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Group: . Uninfected Unreg Mutt
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Joined: 7-May 09
| CERISE TERENA LESTRANGEfemale : twenty-eight : heiress and socialite : mutt loup-garoui live my life like there's no tomorrowAND ALL I'VE GOT, I HAD TO STEAL
"I'm not sure what to say about myself. And I'm not sure if you'd believe what I say anyway." The brunette smiled, though it was almost tired-looking, as if she'd had trouble with that sort of thing before, "Tabloids are more interesting than the truth, so they tend to be easier to believe. Or what people want to believe. Same thing, I suppose..." Cerise paused for a moment. Then she shrugged her shoulders and lit a cigarette. The habit was hard too kick for her, she'd tried several times and failed more spectacularly with each subsequent attempt.
"I left the pack about... oh, I suppose it's been about a year ago now. Well, alright, I say I left them, but it was really something more akin to 'leave or we'll have to ask you to' so I left to save face, I suppose." Then she went on to defend herself, raising a hand as if to stop anyone from talking and before she could clarify, "It's not that I don't get along reasonably well with packmembers, on an individual basis..." She paused, thinking, and took a long drag from her favorite vice, "Alright, so we fought a lot over really idiotic things, they said I was too condescending, or something... Or maybe it was the fact I've put myself more and more into the limelight over the years, and apparently 'secrecy is one of our highest values' or something." Cerise huffed, letting out a puff of smoke as she did, "So I've been in a few tabloids, I can't help it if I'm so interesting. Then there was that sex tape... You'd think a lesbian sex tape would have done more damage to me than it did, but it weirdly seemed to bolster me. In the public, anyway. Gay and lesbian groups adore me now."
"Anyway, the pack..." She appeared at a loss for words, since she was saying all sorts of things she hadn't intended to speak about and she was generally more in control of the words that came from her mouth, and stared at the flame at the end of her cigarette for a moment. Then she gave up trying to save it and decided to just go with it this time, for honesty's sake, "Look, it's complicated, alright? What I mean is I've still got a working relationship with the pack since I've left. I think it's better this way, if a little more lonely." The woman's face read as sad, in a very honest way, "I mean, I'd always been fond of ROMILLY, even since I was rather young and only got to see her on the months me and my family spent in Paris annually... I've come to be very close with her, so it's a loss to lose her as a... I miss my former packmate and dear friend. There's hardly a day that goes by I don't attempt to convince her to split the pack to be with me. A pair of wolves isn't as lonely as one, you know." Her voice fell off, kind of quiet. She shook her head to ward off any sad thoughts she was currently fighting and move along.
"I keep myself busy though, so don't go thinking I'm the type to allow myself to be lonely for long. No, no... There's really a million things one can do a day, I don't see a reason to ever be bored. If I'm not going to some event or party or club, fundraiser, or making some sort of appearance somewhere, then I'm probably getting ready to go to one. I'm a rather busy woman. I've become something of a socialite over the past few years, you see. I've got a substantial amount of money from my family's business and various investments to allow me to be so. We own a rather large, old vineyard and winery in Champagne, for one thing, which is where I grew up." Clearly well versed in her family's money, she looked as if she could name off a lot more than that, but was so secure about herself she didn't feel the need to. It was more a matter of fact thing than anything else that she'd mentioned it at all. "But we came to Paris so often, I sort of grew up here, too, I suppose you could say. Either way, I moved here when I was twenty, into one of my parent's houses, outside the city. Though, to be honest, I spend more time in a penthouse. Nothing beats a good penthouse in the middle of the city, if you ask me. It's a pity not everyone gets to experience it."
"Anyway, I believe I mentioned I moved here officially when I was twenty, and, bringing us back to the Gargouille pack, this is when I joined them. I have certain connections that made me an asset to them, not to mention money to burn, so I suppose I was worth having around, until I got too, as mentioned, 'in the pubic eye.' This whole rabies thing has only made it worse. I kind of understand now, how I was some sort of liability. But I suppose if I get caught it's all on me now, and I'm prepared to take my own fall if it ever comes. But I'm not changing a thing unless I'm forced to, because... well, pardon my language, fuck the government. I don't really trust them, the lying bastards. Though I'll play nice if they will."
LEAST I DON'T NEED TO BEG OR BORROW
yeah, i'm livin' at a pace that kills
daria werbowy : mal : female : twenty-one : telepathy
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