LPP tryout.

So, So, Poly hasn’t been too interesting lately, so I found LPP and it looked like fuuun. I read into it and all of the characters, and the more I did the more I wanted a part :)
I hope I’m good enough to meet your standards girls! Well, here goes.
 
Name: Debby
Age: 19
Place of Birth: New York, USA
Hobbies: Partying, drinking, playing mind games
Look-alike: Taylor Momsen
 
Bio: Petite, fierce and possibly the wildest party animal sent to La Paris Prep. A rebellious outrage, words courtesy of her last headteacher in America, she is ultimately known for pouncing on clubs like a pair of limited edition Louboutins. Yes, she may leave an innocent first impression– she’s far from it. This is a bad bad bad girl with an attitude, not at all afraid to voice her opinions. Debs has the looks, the determination and the potential to succeed, but if she isn’t at the centre of the slightly illegal activities she gets up to, she’ll be zonked out. Sleeping off the hangover, laying with the hangers-on
and recharging her toxic batteries for more hanging out.
 
Ok, story time children!! :)
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(10pm, busy nightclub, heavy dubstep playing)
 
Debby felt a tingly vibration at her hip and fished out the Blackberry from her dress pocket. She peered at the already small screen, and read the words which also seemed to be shrinking.
 
*4 MISSED CALLS/ 1 INCOMING*
 
She rolled her eyes and received the call.
“Debby, Debby are you okay? Its your mum, Debby” a panicked voice gushed through the phone.
“Hi mum. Whassup?” Debby replied calmly, longingly staring at the bottle of Absolut and packet of cigarettes on the counter.
“Oh Debby, me and your dad have been so worried, are you okay? Where are you, love?”
“Mum, I’m great. France is treating me well, lovely vodka either way. Why are you in such a fluster? I’m fine, like I said.”
 
The bottle was teasing her, the cigarettes teased her. They WANTED to be consumed.
 
The music was getting louder, so debby clutched her phone into her ear, which hurt. Debbys mum- well she couldn’t be heard at all.
Why waste the time? The battery? The credit?
Debby ended the call, and lit a cigarette. After a long drag, she swivelled around on her stool. Time to mingle.
 
A guy with jet black hair and eyebrow stud walked past, so she flung herself onto his arm.
“Hey, gorgeous!” Debby smiled, and looked at him from beneath her heavily coated lashes.
 
They raced eachother at shots, and with burnt throats, held hands dancing to a remixed Goldfrapp tune.
He snaked his arms around her miniscule waist and pulled Debby closer to him.
She rested her head onto his chest. Louis Vuitton’s latest cologne? Very unique, most boy’s sense of smell only extends as far as Lynx.
 
She inhaled the fumes again, but quickly jerked away.
 
“This isn’t what I want. A crappy little fling… I know how it works. You’ll lure me in, purely with that lush smell of yours, we’ll both get stoned and head back to my place. You’d take advantage of my bed, but be gone by morning. No, thanks.” Debby said angrily.
 
He looked deflated, but she couldn’t stop herself.
 
“You’ll just take advantage of me. This was fun, but I live for the moment not the memory.” She looked at him, and his disappointed face. After a pause, she patted him on the head and went to get her belongings from the bar.
 
She lit a cigarette and made her way out of the club. A fag in one hand, bottle of Absolut in the other, she made eye contact with the guy and shouted “The moment, not the memory.”
 
Debby smiled at the barman and called for a taxi, while taking swigs from the bottle. “Moment, not the memory.” She sighed to herself and closed her big heay eyelids.
 
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Hope it was okay, xx