ALDERIDGE, LORENA ANNE

[loralderidge]

lorena anne alderidge

character basics
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR

FULL NAME , Lorena Anne Alderidge
NICKNAMES , Lor, that bitch and the list goes on…
AGE , twenty four years old
BIRTHDAY , April 17th 1987
SEXUALITY , Heterosexual
GRADE , if applicable
OCCUPATION , Publicist/ Socialite
MEMBER GROUP , please see membergroup thread

hello, my name is Bru. i am seventeen years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through CAUTION 2.0. so, here's an example of my average post:

“Don’t worry, he’s gonna fall for it.” said a slender blonde as she carefully folded a ruffled taffeta blouse and placed it gently inside the suitcase lying on her bed. “You know as well as anyone I’m the best at spinning stories, besides…” she took a short pause and picked up a portrait of herself dressed in a beautiful wedding gown probably by Vera Wang standing next to a handsome man. “I’ve been through living hell because of him, it’s only fair I make him and his whore pay.” her fingers clutched around the portrait, if the elegant frame hadn’t been made of metal it would have probably cracked. The plan she had in mind was one with good and bad outcome, she would indeed put the man that was in some ways responsible for her loosing something that would have changed her life, in a good way through the same pain she had been. But at the same time she would scratch back open old wounds that were still in their healing process, thanks to the miracle wonders of antidepressants. “I’ll call you when I get there. I love you.” with that she hung up, silence surrounded her, that place was indeed the only place she had her peace, but was also the place the ghosts of her past and the haunting of what could have been tortured her. Zipping her suitcase, Lorena Alderidge wheeled it out of the room and walked to a much smaller room right in front of her master bedroom. Leaving the suitcase on her right side, she reached out to the white doorknob and twisted it. The door in front of her opened, allowing the mixed scent of dust and baby powder to rise up to Lorena’s nostrils. The room was rather big, despite its’ thin door. The walls were painted in a light tone of blue, a wooden crib could be seen on the other side of the room next to an arched window, on which soft blue colored curtains hung from . Mournful tears drowned her green eyes.

Holding back the tears, Lorena entered the room, the tomb she kept inside her home. Taking one long and perhaps last look around the place where she thought would have been her only happy place, she felt even more determined to get her vengeance on the two people that ended her biggest dream before she even had the chance to share it with anyone. Walking slowly towards the crib while clutching on a soft teddy bear she had picked up on the chair next to the door, a painful memory creped its way back into her mind.
She was walking out of a building in tears after being pointed and laughed at during a party that was supposed to take her mind off thing. The socialites she once dared to call friends found it incredibly funny the fact that Lorena had being cheated on for three years without suspecting a thing. To make things better, rain was falling down on her carefully put together outfit. Not really caring about who was looking at her, Lorena attempted to cross the street still in tears. Before she could wipe the tears off her eyes, a bright light took her sight away for a few seconds, a few fatal seconds.
Shaking her head and running her hand through her blond hair Lorena dragged her conscience back to the present. She was now looking down on an empty crib. “I’ll make them pay. They took you from me and I’ll make them pay.” tears rolled down her eyes as she placed the teddy bear on the crib, turning around Lorena walked towards, ready to start setting her plan in motion, ready to put her ex husband and his new spouse through the same kind of pain she had been through for the past three years.

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