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COLLINS, holy renee Mar 6, 2012 2:30:00 GMT -5

Post by holly renee collins on Mar 6, 2012 2:30:00 GMT -5

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holly renee collins.

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PERSONALITY...
As tough as life has been on this little girl here, she's always come out of it with her head held high and her morals intact. Regardless of the situation you will rarely hear miss holly so much as utter a single dirty word or even derogative phrase. She's an aspiring clothing designer, but never the less she's always been sweet as sin. She never made that leap on the social ladder that she wished she had, but instead she gained a new respect for being on the ground.

In Holly's mind, everythign happens for a reason regardless of how twisted that event is. For instance, her mother putting her up for adoption at birth happened so she could find a new family. She found that new family so she learned to stand on her own two feet and she left that family so she could learn that living on the streets is hard ass work. Holly lives life to the fullest in the most innocent of ways, she doesn't drink or do much in that sense, but her life evolves around dreams and the idea of love.

See, Holly has this obscene need not only to believe in love, but in fairytales and making dreams come true. She lives on the streets for one main reason, instead of working a job that would make her money Holly designed clothing. Growing up it had been her hobby, now she sells to keep herself alive. She, however, believes a little too much in chivalry and that one magical moment when a man pays more attention to you than the xbox. Its rather uncanny that she thinks like that, but she does.

As stated above, Holly beleives a little too much on true love. She believes in things as ridiculous as love at first site and taking chances, living on the edge of whimiscal so she could meet her prince. But at the same time, she'd rather a down to earth boy who completely paid attention to the petite details. She'd rather a guy show up to pick her up in dress pants then jeans that rest around his ankels, she'd rather go to dinner then go get laid. She'd rather her first kiss under the moonlight as opposed to under the roof of her home watching superbowl. She has all these unrealistic aspirations that are bound to bite her in the ass.

APPEARANCE...
blue eyes. white, 5"0, 110lbs, hipster-esque, n/a,heart on her left hip, none.

HISTORY...
his here is Holly Renee Collins, born in a short labour that none of the doctors even remember happening. To be honest, no one really remembers young holly, she wasn't much different than holly is now. hyper, shy, outgoing to certain people, and a complete dreamer. At the young age of sixteen, Holly's mother decided she wasn't ready to be just that. So instead of holding her or passing her onto a family member, She was given to the government and housed in an orphanage. This orphanage happened to be one of the least recognized ones, it just barely made it up to code and almost always had some kind of issue with staff or the building itself.

Holly wasn't long there, though. a seemingly nice family adopted her when she was five, allowing her time to adjust to the new lifestyle. It was kind of strange, washing floors, doing dishes, everythign that a maid would do only ten times more thorough. That had always been her job and as long as she listened to what she was told and scrubbed. She didn't mind the abuse either, at least she didn't think she did. day after day she enfured insane amount of regretful abuse. She wanted so badly to turn her adoptive family in, but something inside her kept her from doing so. Maybe it was the bulge in her mothers stomach, or the pleading nher eyes, but something convinced miss holly just to up and leave.

And here we are today. Holly it attempting to design clothing, she lives out of one bag which contain all the essentials, as wella s her sewing kit. She loved making a living with these things, for the most part she kept her things in the school and made sure everything was taken care of when she wasn't there .

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Despite all this, Juliet remained a nice girl. She rarely told secrets, though people respected her enough to tell them to her. She had all the leverage she needed to completely destroy almost every girl on her team...and that was probably why she was so popular. Because she could make or break just about as many girls as she wanted to. But she didn't. Juliet sat back, watching the girls for a moment as they did one of the routines. Obviously, because Julie was watching, they couldn't do it full out. But they could do enough that Juliet could figure out what they needed to add. She checked her watch after a few seconds of thinking, and frowned. "Hey girls? We'll have to come back to this tomorrow" she started. Practice was nearly over, and she needed to get home to make supper. "Lets run through the first routine once more, then we'll break." she decided aloud, moving into position.

She counted down and then the team began the routine. It was a second language to most of them. While the team definitley had a weak link, none of them were terrible. Everyone belonged there. She was proud of her girls, and they all knew that. The routine wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy. They knew it like the back of their hands and often only did it to impress the football team as they broke to go home as well. All the girls, the tumblers, the flyers and the base's, worked their hardest. Their cheering was loud, the music was exciting, and their movements were fluid and strong.

When everything was said and done, Julie waved to the girls. "Same time next week. We've got to be ready for the game." she stated, her voice bubbly as usual. She turned her back and began to pack their things up. She gathered the stereo and the misfit pom poms and started towards the field. There, she spotted Mr. King himself. "Bren!" she called, grinning some. Julie sort of liked Brenden. He was muscled and cute...and while he wasn't the smartest person she'd ever met, he certainly wasn't the stupidest either. "How was practice? she asked softly once she'd caught up to him. Her blue eyes sparkled curiously, she wanted to make conversation. Spending time with Brenden was probably the most fun she had in the run of a day. "Hey, im making supper tonight if you wanna come over for a bit"

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