Post by merideth taylor pailey; on Feb 18, 2008 14:20:03 GMT -5
merideth taylor pailey
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{ `cause nothing changes who i am.
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name, Merideth Taylor Pailey
age, Seventeen
sexuality, Female
orientation, Bisexual
wealth status, Semi Rich
cabin, Merideth's cabin is entirely spick and span, everything has its own place and if it is moved it will be put back. She brough her own sheets with her for the bed and every morning takes out a new pair of pj's and neatly puts them on her bed. The maids need not even come into her room as she enjoys keeping it clean and tidy without much fuss at all. The bathroom also has a place for everything and she's even been experimenting on making the loo roll look pretty. Overall it is a clean tidy and most wonderfully arranged cabin room.
{ that`s how we roll.
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family,
- Alison Wine-Pailey; Mother - 41 - Record Producer
- Kory Andrew Pailey; Father - 42 - Musician
- Melanie Pailey (to be Melanie Thomnis); Sister - 24 - Twin to Frankie - Actress
- Frankie Pailey; Brother - 24 - Past Artist & Guitar, Piano and Violin Teacher - Dead
- Holly Pailey; Sister - 12 - child actress
family photos,
Alison
Kory
Melanie
Frankie
Holly
{ life`s like a novel with the end ripped out.
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history,
Counting back around seventeen years ago on that halloween would give you the exact day that Alison Wine-Pailey went into labour a few weeks earlier than planned. She'd already had the ordeal of giving birth to twins naturally so this should have been easy. But as the morning of the 1st December came it was obvious that their child wans't moving. The caesarian went perfectly smooth and the small 6lbs 2oz red headed child was put into her mothers arms at 4:16am. Dispite her rudeness of not leaving her mother Merideth was a quiet child. She didn't cry afte rbeing born for several weeks and without noticing this her mother just let her carry on. Eventually she began crying again but it was high pitched and strange. The doctors said it was nothing probably just a show of what her voice would be like when she began to speak. This drove her mother into a frenzy. If her child sounded like minnie mouse surely it would drive everyone crazy.
Although when she was 17months old and had began talking, after her rather strange choice of first word being "tingle", everyone noticed her voice seemed fine, there was no squeaky mouse sound that everyone had been dreading. Frankie and Melanie adored their little sister after she began talking and when she was two, begining to walk and form simple sentences, they began enjoying her as a person more instead of a living doll. The truth was though she looked like a beautiful porcelein baby doll with bright pale green eyes, pale skin and the ravishing, fast growing wavy red hair. Her mother used to dress her like a doll in beautiful dressed, bows in her hair and then parade her around like she was just a new accesory. Everyone used to comment on how bright the red of her hair was, no one else in the family had that bright locks and it wasn't fading as she got older.
Aged 4 Merideth began to sing. The high pitched crying? Melodical proof she was a born singer. She'd listened to her mothers signed bands many days when she was taken to the studio and her fathers constant tinckling on the piano, guitar or drums she'd gotten an ear for it quite early on. She wasn't overly amazing, children her age sang all the time and sounded like angels yet growing up her voice, like others who lost their sweet pipes, didn't fade just like her hair. When her mother had Holly Merideth stopped talking and singing all together and the only person who she actually talked to was Frankie. He began teaching her the piano, guitar and a little bit of violin. He was a musical son at the age of 12 but didn't have much passion in it like he had for drawing and painting. Merideth for a lot of the time was his model, sitting like a beautiful porcelein doll just waiting until he'd finnished and then he'd teach her more of the musical talents he was a natural at. Eventually she'd found a passion for the piano and when she was 8 she was singing and playing demo's for her mother to listen to and tell her if she would get accepted into the business. Of course like all good mothers Alison didn't want fame for her daughter to be something thrust upon her so she let her wild dreams move on.
But it didn't stop she didn't have a social life apart from her horse, Sudol Sultan (aka. Sully), at the age of 12 and was a complete outcast at school. Even Frankie had given up trying to get rhough to her as she sat in her room (by which at this point was sound proofed because her paino playing and strumming could go on for a long time at the weekends) and wrote her own songs. She then shelved them. She didn't want anyone to know about them at all yet she still loved them dearly and kept them close to her. The first time she sang in public was aged 13 where she sang one of her own songs, Rangers, infront of the audience of the school talent show and her dream blossomed again. Yet she didn't want to be signed until she was old enough to really understand every aspect of life. A few broken hearts, songs and preformances later she was set on her dream completely.
Then aged 15 her brother was killed while transporting his latest portraits of Merideth to an art convention. She'd refused to go and then ran from home for two days where she was knocked over by a car and had been in a coma. Her brother drank himself mortally drunk every single day and while driving after his tenth beer he crashed into a pillar in the tunnel 3 minuets away from the convension and the heavily framed picture of Merideth balanced on the front seat fell and cracked his skull on the cars crumpled side, pierced his brain and he died instantly. When she woke up it was at the exact time the ohonecall had been delievered to announce Frankie's death but the family refused to tell Merideth until she was home a week later. After that music was harsh. She wouldn't listen to it, play it or even think about it. She barely ate, slept or talked and this worried her parents highly. Their only sollution was to put her away for a little while so they took her on a holiday, it didn't work at all.
Holly began a succesful career alongside her long running actress sister Melanie and Alison began taking on new music acts which were breaking through the charts. Merideth's father was the only one who stayed and watched his daughter, they talked, cried and eventually after many days of conversing to her father. Merideth showed him the songs she'd written when she was young. She told him how Frankie had made it possible and it didn't seem right he wasn't ever going to hear his sister on the radio and be able to say "Hey that's my little sis" she didn't want to be big and out there anymore. She didn't want to even be seen on camera with her celebrity sisters it wasn't fair they could have success while their dead brother was only minutes away from his own. If it wasn't for Merideth's refusal to see her face on many walls he would have been alive.
She eventually said she wanted a break, by herself yet not on land. The cruise came up at the right time and she took it without thinking at all. She didn't care if it was haunted, she was like a haunted person. That was how she came to the unfinnished storyline of walking upon the haunted RMS Queen Mary and it continues from sorrows a greif, pain and loss.
{ you want a piece of me?
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appearance,
Hair&&Face
Merideth has that sort of look that you don't forget so easily. Starting with her beautiful strawberry red hair which is naturally wavy although sometimes it does go slightly curly at the ends. It lies to around armpit length although when straightened it can move about three inches lower than that. Personally Merideth hates her hair highly, it's bright and she gets noticed overly much for being so bright. Characteristic of red headed people she has pale skin although freckles are quite lightly dotted about her body yet not her face. The light shade caused her hair to light up and is the most amazing factor of her, she never does anything with it but lets her frindge lie along her forehead at the side or straight across and sometimes she'll straighten it or tie it up into a ponytail although not often.
Her face itself has a gloriously innocent shape to it. The shape could be described as square although it may just be the way her hair frames her face. Her jawline is beautifully sharp and pulls neatly to her small pointed chin. Above her chin sits her rosey lips. They are most lightly described as heart shaped on the top lip's dipping and they are mediumly put in the scale of no lips and overly huge lips. They are average and theres nothing much else to say about them but that. Merideth's nose is a small petite feature with a rounded point and and gentle addition to her doll like features which captivate the innocent child look in her spectacular eyes. Her eyes are like a forrest to themselves yet muted down to a pale glow of a distant woodland. Or so they have been painted so when Frankie painted her eye-portrait. He painted washed out fir trees and deer running around. The light speckles of beige lie around her pupil but other than that they are what gives her the finnished look of Merideth.
Body
Merideth is somewhat a slightly over thin person. Well sometimes she looks sickly thin being the small size that she is and having a killed after hourglass shape. Her waist is ever so tiny although not unhealthily so. She has no problem with food and actually she eats tonnes of it. The only exercise her body has seen is the walking to get to places and riding her new horse Minnow. Her arms are quite toned because of her riding and so are her legs. Looking at Merideth is quite funny. She is only 5ft2" yet her legs seem miles long compared to her body. Without looking out of proportiont hat is however. They seem long because of her hips adding to the length that they look and plus she knows what suits her and what doesn't. Her chest is a middle size and suits her greatly, if she was any bigger she would look top heavy and and smaller she wouldn't have much to go by. A healthy B-C cup is what she has always wanted to be and she got that wish.
Dress&Makeup Style
To go with her beautiful porcelein doll figurine, which sometimes causes her to look fake and a fan of the surgeons knife, she knows how to dress to suit her. Most colours look beautiful with her hair apart from the same colour as her hair and too much black. Her favourite colours are orange and blue although white is a close third. She is typically a girl who loves to dress up in beautiful dresses and always chooses what she wears carefully. Her favourite thing to wear around and about would be a pair of colourful jeans, a crayon blue, orange or pinstriped a white t-shirt with a pattern on it and a waist coat although she doesn't always look like that. Normal jeans, tracksuit bottoms and other trousers with t-shirts always work well with her choice of three coats. Orange tarten, Blue tarten, navy blue doll coat and a white lace effect coat. Her shoe choice are converse, rocket dogs, pumps, trainers, sneakers but never leather. She doens't like the feel of leather on her feet, even after her socks. Which on that note her underwear and socks usually match her outfit.
Merideth's makeup is somewhat natural although somedays she does like her odd coloured eyeshadow. Eyeliner on her lower lashes and inner upper lashes is always applied along the tearline and a nice natural looking amount of mascara topped with a rose or peach lipstick and overun by a little lipgloss. A small amount of pink blusher is also placed on her cheek bone line although she doesn't need a lot as having rosie cheeks is easy to come by when you're Merideth.
picture,
celebrity, Alison Sudol
{ i am unwritten, can't read my mind, i'm undefined.
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personality,
Merideth is a highly quiet and shy person. Or perhaps she enjoys her solitary way of life. Her speech is limited because she just doens't seem to be alive anymore. It's no fun running around speaking to people just for the crack of it and actually to tell the truth she'd rather be alone and quiet. It's easier to continue her sorrowful outlook on life in the present. She seems to be constantly reserved as if something will quickly spark her back but it never does. Her independance, even though she was raised around people and catered for a lot, is very much a strength of hers. She enjoys her ability to do things for herself and will stick up for herself whenever she can with a harshness.
The typically fiery red head doesn't apply to her. In actual fact she is a beautifully kind person with a heavy bagage left upon her shoulders pushing her mood down. If lifted she would be a beauifully happy person, with a grin always on her face and an optomistic view on life however since she was 15 she's never returned to that self. The anger she's bottled up inside herself is half hearted and she really hates being angry around others, therefore she takes it out on herself with her self confidence and crying most nights. Sometimes she feels like she's falling apart quite literally, like her chest is ripping itself up without consent from sorrow and grief. It's like a sob story watching her like she is.
There are days however when she perks up enough to act seemingly normal, walk around with her head held high and an alertness about her. She seems however still distant and quite drawn back away from reality as if she's off somewhere else in her head. Typically the wrong view. Infact she's just trying not to die again and she tries hard on these days to make the best of it and enjoy herself to the most she can. With that said enjoyment come sin the form of walking around, eating meeting someone perhaps and then looking at her instruments thinking if she should pick them up ever again. If she did she would look a different person, free and unchained from the sorrowful wraught iron hold yet she tests herself. Taunts herself not to play them ever.
{ i`m trying to let you hear me as i am.
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your name, Deven
experience, Um A lot?
example,
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reinelle;;
i've lost the only love worth fighting for
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For one moment in her life Reinelle was actually enjoying not being stuck inside looking after some toddler, who was determined to kill himself. She's chucked on her black skinny jeans, a white polo shirt and a yellow velvet zip up the front hoodie with gold pumps and a matching coloured eyeshadow. She'd actually had time to have a shower and dry her hair and straighten the waves out before stepping into the mini and driving off wherever she could. Actually she'd not meant to step into the library at all she didn't really have the eye for books although when she was in the mood she could devour three good sized books in a day if left alone for a long time in a comfortable possition. Her mood today wasn't in the eye for a good tale at all. She needed some information for some random idea she'd gotten one day when she was ice skating and wanted to check out if the library had a good selection of books about the sport. If not she'd give up on her quest and probably go and ride her horse or something quite solitary.
It wasn't like she didn't have any friends now she'd been here for a while. Actually she had probably one of the best friends she'd ever had and the difference in her was tremendous. So different in fact that her mother thought there was something wrong with her the fact a smile was on her face. The truth was she hadn't thought about Jordan for a good week now and it was doing her the world of good to just escape from the constant mistake on both her part and Jordans part. Maybe she blamed herself more than she should and perhaps the boy hadn't even been shocked by her leaving without telling him. He probably didn't care at all. Pulling a hand through her hair and letting the large black and bee stripe yellow beads cool her left temple she stepped through the doors and onto the darpet of the library. She looked at the desk before deciding asking wasn't what she was going to do. Searching was much more fun. Taking a joining form from the counter she looked for a sign to follow.
After spending about ten minuets on the floor with around 7 books at her feet and on open on her lap, heavy black eyeliner framed eyes downcast at the page with two skaters on the page. They weren't in the small outfits that most were in and it was obvious they weren't in any compotitions as their tracksuites and shorts weren't entirely appropriate. They however still looked beautifully glamourous with hair that was put back and seemed not to move. Staring at the picture Elle could almost imagine the action of the lift as if she was watching it and then the landing, followed by a triple lutz by both in a synchronised fashion. Her thumb rest over the corner of the picture and her other finger brushed it, admiring the elegance before tearing herself away from it otherwise she'd seem to be quite obsessive yet it was the sheer beauty of the sport, the way people balanced on the blades and preformed beautiful routines which made her so attached to it.
Her fingernails were painted black for the simple reason that she usually wore black in her clothes and it was easier to just re-do one colour unless she knew exactly how she was going to look the next day. They were a stark contrast to the snowy white page she'd just turned over. A rusty smile fell onto her lips and she gently read through the continued informative tale of those two extremely beautiful Russian skaters. The picture on this was of the red haired girl being thrown and taken just before she landed yet she was already skating before she'd hit the ice again and looked exactly like her partner yet highly more amazing. Before finnishing the reading Reinelle shut the black covered book and ran her fingers down the broken spine. Looking around her feet she shook her head lightly and lifted up the book that was closest to her on the floor. She didn't iopen it to read however yet placed it neatly inline with those on the shelf already.
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