sohalia angel weird

[SOHALIA ANGEL WEIRD]

sohalia angel weird !

macbeth

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LOVES:

• herself
  
• her sisters
  
• her dealer
  
• screamo
  
• sushi
  
• raves
  
• weed
  
• power pop
  
• vodka
  
• clothes
  
• parties
  
• gigs
  
• pepsi
  
• taking photos
  
• compliments
  
• ice cream
  
• "scene kids"

HATES:

• her dealer
  
• herself
  
• everyone
  
• silence
  
• romance
  
• dirt
  
• sitting still
  
• dieting
  
• emotional people
  
• meat
  
• goodbyes
  
• coca-cola
  
• food
  
• being told to shut up
  
• the cold, especially snow.

STRENGTHS:

• intelligent
  
• self-sufficient
  
• artistic
  
• dancing

WEAKNESSES:

• alcohol & recreational drugs
  
• bad tempered
  
• indecisive
  
• jealous
  
• not eating right

GOALS:

• get through uni without being kicked out
  
• prove she can take care of herself
  
• loose more weight

FEARS:

• getting fat and people hating her
  
• something happening to her sisters
  
• needles

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PERSONALITY TRAITS:

• energetic
  
• irresponsible
  
• motivated
  
• paranoid
  
• party animal
  
• weird
  
• mistrusting
  
• loud
  
• jealous
  
• moody

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FAMILY:

hey howdy hey! this is laurie and i'm sixteen years old. i've been roleplaying for like, a bajillion years and i've loved every minute of it. at the moment i play rosaline and sohalia and i love all both of them. if i'm not around, catch me on msn (ask for it) and i should respond. so yeah, peace!

Alli's head throbbed painfully, and she winced as she started to sit up. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a low groan. The ends were matted with died vomit, and glancing around the student-filled living room, she couldn't tell weather or not it was her own. "Never again." she mumbled to herself, beginning to disentangle her limbs from those of the girl beside her who was still asleep. Of course, Sophalia noted with a grim smile, that resolution would be lucky to last to the end of the week. She made herself the same promise the morning after almost every party she went to, but when it came down to it, she just couldn't seem to stay away. Feeling like her brain was about to explode, Alli slowly padded barefoot through the flat, stepping over the passed out and sleeping party guests as she went. The blonde delved into the pocket of her tight, white denim shorts for her blackberry, checking the time. Seven twenty-eight. "Jesus Christ!" she thought, putting a hand to her head. She had a habit of waking up insanely early; even when she'd been partying until 5 in the morning Sohalia was always up and about before anyone else.

Spotting her prized black felt trilby hat lying beside a pile of empty bottles, she took a small detour, side-stepping a snoring pair of boys with their arms around each other to retrieve it. Sohalia smiled warmly at the sight of them before moving on to track down her other things. Seeing cute couples like that always gave her a little burst of hope for herself. Maybe she'd find a girl willing to put up with her craziness one of these days. After locating her cassette-shaped lighter, a pack of cigarettes, and her warm, oversized grey hoodie, Alli wandered into the kitchen, stepping through the sliding door and out onto the balcony. She shivered slightly in the crisp, early morning air, and leaned her elbows on the railing, looking out over the slightly run-down part of Bridge End that so many students had made their home.

Lighting a cigarette, she took a long, deep drag of it before exhaling slowly, watching boredly as the wisps of smoke rose, clinging to the breeze tightly and spiralling upwards. The problem with Verona was tha everybody was so caught up with image and taking sides. Even Sohalia and her sisters had jumped on the bandwagon, latching on to the Montagues. It was the only way to guarantee safety here. Of course, the Weird sisters had never been ones for loyalty, unless it was to each other. People seemed to have picked up on that fact, and it was rare for anyone to trust them. Not that Alli minded. She never trusted anyone any more than they did her. Why would she, when she knew how easy it was to sell someone out? She fiddled absent-mindedly with her dog tags and took another puff of her cigarette, waiting for the guy who lived here to wake up so she could see his reaction to the carnage. For some reason, no matter how many of these parties the hosts had attended in others' homes, when they woke up to find their own place like this they always wore the same expression of horror on their faces. Even by Sohalia's standards, this wreckage was pretty spectacular. If she had been a more sympathetic person, she'd have felt rather bad for the unfortunate sod.
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