Renee Searlait Beonit

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Renee Searlait Beonit

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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Renee Searlait Beonit
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Nee
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Avignon, France
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
French
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
March 13, 19XX
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
16
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Agnostic
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Heterosexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Drug dealing and theft
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Three and a half years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Morgane Dubled

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
Reading
Fashion
Boys
Parties
Rings
Spiders
Snakes
Tattoos
Eating out
Pasta
Pizza
Cola
Techno Music
Opera
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
Cops
Authority
Smart-butts
Preppy pretty girls
Jocks
Country music
Sissy boys
Bugs that fly
Roaches
Rats
Pork
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
]Being alone
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
Doctorate in Psychology or Modeling
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
Short temper, bad sense of humor. One scar on the back of left thigh, one scar on back and one behind right just across the top of the neck.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
Broad shoulder, firm chest, rough hands, bad boys
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
Soft hands, short guys, scrawny boys or jocks
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
Best memory would be the day that we migrated to the US. My mother had never been happier to arrive someplace and the house my father had bought for us was amazing. I remember thinking that it was so much prettier than the home I had grown up in in France. I was only seven at the time, but to me it was the world. I remember my little brother running the halls, and feeling welcomed by the neighbors. It was as though we truly belonged and the only time I ever truly felt like I fit in.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
Worst memory would be the day that my father died. It was no murder or anything fancy like that, just a heart attack that took him just as suddenly as any bullet could have. I remember being in school when my name rang out over the intercom. I went to the office to see my Mother along with my Father’s business partner standing there. The pain and grief in my mother’s eyes is something I will never forget and instantly I knew he was gone.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Nothing very remarkable to say about myself. I am a girl who migrated to the US when I was seven. Until the age of 15 I was a good kid who got fairly decent grades in school. I wouldnt say I was a straight A student but I didnt fail, all the time. It wasnt until a year ago when my Father was taken from me that I started getting into trouble.

I started drinking more and using drugs. I started hanging with all the wrong people and getting into trouble. My attitude changed to. I used to be a very loving girl, but once my heart was shattered I became very cold and mistrusting of the world and those in it. I used just as much as I was used and I did so without any regret or remorse.

I do not take stupidity well, it irritates me as do preppy pretty boys and their supermodel girlfriends. I have a bad habit of speaking my mind and getting myself into trouble when I know better than to do something. Most of the time it is just some attempt to rebel against authority but sometimes it is just my own stupidity. If you can somehow manage to get to my good side, I can be a complete opposite of what I appear to be on the outside, but sometimes getting there takes more effort that most are willing to put forth.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
Anne Marie Benoit, 42, housekeeper
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Chaton Benoit, deceased at the age of 41
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
One, he is 15
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?

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None
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
I was born in France to two very loving parents. My Father worked in a small business and my Mother had given up her job as a house maid to stay home and tend to me. My young childhood was nothing remarkable, just the average life of any little girl. I went to school, had friend and enjoyed all the things most girls my age did. I never really caused much trouble in those years but always I remember hearing stories of America and the freedoms that were possessed there. It was my Mother‘s dream to move there and my Father‘s vow to get her there. So, when I was seven, he made a deal with a business in the United States and they packed us up and moved there.

The first years were awkward, trying to get used to the way people spoke and behaved. Fitting in in school was not the easiest thing in the world, but somehow I managed. My Father on the other hand seemed to take right to the ways and customs of the country so much so that he worked his way up to partner of the small textile company he worked for.

I loved him very much, I was always his precieux petite fille and he spoiled me even when we sometimes did not have the money. Yet everything changed for me the day that I found out about his death. Tears of pain had spilled down my face only to leave my heart cold and lifeless. I began to rebel against my Mother. Leaving my younger brother to clean up my messes. Going out at night, parties, boys, drugs. You name it and I possibly did it at some point or another.

It was during this time that I began dating a boy by the name of Trevor Douglas. He was a handsome sort, just the type of bad boy that got my blood flowing. A drug dealer by trade he only went to school in order to gain more clientele. I loved him for it and for his attitude toward the world. But it was he who betrayed me. There had been a fight, another girl I had caught him with at a party. I fought her until she could not stand any longer and then when the cops came, it was Trevor who left me holding his backpack with enough drugs to get me convicted of selling. Sure, I had dabbled in it here and there, but the charges were faux and I did not get the punishment I truly deserved. [/size].

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!

NAME/ALIAS
Jynnifer
AGE
19
GENDER
Female
EXPERIENCE
5
CONTACT INFO
[e-mail]
[e-mail]
[e-mail]
TIME ZONE
Central
RULE PHRASE
Sanspro [/size]

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @
caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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