Post by Leila Rodriguez on Apr 18, 2010 17:54:25 GMT -5
Leila! STOLE YOUR HEART;
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They call me ANABEL and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via AIM, MSN, YAHOO, & PM..
Ktxbi.
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They call me ANABEL and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via AIM, MSN, YAHOO, & PM..
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
The birth certificate reads Leila Rodrigez
But Everyone Calls Me Leila, Leilei, Spark
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
The say I Am a high school student
Ive Been Told I Look Like Cassie [Casandra Ventura]
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5' 6"
And I Weigh 115 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Tongue piercing. 2 piercings in each ear (the basic, and one a little bit higher and to the side).
They always say I look like Leila is a rather skinny girl, however her build is somewhat lean. She's not skinny enough for her ribs to be visible, yet her stomach is flat. Her skin tone is a medium to dark tan by nature, and it doesn't change except for two or so shades if she hasn't been in the sun. She has a slight hourglass shape, though she's not close to the measurements that would label her officially as one.
Her hair is between medium and long, reaching down to the half of her back. It's a shade of ebony, and has a slight shine to it, in which other colors such as brown may shine through. She usually straightens it, however, it has slight curls and locks by nature. Her eyes are a shade of light brown, with an amber glow to them. There are several hints of different colors in them, like some streaks of green and hues of reddish-brown, causing them sometimes to be labeled as hazel.
Her walk is swift and light, and due to past habits, her footsteps hardly make a sound. She loves wearing jeans, specially ones that are dark but have faded or flared designs on them. Most of the time, you can spot her wearing black, navy blue, or red tank tops, though she might play it up with other shades every once in a while. She absolutely hates the cold, so in a cold winter, she'll usually layer on a thermal with a sweater or two, typically with the fur on the trim.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out The contrast between the tone of the skin and the light eyes tends to capture attention. She also has a thick 'East L.A.' spanish accent, which never falters to make its appearance.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
All types of music, except some country
Candy Corn
Horses
Playing tricks, pulling pranks on people
Dancing
Singing
Flirting
Parties
Fire
Dogs
I Abhor
Show offs
Snobs
People who instantly judge her by her looks or background
thingyroaches
Humidity
Any weather under 40 degrees.
Not getting a fair chance to do anything.
I Rock
She's a pretty good comedian, she can lighten up most situations if she has a chance to intervene. She has good aim when playing basketball. Also, texting and dancing (as long as it's hip hop, reggaeton, or something like salsa).
I Suck
She fails at dealing with confrontation without any physical means.
(IE: she may hold her point fine, but if an argument starts turning into a verbal fight in which it all comes down to who can insult the other better, she'd rather resort to violence or a quick punch.)
I Do
She tends to say "Awesome" as a generic response to anything that she approves of, but has no real feedback or commentary to give.
She's addicted to texting.
I Want
She just wants to have a good time. She's not really setting any goals for herself, other than to try her best at whatever she does and see where it takes her.
I Fear
Falling off of a horse she's riding, or being around one whose anger has suddenly skyrocketed.
She also has a subconscious instinct to hate it when she can't hear what people are saying. She doesn't mean to, and knows it's probably not related to her, but she hates the possibility that they might be talking or gossiping rude comments about her.
I Shut up
She used to be in one of the gangs of her old city, and rather high up in ranks. Her past and her criminal record are far from clean. She's never killed anyone with her own hands such as by beating someone or a fist fight, but her old .45 and her knife tasted death many times.
However, those experiences never made it to court papers, or the law--making them virtually invisible.
What her record does say is that she went to Juvie twice, for gang-affiliated crimes. A few of the things you might find on legal papers include: assault with a deadly weapon, robbery with a deadly weapon, concealment of a deadly weapon, and of course, obstruction to the law by failing to snitch.
Another secret to her past is that she had a brother. He died when she was seventeen--and the reason? Solely her fault.
She'd previously gotten in a fight with an enemy gang member, and though she virtually kicked their ass, that only fueled the guy's lust for revenge. Rumors hit the streets that there was a hit out on her, and Bryan (her brother) didn't like this. He wasn't going to let anything harm his little sister, so he took it into his own hands and went after the guy.
He beat the guy into the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital.
However, the glory from the victory was only temporary.. His actions reached the word on the street, and he was driving to the store just a week or two later when the enemy sought vengeance. They opened fire on him, while he was driving--the entire side of the car was full of bullets.
That was the end of her brother's life, and it all could have been avoided if she'd chosen not to fight.
Time passed quickly, and thankfully, she moved to a quieter town and left it behind, but her heart's still tied to the old ways of 'only the strong survive'. She has many skeletons in her closet, therefore she keeps quiet of her past. However, her facade doesn't fail to hint that there's more to her than a joker's smile..
I am Leila is a rather lively person, and it's hard to change that. When around people she knows, or just in an energetic mood, she's hyper and almost glowing. She cracks a lot of jokes, and teases people, though in a light-hearted manner. She almost always has either a smirk or a smile on her face, in such a situation. However when she's around people she doesn't know, she tends to shy away from them. She walks around almost like a ghost, hardly noticed and never talking. Yet, when you get to know her, everything seems to turn around..
She loves to sing, but more than anything, she has an addiction to dancing. If she likes the beat or the way a song is sung, she'll most likely find a subtle way to dance to it if there's people around. Otherwise, she'll dance without being subtly. She listens mostly to Rap, Hip-hop, and R&B, give or take some spanish songs and a bit of rock and pop--she's highly diversified when it comes to her music interests.
She's a risk taker, no doubt. That is, unless it has to do with horses, she won't be stupid and take a risk in which a horse or a person could be injured. However, in any other situation, she's the classic daredevil. Walking on a fence? Jumping it? Trashing something or maybe getting in a fight? She'll do it without a second thought. She loves playing tricks on people, as well. However, she tries to draw the line in her mind so that she won't go overboard and either offend or make somebody angry. Yet, this sometimes fails when she doesn't fully understand a person's reactions.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From
Alexander Rodriguez - 45 - Owner of a clothes store chain
Jennifer Delgado - 42 - Bank manager
I Share My Dna With Bryan Rodriguez - deceased.
I Come From Compton, California
But I Live Here Now Bella Vista
This Is Who I was
Leila's story is a long one, with lots of sharp turns and dead-end side roads.
She was born and raised in South Central, Los Angeles. Probably the single worst place for a small child to be raised, right? Her parents, though somewhat yound, didn't falter to see this, and they quickly packed up and moved to Compton once she was a few months old. Not much of a big change, there. However, it was a sufficient change. They were able to attend college and such, which helped the quality of their lives, so that they didn't live in the projects when Leila was being raised.
However, that didn't change the way she'd turn out. No no, it actually put her in a worse scenario. She went to school and everything, her grades were always leaning on the good side of things. She was a sharp kid, she learned things just by watching them. This strength, though handy for schoolwork, was also handy for other things. Elementary went by quickly, nothing much changed. However, when middle school rolled by, her friends started deviating from their 'good kid' personalities, and she did the same. They started hanging out with parts of their families that weren't so..up-right. Needless to say, the criminal life started taking hold of her ways. She didn't mind it at all, though. She took an instant attraction to the haze of it all--the thrill, the adrenaline that came from not knowing if you'd make it out of something alive.
Her world skyrocketed from there, she began working for them, almost like an underdog. Her friends supported this lifestyle, though her parents abhored it, and almost shunned her for willingly taking the 'road best not taken'. Not like she cared. She didn't see eye to eye with them, what was so wrong about it? Who were they to judge the way somebody likes living their life? She ignored any insight they had, even if it led to even more drama for her. Her parents weren't as supporting as they'd been, now that she'd fallen into the abyss. Therefore, it only shoved her more in the direction she was headed. At least her friends--though some didn't live too long--were supporting. One member of her family who was supporting was her brother, Bryan. He was a member of the same gang, in fact, he'd helped fuel her addiction to the thrill. They were closer than most kin could be, for they shared the same passion of the streets.
However, this passion would slowly rip them apart. [Refer back to the secrets.]
However, once she turned eighteen, her parents decided enough was enough. They knew Leila had loved horses once, even though that was such a long time ago, they knew she'd still like them. In fact, if anything, they figured she'd be much kinder and gentle to them than she would be to another human. They used this to their advantage, and put together the funds necessary to move and leave the horrid town that'd taken hold of them. They packed up and took Leila along with them, to a small town called Bella Vista.
This is where that story ends, and a new one begins.
This Is Who I am She hasn't changed much from who she used to be, but she has a cap on it now. She can control her temper, and a livelier side has taken hold, one which doesn't take on a facade of stone.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust men (straight)
I Love men with muscled arms and chests. 'evil' guys, such as trouble makers and known bad boys. guys who know how to have fun, and don't always worry about whether they're going to get caught or not.
I Loathe men who resort to cat calls, and gossiping harshly on their exes and past relationships.
Maybe I loved N/A
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude?
I Am Awesome (This is an intro I wrote, maybe a few days ago.)
What had he been thinking? Marrying a random girl out of nowhere and sweeping her off her feet? How dare he. The classic story of the rich little husband gold digger who comes along and steals him before anyone else can get their paws on him. But alas, in these tales of impending doom--there's always the real victims. The people who have to deal with the shit that comes their way. The people who were against it to start with, but nobody listened to. The children. Specially if both parties have kids, and if they're not oblivious to what's really going on with their parents and where the loyalties lay.
It was a broken house now, so to speak. The father had always been attentive and caring, to make up for the loss of the kids' mother when they were little. However, now some girl had come along and caught his heart--and off he went, using his money to compensate for the fact that he was starting to deviate from being the good dad he'd always been. But his kids--nope, they weren't going to stand for it, and they would raise hell itself, should it become a necessary evil. However, it was too late to stop the marriage from taking place. It'd been done, and they'd gone off on their honeymoon. It was time for Plan B--raise so much hell and mischief that they'd be forced to divorce, or something similar.
The sounds of the kitchen were somewhat busy, with clanking of pots and pans and such sounds echoing about the marble countertops and floor. Dante was busy at work--not necessarily cooking, but planning. With dad gone and everything, the house was a lonesome little place, just him and his sister. The step-mom's kids were supposed to be arriving soon, the dad had made sure of it that they'd be introduced to each other on a first hand basis while they were gone.. A foolish move, indeed; specially when there's no parental units to supervise what might go on.
Dante's eden green eyes scanned the kitchen environment slowly, almost as if looking for something, when in reality he was just seeing what he could pull into his little plan. He'd taken about four culinary arts classes in school, therefore his dad hadn't bothered to hire anyone to cook dinner for the kids.. He'd just figured Dante could pick up the slack.
He reached over the countertop, opening one of the cabinets and pulling out a few spices, adding it into the pot of mischief that was bubbling on the stove. Pulling the sleeves of his baggy hoody back down, he rushed quickly out of the kitchen--crashing practically head on into his sister, who spun out of the way quickly enough to not be send toppling over.
"What the hell? mind watching where you're going? ..and what the hell is on the stove.." she said, hazel brown eyes narrowing on her brother before being distracted by the unidentifiable object that was bubbling away behind him. She arched an eyebrow, peering over his shoulder before slipping under and wandering over to it, daring not to touch it.
Dante let out a soft snicker as he watched. "Yes, I do mind, Leila, I'd rather not watch--and uh.. it's dinner."
"DINNER? How do you expect us--and them--to eat something that even NASA would have problems identifiying?.." she said, picking up a sthingy of it slowly.
"Don't worry about that, I already ordered KFC. The real dinner is upstairs in my room." he said, rolling his eyes slightly and slipping out of the kitchen once more, leaving his sister to mess with the unknown substance. He started going up the swirling staircase slowly, glancing back down at the kitchen door. "By the way, they should be here soon." He yelled, going off into his room and locking the door.
Leila simply rolled her eyes. Wasn't he nice, locking himself up in his room like a bomb shelter and forcing her to deal with the newcomers.. She sighed softly, brushing her brown bangs out of the way and leaving the bubbling pot undisturbed.
