Just some more girls for my roleplay...
do my challenge: http://www.polyvore.com/kirsties_set_challenge/set?id=19452026
hack me: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1302667
Gaby “Nightmare” Finchϟ
A Mad Hatter of sorts, Gaby considers weird to be completely and utterly in every way normal. Every single stare, every time someone’s eyes widen when they see Gaby walking through the halls adds to her already limitless supply of confidence. As strange as it may be, every time Emily Parsons personally comments on Gaby’s insane “attention seeking” style, Gaby kicks the crazy up another notch. Because even when you’re talking about how strange and far out Gaby is, you’re still talking about her. Gaby Nightmare Finch is a giant thorn in Emily Parson’s side. As the official Queen of Gossip, Emily has tried relentlessly to grind Gaby’s self-esteem to a pulp, though, she has never been able to. Besides singing with her band, Gaby’s favorite thing to do is to make one-of-a-kind, whimsical accessories. Some of her best include a teacup headband, impossible-to-see-from studded lens sunglasses, and a red lace mental patient headwrap. Gaby will always do whatever suits her fancy, and will give herself no limits when it comes to messing with the teachers, and doing “bad” things.
Never without: false eyelashes.
Dating: Single, but that could change.
Quote: “You’re just as sane as I am.”
It's not true what they say. You can, in fact, judge a book by it's cover. The cover a book reflects directly upon the insides, you like the cover, you'll love the book. I am, by far, the weirdest book you'll ever read. You can't even begin to prepare for what I bring to the table.
I just don't give a f.ck about all that petty bullsh.t they call life. I'm not interested in who's f.cking who behind the bleacher. Maybe it's just me, but aren't we supposed to be "grown-ups".
I walk through the halls of that school and people know not to f.ck with me. They know that I have no limits, no boundaries. There is no voice in my head telling me when enough is enoug. It's just me, just who I am.
Take it or leave it.
The only person who could even begin to possibly understand anything about me is Isabella. I just can't get enough of that chick. I mean, her last name is Lestrange, how much more bad .ss can you get.
If I've learned one this in my seventeen years on this beautiful planet it's that, if you don't grab life by the balls and squeeze until you get what you want, then it'll all just pass you by.
I'm not gonna get passed by. I'm gonna show this world what I'm made of.