Chaffee, Jacqueline

[Jacqueline Chaffee]

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" I’ll cook you up some lobster bisque
I wanna smoke you like a fish
You smell like kelp I think it’s hot
I’m gonna stick you in my pot
It’s true you are my fish fillet
I’ll fry you up with some frisee"~ Vermillion Lies, Circus Fish


the preliminaries,[/size]
INTRODUCING: JACQUELINE CHAFFEE[/center]

"Hi, I'm Jacqueline Chaffee but most people just call me Jacquette,Jaqui.

[/color] I've been on this earth since 1987[/b], so that makes me 23[/color]. I'm a LOCAL[/color] but I was born in Paris. . In case you were wondering, I'm single and bisexual . I know what you're thinking, am I PB, right? No, but I'm much more amazing.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

free-styling,

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EXCERPTS AND TIDBITS FROM THE LIFE&TIMES OF JACQUELINE CHAFFEE [/center]

Jacqueline Chaffee is a very sassy young woman who thoroughly enjoys the simpler things in life. At 23 years old, she has taken up photography as more than just a hobby and is struggling to keep a job. It is known she has quite a habit with smoking and more illegal substances. Her personality is laid back but she is determined to stick to her goals in life, even the more ridiculous ones.

Shopping List:
-Cigarettes
-Bread
-Film
-Alcohol
-Candy?

Camera of Choice: Polaroid

Purse contents:
-Cigarettes
-Lighter attached to lighter leash
-Extra film for camera
-Money
-"cigarette" rolling papers
-Flashlight
-MP3 player

history,

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History Timeline:

Born in Paris in 1987, Jacqueline moved to Cordes-Sur-Ciel when she was ten years old, forced to leave Paris due to the sudden death of her father. Which, subsequently, left this world with a small fortune behind him. Living with her grandmother and mother from that day forward, Jacqueline became an independent personality, perfectly comfortable with looking after herself.Never quite knowing her father as much as she would have liked to, this developed into a sort of issue in her life growing up.

~At 15, a young teenager, Jacqui became more involved with the more mischievous people in the town, others her age and some slightly older than herself. This lead to drug usage, perhaps stealing here and there and most of all smoking, which is a habit she has yet to kick.

~It was at 18 that she decided to move back to Paris, to attend a better college. She did not have many arguments with returning to Paris but soon after her graduation and during part of her senior year she found herself in an extremely high-paying job as a fashion and fetish photographer. The job ultimately ended in 2009, due to personal issues with the company she had been working for. With this, Jacqueline found herself moving back to Cordes-Sur-Ciel with perhaps a hope that she would return to find something more in her life. She is currently in a depressive state, the ruin of her uprising career weighing heavily on her shoulders. With a percentage of the money her father left behind, and the left overs of a high-salary job for only two years, she currently lives in the house her grandmother left Jacqui in her will.

(This is a rough outline, obviously and will be granted more specific details in the near future)

the sample,

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The taste of stale smoke lingered on her tongue as she exhaled, swirls wafted through the air, above her head. The cigarette between her fingers had been inhaled to its last length, the bright embers nearly falling off of the filter. At the notice of this, the cigarette was quickly disposed of. The same fingers reached out for the pack next to the various empty glasses. Another was placed between her lips and lit. Deep breath, eyes closed, the room was spinning. As she opened her eyes she looked towards the bartender. “Another round,” the redhead managed the spurt out, smoke releasing from his lungs as she did. She was more than aware of the fact she was already terribly drunk, but was sort of having fun seeing how much she could put down in one night. Her red locked fell into blue eyes as she shifted her weight in the seat.
Her posture was beginning to be terrible, slumped over in the stool on the dark wooden bar, one hand on her face the other holding the cigarette. Patiently, she waited for her drink, vaguely noticing a figure approaching her from the side. She turned and looked up, the young woman’s face red from drinking and her eyes glazed over, her eyes were questioning. Eyes met with a young male, he was smiling but Jacqueline’s face was quizzical. “Maybe I could buy you the next round?” the other questioned, a smiled plastered on his face. The red head let out uncontrollable laughter. “Oui, I would like that,” She couldn’t possibly pass down the chance to lessen her tab. She told the male what she was drinking and he ordered another round. However, that was all she was interested in and the male soon retreated back to his own table seeming quite offended. Jaqui spun around slowly in her barstool, surveying the bar for anything of relative interest to her. As she made a 360, he turned to the bar to find a new drink in front of her. Jacqueline, with a smile on her face, took a drag from her cigarette, picked the glass up, downing the dark amber liquid and let out the smoke after swallowing. She made a slightly unpleasant face.“Still got it.”
The young woman toyed lightly with the Polaroid camera sitting next to her at the bar, if she had noticed anyone particularly interesting she would be sure not to miss the chance. Though her camera was old it didn’t seem to matter much to her, it was the passion behind the art that drove her. However, she was not looking for subjects at this moment but rather something more intriguing. Jacqueline was desperate for something, someone that was more interesting than this bar.

about the author,

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SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? [/center]

Hi everyone, I'm Miki and I'm 20

[/color]. I've been roleplaying for 10[/color] years now (but have not been seriously role playing in two years) and I stumbled upon this site on a bored routine scan of Neopets.[/b]. I hail from Jersey. [/color]. If need be, you can contact me by my e-mail [e-mail][/color]. My other characters are too many to count.[/color] and I like pretty things, vodka.[/color]
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[oliver luke wolf]

accepted!

CONGRATULATIONS, MIKI. YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN ACCEPTED! YOU'RE NOW ALOWED TO ROAM THE STREETS OF CORDS-SUR-CIEL. PLEASE MAKE SURE TO POST IN THE NECESSARY CLAIMS, AND LASTLY, HAVE FUN!

I'm accepting you, but please jot down the name of your play-by sometime soon. I don't feel I should hold you back just for that since the rest was fine.
Thaaanks, Siena.

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