Adrianne desired as a young girl. She hardly saw Elliot and Madeleina, but their marriage was still going strong. Adrianne was told whenever she asked where the pair were that they were “busy working” and “would see her later”. She accepted it, not knowing what else she could do. Her five year old brain couldn’t comprehend the idea that her biological parents weren’t large fixtures in her life. Her nanny was enough for her, but when that’s all you’ve known for your entire life, wouldn’t you believe it was too? Adrianne was always falling and tripping, and had many scars in proof of the incidents. She often played alone in her large room, or one of her mother’s friend’s daughters and their nanny came over to keep her company. Adrianne was given all that she wanted, even things she didn’t. It came with the wealth and high society of her family name. The Murphy’s. One of the best lawyers in the country, matched with the famous designer of the LeBlanc name, and the most adorable and well-mannered young girl the city had seen in years. The perfect picture, and that’s all they were. Adrianne only saw her parents for the parties and the family portraits. The public life. Her mother started putting her into fashion shoots, now becoming mom-ager extraordinaire. It’s what Adrianne grew up with; private schools, model shoots, and high fashion in a fast paced city.
At the age of ten, Adrianne’s nanny wasn’t needed anymore so she was, much to Adrianne’s dismay and protesting, then let go. “She wasn’t a necessity when you can stay home by yourself,” her mother had explained, sounding very flippant, short, and slightly annoyed. “Plus, you’ll be so busy with shoots and fittings, your friends, and school you won’t even notice her missing!” Not notice? Adrianne found it doubtful, but knew that arguing was no use. And she did miss her nanny much. Her nanny had always helped her with her homework, and friend issues, and if she needed someone to talk to about the life of a young model. Her dreams, deep thoughts, all of her desires were now unheard. But, Adrianne being who she was, had gotten over it. Her mother wouldn’t listen to her, she knew. Adrianne wasn’t close enough with any friends, even if she was considered the ‘most popular’. Not that it mattered to Adrianne – all it was were bonfires, stupid jokes, cocky boys who were just starting to make those dirty references and bitchy girls that were always down each others’ throats. So, Adrianne grew up. She dealt with these friends of hers, got all A’s, was the perfect student. She kept modeling vigorously, and at thirteen she started walking the catwalk for the junior’s line of some big brand. Her mother kept her in the modeling business, setting her up for shoots and commercials. That was all her mother did, though, and she still never saw Elliot. He was always either in his home office working, out with clients, at the office, or out of town.
When Adrianne reached fourteen, the summer before she started high school, things changed for her. She was sick of her classmates’ immature antics, so she set out for new friends. She became closer with other models in the area, majority of them older then she, and they all turned to be tighter then Adrianne could believe. She was now in an entertaining group of “Populars”, all of them rich and gorgeous, outgoing and ready for a good time. She entered the parties flawlessly, and fit right it with the scene. The drinking made her feel alive and like she fit it, and all of her friends were doing it, so she felt it was right. And it was, really. She fit in there – she was older and more mature then her classmates as is, so it just made sense for her to do these kinds of things before any of them. Therefore, practically every night of the summer she spent in a club, obviously snuck by without ID, or in someone’s house drinking away her troubles. She was taken with open arms; grinding up against guys like the pros, taking back shots like the seniors, and having a different hookup almost every night.
When Adrianne entered high school, she was vastly different. She practically just hung out with the older students, and her name was well known. Everyone knew who she was, and everyone either loved her or was too jealous to see past it. For Homecoming she was the Freshman Representative, and had gone with friends. Aaron Davis was in the same grade as her, and he apparently had his eye on her. The pair spent most of the dance together, and went to the same after party. By the end of the night, they were known as a couple to the student body. She liked him a lot, sure, and he was fun to be around. He liked the same things she did, and Adrianne thought he was extremely hot. He kept her in the party scene, and Adrianne was content with him, she couldn’t see a single reason for them to break up. Everyone loved the two together, anyhow.
The relationship soon got boring for both Adrianne and Aaron, so they decided to break if off into their junior year of high school. It was a mutual decision, and she wasn’t too heartbroken over it. The last two years of her high school career were a blur of modeling, friends, fashion, hookups and hangovers. It was in these two years that she tried designing, and once she graduated high school she was packing her bags for Emerson in the fall, to begin her fashion designing.
Why Emerson?
Adrianne had always been a huge fan of fashion, and has always loved her style. Since her mother had thrown her into the fashion world at the age of five, she knew this is where she belonged, but maybe not as the one in front of the camera. So, Adria gave designing a try, and noticed she might just have something there. She has the determination to get her own fashion line and become a well-known designer, but knows that she isn't where she needs to be for that to happen. Or, Adrianne hadn't been before enrolling in Emerson College a couple years ago. She's on the right track, and she knows it now. Her confidence is shining, and she's sure that she's going to make it - her dreams will come true, and if they don't, then she doesn't have a clue as to what she's going to live for.
Anna had been the main planner for the evening, even if an event like this didn’t involve much planning. A bonfire, she learned, really wasn’t too difficult to construct and put into motion. Send out a few fliers, post an event invitation on facebook and the local social site, and just let people know. On the night-of have your fiancé – who was ‘throwing the party’ - start up a fire, find chairs and benches, then set them up. And wait for people to show up, simple as that, astonishingly enough. It wasn’t really expected for there to be more to do, but Anna was one to always expect the unexpected, and in this case, that meant more time preparing and putting more work into one evening than most would. For the bonfire, she had rearranged the furniture multiple times. More like she stood off to the side as she ordered Benny to place the plastic lawn seating and wooden benches to a new, seemingly fit location. More often than not, though, the piece of furniture was moved time and time again, and then was placed in a spot that it had already called home. Every time this happened - and yes, it happened a lot - Benny would let out an aggravated sigh, but kept pushing through. Anna was thankful for Benny that was for sure, because she didn’t know very many people who would do every tedious, little thing that she asked for, which tended to add up to a big pile of stuff. And do it correctly, how she pictured it nonetheless, along with no complaints. If she hadn’t been sure that she had her perfect man, then she was very much aware of it tonight.
After she approved the seating, she asked Benny to start setting up for the fire, and he did so as she went inside to get whatever else her little heart desired prepared. Food was a must - she had plenty of marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars, hot dogs, hot dog buns, and then every hot dog topping known to man - and she had most likely gone overboard, as per usual. Majority of the time, she put things off, then continued to go overboard once she got to the task. It was the perfectionist in her. Everything should be perfect, or at least appear to be, and if not that, then how she had it imagined. But she still wouldn’t be satisfied, therefore she would continue on until she was. So like everything else in her life, tonight would be the same way. As with the seating earlier - a simple task, one that could be done haphazardly in a matter of moments, took her longer and gave her more frustrations that it should have. This entire event was this way, and despite the original simplicity that the planning should have been, it wasn’t turning out that way for Anna. In truth, she wouldn’t have it any other way - it was her silly little pet peeves that made it so difficult to get anything done. ’Just wait until the wedding planning begins,’ her inner-monologue chimed. ’Not going to be bridezilla my ass.’ Her procrastination was certainly no help either, and her paranoia created a long string of ‘things-that-could-go-wrong’, which the perfectionist in her just had to make sure would not happen. And with the time-crunch that her procrastination was sure to embellish, you could see how this could become stressful, then being an issue.
With a tray of the food, she opened the sliding door from the Rune’s that led to their backyard, and the beach where Benny had built the fire per Anna’s request. She took notice that the fire was set and ready, so she caught her fiancé’s eye and gave him a sickly sweet smile before holding the tray that she held out to him. Catching onto what she wanted, he took hold of it and carried it over to the table that was set up near the fire. She said her thanks and gave him a peck on the cheek before turning on her heels to grab the second tray that she had prepared. It was approximately forty minutes until people were said to arrive, so Anna was more than ready. A cooler was also said up, housing water, beer, Capri Sun, Rootbeer and Coke, and soon enough the hot dogs until they were ready to be held over the fire on the metal sticks that she had so thoughtfully purchased and had sitting out on the table previously mentioned. The fire was about eight yards from the shoreline, leaving plenty of space between those around the fire and where the waves came crashing onto the sand. Everything was in its place, and now the only thing that she had to do was wait for people to show up. Sitting down on one of the benches, Benny came over to sit next to her. They continued to laugh and joke around, being their normal selves, until someone showed up.
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