Queen Bee

[Andrew Lovasz]

BLAIR BEAR! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Dashie and I've shot for the moon 16 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM or Fairy dust.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

The birth certificate reads Blair Cornelia Waldorf
But Everyone Calls Me B, Blair Bear, or Just Blair
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 19 years
The say I Am Heiress
Ive Been Told I Look Like Leighton Meester

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'4"
And I Weigh 110lbs.
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced 0 clean cut
They always say I look like
Bair is very easy to pick out of a crowd. She’s always perfectly groomed some may say. From her never creased or winkled clothing to her manicured nails. She is always looking her best even if it was just a trip to pick up some milk at the grocery store. Even though she’d never be caught dead shopping for groceries… that was the maids job. She was a rich princess and from the way she walked and talked and dressed every tiny detail of her screamed royalty. She would never let you think other wise despite the rumors that go on about her family.

Being on only child to a Lawyer and a Fashion designer she had no idea what it was like to be on the receiving end of the word “no.” She had dished the word out on several occasions but she had enough money just in her bank account to afford anything and everything she wanted. She had a collection of Diamonds that not even queens could buy off her. She had million dollar horses. Anything she wanted was hers no questions asked… and that was usually because she never had to ask to get what she wanted it was always just provided for her.

She had every unique piece of clothing that everyone wanted, mainly because her mother designed it and she had the perfect body to flaunt it on. She had the curves to make them boys scream and the flat stomach that every girl in the world admired. Not that she ever flashed it though she wasn’t a slut in fact she was a very proper young lady and knew she was admired by all the boys anyways so there was no point in being trashy. Her body was always covered; she would never be mistaken for a whore that worked the corner. No sir. That was Blair, Perfect nails, hair, outfit, shoes, makeup, perfect everything. Everyone was jealous of her… or hated her.


This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Her distinguishable taste in fashion, Her soul searching intense eyes, and her soft, sweet, captivating voice.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
Money
Fashion
thingytail Parties
Brunches
Marcello (her prized horse)
Sports Cars
Clothes
Spa Days
Rainy Days
Curling up on the sofa and reading a good mystery
Gossip (when its not about her)
Classical Music
A good Game
Shopping
Traveling
Riding
Swimming
Staying in Shape
Art Work
I Abhor
Dirty boys
Poor People
Trashy clothes
Broken nails
People who chew their nails
People who ramble on when they’re nervous
Dust
Uncleanliness
Rap
Loud obnoxious music or people
Being bored
Junk Food
Dry skin
Split ends
Cleaning anything herself
I Rock
Baking
Style
Riding
Piano
Causing trouble without ever getting blamed
Hurt people’s feelings but making it sound nice
Ignoring someone on purpose
Cooking
Driving
Painting
Writing
Looking good
Making other people look good
Fixing problems she’s caused
Being honest
Expressing her own opinion
I Suck
Saying she’s sorry
Admitting she made a mistake
Failing
Modeling
Being Nice
Patience
Compliments
Having fun like a normal person
Spontaneous
Babysitting
Actually working
I Do
Looks at her nails when she’s bored
Twirls her finger in her hair when she’s not paying attention
Tends to stare off into the distance or just walk away when someone’s talking
Chews on her bottom lip when concentrating
Folds the corner of the page when she likes something that’s written on it.
Whenever she puts a hand on her for a while she’ll rub her thumb in a circular pattern subconsciously
I Want
To get into Yale and become a Lawyer like her father
To Start a foundation for abused Animals
To be as good as her mother at fashion
To make her parents proud
And To be the best she can be
I Fear
Disappointing her parents
Failing at anything
Not being good enough (though she’d never admit that)
Falling short of her own expectations
Being poor
Growing old
Wrinkles
Becoming fat
Being seen wearing the same thing as someone else
I Shut up Secretly loves old cartoons and the 3 stooges.
Secretly will never tell anyone why her parents got a divorce.
I am
Blair’s a very superficial person. She cares more about money than she does about others well being. Fashion is next in line of her priorities she’s very big on looking good no matter what she’s doing. She doesn’t really care what others think about her though she’ll pretend that she does but in all honesty they can think she’s a bitch and she won’t care. Mostly because she knows its true, she is a bitch. But there’s no way she was going to be all innocent and let the world walk all over her. No way, not a chance. She was a strong powerful princess who was all too aware of her power and she had a bad habit of using it too often.

She was used to getting whatever she wanted and it showed in her personality. Princess was what her father called her and now she really considered it to be true. Blair was a honest to god spoiled brat and she wouldn’t deny it. She got what she wanted, and if you were boring or unintelligent she wouldn’t give you the time of day. If you didn’t have as much money as her… or at least not close she would ignore you completely. Or look down her nose at you like you were a worthless little bug. Making people feel bad about themselves was one of her many talents that she over used.

Though she was quite the prissy brat she did run a lot deeper than most people took the time to notice. She liked books and reading and was extremely smart which also boosted that “I’m better than you attitude.” Hidden to the rest of the world Blair Waldorf did have feelings… she wasn’t completely cold hearted she just didn’t think anyone was worthy of seeing or knowing about those feelings. She kept her soft side directed only to her dad and that was it. No one else in the world saw it. Blair seemed simple to everyone around her. But she really was a complicated person… just like the rest of us… but she’d never admit to being anything like the rest of the people in the world.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Father: Harold Waldorf –Lawyer
Mother: Eleanor Waldorf – Fashion Designer
I Share My Dna With Only Child
I Come From Born in Newport, Rhode Island, Grew up in Upper East Side, New York
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, West Virginia
This Is Who I was
Blair was born in Rhode Island where she spent most her childhood until her mother needed to move to New York to help build up her fashion career. When she was a little girl all she knew was that her parents never once told her no. She thought that’s how everyone’s parents were and being just 5 she didn’t know any better so when another little girl of lesser money came around Blair did what Blair did best. “Why are you were such ugly clothes?” She asked completely innocent. How was she to know that there were children out there who didn’t have rich parents and didn’t get everything that their little hearts desired like she did. And that ladies and gentlemen is where it all began.

From there it just got worse. Once she knew she was better than everyone else she began acting like it. And who was going to stop her. Her mother was the most sought after designer on the east coast, and her father was the best lawyer you could get. She had the perfect wealthy family and she was an only child so obviously there was no concept of sharing when she was little. When she was about 10 they moved to New York and things were all going smoothly. She went to the best school, had the best clothes, the best hair, the wealthiest friends, the best show horse, and the best family. Blair Waldorf didn’t settle for anything but the best from birth.

She was about 13 when she realized life wasn’t perfect. Her parents told her it just wasn’t working any more and that they were going to get a divorce. Blair being Blair was devastated but would never admit to it or show it even in the slightest of ways. She continued on with life and Harold moved out and left them. She was fine for a while until rumors started being whispered in the halls at school. That’s when she got her first taste of gossip. The rumors made her mad and so she found the source of them and let her imagination soar. She started dirty little rumors about the girl who started the rumor and that was when the devil in her came out. Gossip was like her drug and once she got hooked she couldn’t stop. She spread rumors like a germ some of them were true and some of them where just pay back or blackmail to get what she wanted. That’s how she got the position of Queen Bee.

She went on with life being a Queen bee and ruling the school. Her mother remarried and she did her best not to squish the little man that her mother now called her husband. Then next thing she new all her friends were moving to this small pathetic town called Pinewood… first Vivian, then Chuck, then Nate, it was only a matter of time till she followed… she hated being a follower but what exactly did they expect her to do by herself. They were the only people she could rightly call her friends. Despite her and Vivian’s disagree-ances at times they were all pretty close. In their own odd little way they all got along. So here she was in West Virginia. I mean she loved riding and it seemed like a quaint little place… she would just have to get used to the “poor” people that were now going to surround her.
This Is Who I am Adjusting to her new surroundings slowly but surely.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Heterosexual
I Love Someone with their priorities in line, Money, power, high society
I LoatheDirty Boys, Anyone who doesn’t run in the same circle she does, poor folk
Maybe I loved No one… She’s in Denial
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down Dude
I Am Awesome Idk I mean I think since I’ve been rp-ing here for over a year Idk maybe that’s proof enough that I can post… or you could just go check out all my posts. But I mean if you don’t wanna I spose I could go get one.

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