Post by Tonya Marie on Aug 18, 2010 22:52:21 GMT -5
Simba! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Tonya and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM only.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Tonya Marie Marcus
But Everyone Calls Me Tot, Poppy, pippy, giggles, Simba, TonTon or tonya.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
The say I Am Part time victoria secret employee, part time on the side horse trainer.
Ive Been Told I Look Like Elizabeth hurley
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'4''
And I Weigh 110
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Corvette symbol on shoulder blade, ears and tongue pierced.
They always say I look like DESCRIPTION-
A petite frame. She has a small-boned, tiny structure, without being disgustingly skinny. She's been told that she has just enough meat on her body to keep from looking like a zipper. Although she's tiny, she's in proportion, but mostly leg. She is attractive for a skinny girl, despite the fact there's a few features on her that are just. too. small.
Cat-eyed ex scene kid. She has a seductive shape to them, and they are of a most unusual color. They're a mix between blue green and brown; a brown inner ring and then on the outside a combo of both, whether more green or blue shows depends on mood, lighting, or sun. She has brown, shoulder-length choppy, almost scene looking hair [leftover reminders of her scene kid days...] She has small lips, and tiny features all around.
A fashion designer...kinda. She has her own style for herself. She composes her clothes in a way that no existing style could quite name it. She's not exactly scene, not exactly preppy, not exactly boyish. She just wears what she feels like wearing, buys what catches her eye. She is often seen running around in pajamas, and when she does get dressed, its usually only jeans and a tank top.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Eyes, hair, size, vibe, and a cigarette thats always in her hands.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
I Abhor
I Rock Training and riding horses, a real problem solver, good strategist, common sense, a rockstar in her own mind.
I Suck Swimming, running, Going to sleep at an early hour, getting along with other girls, ghosthunting.
I Do Smokes, raves, rides, flirts, trains, sleeps, chills.
I Want To breed, show, and train arabian horses
I Fear Water, Spiders, small spaces, Ghosts
I Shut up If i told you, it wouldnt be a secret ;]
I am
A leader. She doesnt accept no as an answer. She has her own mind, her own person, her own rules. She respects the authority of only those who rightfully have it. She doesn't let anyone degrade her, bully her, or make her feel insignificant. She's very easygoing, but quick to punches if needed.
A tree hugger... kind of. She has more respect for nature then most other people. She doesn't litter, she recycles, doesnt dump anywhere it doesnt belong. She does do her occasional pollution, but not too excessively much.
A loyal dog. She is a friendly person by nature. A very easygoing, but not easy to walk over kind of person. She does everything she can to help out her friends, and she's an exciting people to be around. She's always full of ideas, and always has ways to brighten up the night. She's a good everyday chill friend.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From
Theresa- Blonde, petite, indeendent; Medical Assistant.
Tim- Short, stocky, brown hair, headstrong; Army
I Share My Dna With
Kacey- Stocky, brunette, follower; No job
Colt- Tall, lanky, light haired, independent; Lost contact a long time ago.
I Come From Denver
But I Live Here Now Apartment nearby the stables.
This Is Who I was "Have you ever had the feeling that you're nothing? Well, scientists would say that its impossible to be NOTHING, but you know what i mean. If you know what its like to be ignored by all the boys, laughed at by your school mates, then you'll know exactly what its like to be me.
I grew up in a small little town, where i began elementary. i moved around a couple times during elementary. I never stayed in once place very long, so i never bothered making friends.
In middle school it was the same way. My mom was a compulsive mover, so we just jumped from school to school. Once again, i was a loner. Always in my older sister's shadow. She was always so outgoing and liked... i never understood how it was so easy. But i just made my way through middle and elementary as a loner, and i was honestly okay with being my only friend. The last year of middle school was at bennett, and once again.. i kept to myself, predicting a move.
But we stayed there. So i decided, my loner days were over. I began to come out of my shell, and i began to take care of myself. ANd everyone noticed. Apparantly i had become a bomb shell. Guys were all over me. Unfortunatly for me, i had no guy experience, so i had no idea what to do. I began making wrong decisions and doing wrong things, and i became a rumor magnet. Rumors fluttered, my reputation ruined. Fight after fight after fight. Finally, i graduated and moved to an apartment down the street from Pinewood, where my new second home would be."
This Is Who I am
"They say im up to no good, i say im down for the cause!"
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Guys
I Love Badboys, car boys, chevy, Hands, bodys, eyes, stoner boys
I Loathe Pretty boys, annoying boys, feet, bragging, talking excessively.
Maybe I loved A couple...
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome
"Tonya wiped her wet, sweaty palms on the legs of her jeans, the heat of the summer sizzled into the back of her neck, the sun beating down on her. He was probably mad at the world for something, but she wasnt sure what. Probably mad because she existed, hence why she was getting the brunt of the nautious waves of outside heat. It wasn't even a nice heat. Hating snow, she was always a fan of warmth. But this warmth? This warmth wasn't even fun. It was dry, hot, heavy.The kind of heat where even th breeze wasn't refreshing, because it too was hot. She sighed and wiped her sweaty forehead with the bottom of the red noodlestrap she was wearing. She had been waiting for two god damn hours, and it still seemed like they weren't even close to done. She lit up a cigarette and paced, peaking through the panes of glass every four seconds anxiously. She could see the outline of the headlights of her car, and the whole outline of the front of the beastly auto. The front side was already done. Shouldn't be too long...
She was lining the building of the auto shop she had chosen to paint her car. After a 250,000 injury settlement, the first thing she decided was a car. And not just any car. Her dream car. A 67 midnight black camero. She had spent all her time and lots of money restoring it until the car roared and barked at cars on the street, rattling with torque and power. Now she was getting it painted. And the anxiousness to see her pride and joy's new job excited her, making her jittery.
Another hour passed. A sigh. Uh... come on already! She complained in her head. She walked back into the air conditioned office of the shop, and sat down, tapping her foot impatiently as she flipped through a car parts magazine. Finally the guy behind the counter called her name. "Tonya Foster?"
Tonya leaped to her feet. "Yes?"
"You're car's done. Just wait outside."
Tonya nodded and had to keep herself from running outside. Finally it was done! The car of her dreams was now no longer a dream's distance away! She was glad everything was paid and done with, so she didnt have to wait to get it. She stopped outside, eagerly looking around. Where is it?
Vwooommm vwooommm vwom vwom vwom.
[/b] She could hear the starting and revving of her car behind the shop. A glint of light before it pulled around the corner. Tonya grinned at the fine beastly muscle car that was pulling towards her- HER muscle car.They call me Tonya and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM only.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Tonya Marie Marcus
But Everyone Calls Me Tot, Poppy, pippy, giggles, Simba, TonTon or tonya.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
The say I Am Part time victoria secret employee, part time on the side horse trainer.
Ive Been Told I Look Like Elizabeth hurley
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'4''
And I Weigh 110
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Corvette symbol on shoulder blade, ears and tongue pierced.
They always say I look like DESCRIPTION-
A petite frame. She has a small-boned, tiny structure, without being disgustingly skinny. She's been told that she has just enough meat on her body to keep from looking like a zipper. Although she's tiny, she's in proportion, but mostly leg. She is attractive for a skinny girl, despite the fact there's a few features on her that are just. too. small.
Cat-eyed ex scene kid. She has a seductive shape to them, and they are of a most unusual color. They're a mix between blue green and brown; a brown inner ring and then on the outside a combo of both, whether more green or blue shows depends on mood, lighting, or sun. She has brown, shoulder-length choppy, almost scene looking hair [leftover reminders of her scene kid days...] She has small lips, and tiny features all around.
A fashion designer...kinda. She has her own style for herself. She composes her clothes in a way that no existing style could quite name it. She's not exactly scene, not exactly preppy, not exactly boyish. She just wears what she feels like wearing, buys what catches her eye. She is often seen running around in pajamas, and when she does get dressed, its usually only jeans and a tank top.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Eyes, hair, size, vibe, and a cigarette thats always in her hands.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
-Horses
-Animals
-Nature
-Boys
-Raves
-Chevy
-Transformers
-420 friendly ;]
-Animals
-Nature
-Boys
-Raves
-Chevy
-Transformers
-420 friendly ;]
I Abhor
-Ghosts
-Scary movies
-Most other girls
-Spiders, or any other bugs for that matter except a couple
-deep water
-Tornados
-Scary movies
-Most other girls
-Spiders, or any other bugs for that matter except a couple
-deep water
-Tornados
I Rock Training and riding horses, a real problem solver, good strategist, common sense, a rockstar in her own mind.
I Suck Swimming, running, Going to sleep at an early hour, getting along with other girls, ghosthunting.
I Do Smokes, raves, rides, flirts, trains, sleeps, chills.
I Want To breed, show, and train arabian horses
I Fear Water, Spiders, small spaces, Ghosts
I Shut up If i told you, it wouldnt be a secret ;]
I am
A leader. She doesnt accept no as an answer. She has her own mind, her own person, her own rules. She respects the authority of only those who rightfully have it. She doesn't let anyone degrade her, bully her, or make her feel insignificant. She's very easygoing, but quick to punches if needed.
A tree hugger... kind of. She has more respect for nature then most other people. She doesn't litter, she recycles, doesnt dump anywhere it doesnt belong. She does do her occasional pollution, but not too excessively much.
A loyal dog. She is a friendly person by nature. A very easygoing, but not easy to walk over kind of person. She does everything she can to help out her friends, and she's an exciting people to be around. She's always full of ideas, and always has ways to brighten up the night. She's a good everyday chill friend.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From
Theresa- Blonde, petite, indeendent; Medical Assistant.
Tim- Short, stocky, brown hair, headstrong; Army
I Share My Dna With
Kacey- Stocky, brunette, follower; No job
Colt- Tall, lanky, light haired, independent; Lost contact a long time ago.
I Come From Denver
But I Live Here Now Apartment nearby the stables.
This Is Who I was "Have you ever had the feeling that you're nothing? Well, scientists would say that its impossible to be NOTHING, but you know what i mean. If you know what its like to be ignored by all the boys, laughed at by your school mates, then you'll know exactly what its like to be me.
I grew up in a small little town, where i began elementary. i moved around a couple times during elementary. I never stayed in once place very long, so i never bothered making friends.
In middle school it was the same way. My mom was a compulsive mover, so we just jumped from school to school. Once again, i was a loner. Always in my older sister's shadow. She was always so outgoing and liked... i never understood how it was so easy. But i just made my way through middle and elementary as a loner, and i was honestly okay with being my only friend. The last year of middle school was at bennett, and once again.. i kept to myself, predicting a move.
But we stayed there. So i decided, my loner days were over. I began to come out of my shell, and i began to take care of myself. ANd everyone noticed. Apparantly i had become a bomb shell. Guys were all over me. Unfortunatly for me, i had no guy experience, so i had no idea what to do. I began making wrong decisions and doing wrong things, and i became a rumor magnet. Rumors fluttered, my reputation ruined. Fight after fight after fight. Finally, i graduated and moved to an apartment down the street from Pinewood, where my new second home would be."
This Is Who I am
"They say im up to no good, i say im down for the cause!"
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Guys
I Love Badboys, car boys, chevy, Hands, bodys, eyes, stoner boys
I Loathe Pretty boys, annoying boys, feet, bragging, talking excessively.
Maybe I loved A couple...
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome
"Tonya wiped her wet, sweaty palms on the legs of her jeans, the heat of the summer sizzled into the back of her neck, the sun beating down on her. He was probably mad at the world for something, but she wasnt sure what. Probably mad because she existed, hence why she was getting the brunt of the nautious waves of outside heat. It wasn't even a nice heat. Hating snow, she was always a fan of warmth. But this warmth? This warmth wasn't even fun. It was dry, hot, heavy.The kind of heat where even th breeze wasn't refreshing, because it too was hot. She sighed and wiped her sweaty forehead with the bottom of the red noodlestrap she was wearing. She had been waiting for two god damn hours, and it still seemed like they weren't even close to done. She lit up a cigarette and paced, peaking through the panes of glass every four seconds anxiously. She could see the outline of the headlights of her car, and the whole outline of the front of the beastly auto. The front side was already done. Shouldn't be too long...
She was lining the building of the auto shop she had chosen to paint her car. After a 250,000 injury settlement, the first thing she decided was a car. And not just any car. Her dream car. A 67 midnight black camero. She had spent all her time and lots of money restoring it until the car roared and barked at cars on the street, rattling with torque and power. Now she was getting it painted. And the anxiousness to see her pride and joy's new job excited her, making her jittery.
Another hour passed. A sigh. Uh... come on already! She complained in her head. She walked back into the air conditioned office of the shop, and sat down, tapping her foot impatiently as she flipped through a car parts magazine. Finally the guy behind the counter called her name. "Tonya Foster?"
Tonya leaped to her feet. "Yes?"
"You're car's done. Just wait outside."
Tonya nodded and had to keep herself from running outside. Finally it was done! The car of her dreams was now no longer a dream's distance away! She was glad everything was paid and done with, so she didnt have to wait to get it. She stopped outside, eagerly looking around. Where is it?
Vwooommm vwooommm vwom vwom vwom.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
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