Post by {.Synful.} on Mar 21, 2009 14:29:58 GMT -5
Nelly! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Synful and I've shot for the moon Too Many times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
They call me Synful and I've shot for the moon Too Many times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Penelope Simmons
But Everyone Calls Me Nelly
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 20 years
The say I Am unsure. But for now a trainer.
Ive Been Told I Look Like Lady Gaga (aka Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta)
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5”6
And I Weigh 110 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced ears and nose.
They always say I look like a nut job, but she doesn't care. Nelly has bleached blonde hair which is dead straight paired with a blunt cut fringe. Sometimes she likes to change it up and add a streak or two of colour and if she wants to she’ll curl it. But you’ll never catch her with a hair out of place.
She has almond shaped, brown eyes that melt hearts with one glance. They have a particularly devilish spark in them that just spells trouble; all underneath long, curled black eyelashes. Often coated in mascara, when she want's to dress up she rims her eye's with eyeliner and dust her eyelids with a rainbow of colours. But Penelope always love to glam up so you’ll rarely find her without some make up on.
Her skin is lovely olive colour passed down toher by her Italian mother, that and her plump lips that are oh so kissable. Her father blessed Nelly with her high cheekbones. She's petite and slim.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out her crazy hair and model features.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore animals, music, dancing, drama, fashion.
I Abhor fur, seafood, hangovers.
I Rock keyboards, song-writing, horse riding, dancing.
I Suck at loving.
I Do dance around in my underwear, watch horrors & bake killer cookies.
I Want to be loved.
I Fear not being wanted by anyone.
I Shut up on nothing.
I am Loud, Proud and In Your Face Baby! She holds nothing back, yes she has a big mouth and loose at that. She does gossip and loves it so. Yeah Nelly's a drama queen deal with it. A confident person, (sometimes thingyy) who never lets anything faze her.
She's determined and a hard worker when she's truly passionate for something. But often can get bored with things or people easily so is constantly changing. Though extremely loyal to those who she cares about and will stand by them through thick and thin.
Penelope is wild and crazy; unpredictable essentially. She knows how to have a good time and wherever she is than so is the party. Quite aggressive on the dance floor and with flirting Nelly has no problem with making the first move. She can be a bit much for some guys but am persistent to say the least. Often she can have a quick temper and be a little lazy too, but no one’s perfect.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Anthony Simmons- Photographer / Ex- Musician {59}
Lucia Anna Bello- Seamstress {58}
I Share My Dna With No one. One of a kind.
I Come From Yonkers, New York.
But I Live Here Now West Virginia.
This Is Who I was from the streets of New York. Shes been born and raised there and have got the tough skin to prove it. The way she walks, the way she talks shows this. She learned to stand up for herself from and early age and am not a person you wanna pick a fight with. Tough as nails all in a pretty little package. Her parents also had a huge influence on me. Having them from music/fashion backgrounds a part of the reason Nelly is who she is today.
Penelope has always loved dressing up and with her mother being a seamstress I soon learned her trade. From 13 she was designing her own clothes and learning the keyboard from her dad. Another hobby was horse riding which both of her parents loved. Nelly grew to love it too and every week would travel an hour on trains to get to the nearest stables.
Never the brightest bunch, she sucked at math and science but excelled in other more creative subjects. English, Drama, Art and Textiles to name a few. She always been very artsy so excelled when her imagination was let loose. Always popular at school she had loads of friends. With her big mouth was always getting told off for talking.
Once graduated from high school she did an internship with an up and coming designer and worked briefly at a magazine as a fashion director’s assistant. She's yet to really find a job with fashion that she can stick with so have decided to explore her passion of horses. Not sure of what’s in store for me but she'll take it as it comes.
This Is Who I am just the same as I ever was, just a touch more crazy.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust men, but you never know.
I Love confidence and a good sense of style.
I Loathe moody men.
Maybe I loved … for her to know and you to wonder.
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude.
I Am Awesome Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
As Penelope Simmons dragged herself out of bed, she let out a groan. Her head was pounding from last night. Once again she’d given into sweet temptation again of one too many glasses of champagne. No matter, she’d fight through the pain. As she stumbled down the stairs in her pajamas, gripping tightly to the railing. She sighed as entered the kitchen; her bare feet making contact with the cold laminate floors.
Her perfectly manicured hand reached out to turn the tap on, nimble fingers grazing the polished steel. Cool silver water spilled out creating a soft gushing sound. Penelope filled a glass with the liquid before sipping it. Instantly she felt better, the world became clearer and much less fuzzy. Leaning against the granite countertops she stood still for moment, as the pounding in her head receded.
It was a typical Sunday morning. Her recovering from another night of extensive partying and left with another hangover. Though the headache was unpleasant, it was all worth it. The fun she had last night, pictures were scattered across the kitchen floor. All of her and her friends enjoying themselves, drinking and dancing. Being young, wild and free. Memories, precious ones that by a mere miracle Penelope could remember.
As the haze subsided Nelly jumped up on the counters and grabbed an apple, sinking her teeth into it. Her plump lips caressing its smooth surface. Water and fruit, no better cure to get cure a hangover. She always was stocking up on apples and oranges to help ease the weekend headaches. Continuing to devour the fruit thoughtfully as she recalled the events last night. She should call up her friends and talk to them, reminisce on the hot bartender chatted her up or how so and so got vomit all down their shirt.
But she’d wait till later, wait till everyone was out of bed and fully recovered before attempting conversation. Nelly hopped off the counters and through her apple core into the bin. She yawned and stretched her toned body, no she’d go down to the stables and have a conversation with someone who didn’t have a banging headache, her horses.
