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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] FLUERETTE C. ROCHEFORT HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME FLEUR AND I'M CURRENTLY TWENTY YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE SHUTTERBUGS AND THEY SAY I LIKE ORIENTATION HERE.. ------------------------------------------------- "well hello there! how are you doing today?" The blonde grins, grabbing the bottom of her braid and playing with the teased end. She's just so happy to be here, in America. She's living the dream, right? She's got a job, earning a living, and someone is actually being polite to her. "Why, hello! Before we begin, I'd like to apologize for any mistakes in my English. French is my first language, but I have been learning this one since I was very little. Thank you for being so.. understanding. De toute façon, I am having a nice day today. I'm happy because I finally got hired with a magazine. It isn't exactly the most.. classy place to work, but it is a job, and I need money. So nice of you to ask. Merci." She ends the rambling with a thank you, for no one has yet to be so polite to her. "that's always good. tell us, how did you end up in LA?" Fleur's brown eyes sparkle, and she pauses a moment to think. "This is stupid, I guess you could say, because I only lived in Canada.. but I always longed to live in America. I'd see Los Angeles on the television, and all I could think I wanted to go there. I wanted to.. vivre le rêve! Oui?" she smiles fondly, thinking of the country. "So, when I turned nineteen, I moved not too far from here. After a while, I moved to Los Angeles, and I have to say.. I love it here. I love this country. It is very nice, very nice." The young woman smiles, making sure to pause frequently so that she knows people are following along. She knows her English is a little choppy, and she knows it's the polite thing to do, knows it'd be better to be understood and speak a little slowly than speak quickly and not be clear. "i see. what was your childhood like?" Suddenly, the sparkling brown eyes go cold, like a wall has gone up. "I do not like speaking of my past." the girl says quietly, avoiding eye contact by staring at her lap, at the leapord print skirt that is tight on her shapely legs. "I do not have much of a family, and much of my past brings me pain because the present has a gloomy outlook in that respect. Ma mère, my mother, she died when I was very young. I was seven, and I do not remember her much. It makes me sad, because I wish I could have known her better.. but there is nothing I can do about it. After she died, Papa was not happy. He drank, a-and he hit mon frère and I. My brother, his name is Beau.. He is not like the other males in our family." Fleur pauses, chewing her lower lip. "He doesn't like the sex with girls. He likes to be involved with other boys, a-and... Papa says that's wrong. I was always taught that that was wrong. I can not change anyone.. but I worry about them. I don't want my brother, I don't want anybody, to go to Hell for who they love.. but Papa did not care about if boys loved boys or if they just want the sex.. he just instructed me to look down on Beau for it. I did not get hit with the belt when I did what Papa said." The blonde has tears in her eyes, and she wipes them away with a sigh. "I haven't seen my brother since I was small, a little girl, still thirteen. He left me alone with Papa. Papa never was happy like he was when Mama was around. Beau left me - and I deserved it for being a bad sister - but every time Papa got sad or angry or had too much to drink.. I was the only person around for him to take it out on. A-and I still dream bad because of what he did to me. B-but I am happy to be in America, now. Let's not stay on this subject any longer." "what are your goals while in LA?" "I want to be a journalist." Fleur says, glad to be moving on. "I report for the Enquierorer?" she pauses, giggling. "I said my English was poor. But I read the magazines like Seventeen and People and In Style - they're similar, but the other ones are a bit higher up on what you want to read scale, oui? So, I'd like to be employed there. A-also, this is a big secret, but I think I may want to be with American boy." She blushes. "Papa told me that God approves of relationships, but he'd rather you abstain entirely. I always told myself that I did not need a relationship, oui? That I could be alone and have my friends and my job and that is all - that I was not attracted to anyone, male or female.. but I think I may want to date a boy.. maybe even marry one one day.. but you can not tell anyone." "what are your favorite hobbies?" Fleur ponders this a moment. What all could she list. "Well, I do not like to waste time, so I shall jump to the point. I love to write, and I love to dance. I love to read romance novels and watch American tv and learn about how to do my hair and makeup and make myself pretty." she giggles again. "I like to flirt.. shh... and I like to make new friends, oui? Who doesn't. I also love to learn. I am always working on improving my English. Something no one would suspect, though, is that I love to box kick - oh, um... kickbox. Is that how you say? Oui? Oui. I like it. It makes me feel less like Papa's helpless little Princess. That is what he'd call me, Princess. Oui, after he backhanded me so hard I saw stars." her tone is bitter for a split second, but then she smiles in a way that is supposed to make people think she is perfectly fine. She has it down to an art. "what have you chosen as a career?" Fleur grins. "Journalist. I have a job at the magazine or paper whose name I can not pronounce." she ends it there, as she has mentioned her job more than once, and can not fathom on how to clarify any further, other than - "I will write articles. Coworker called them 'gossip'. I am prepared." She nods. "anything you'd like to say?" "Even in times of doubt, there is one thing I always say. It is an old french saying. You don't speak french? No? Well, I promise, it is profound. Je l'aime dans le cul. Trust me. You'll feel so better after telling any frenchman that. He'll understand you, and find you to be a very thoughtful person." Fleur giggled and winked, then stood, taking her exit with a certain sway of her hips that gave off a hint that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't entirely the innocent Christian girl she was raised to be.

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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED GRACIE AND SITS AT SIXTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE CENTRAL TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO PIXIE LOTT, DON'T YOU THINK?

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