LOVING ME IS LIKE CHEWING ON PEARLS

[NAPOLEON FLEUR BLUTH]

WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT

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napoleon fleur bluth

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"what an unlovely way to say you care"
"now we're too far gone for me to save"

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WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION

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NAME: Napoleon Fleur Bluth
NICKNAME: nappy, leo.
GENDER: female
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: nineteen, july 17th.
SEXUALITY: hetrosexual.
STATUS: single, always has been.
RELIGION: christian.
YEAR: sophomore
MAJOR: ornithology
PB: hannah havoc

KICK DRUM BEAT IN MY CHEST AGAIN
WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN

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NAPOLEON LIKES:
animals, especially chickens and birds in general, sugar, orange pop, television, movies, tacky old movies you can catch on tv at ludicrous hours, socializing, five finger discount, puppies, the color purple, summer, parties, booze, oh booze, shiny reflective objects I can check myself out in
NAPOLEON DISLIKES:
old people, little kids, people who think they can get discounts on the shirts, loud noises, complete silence, getting caught, cats, they eat birds, people butchering my first name, how people spell my name, my name in general, the beatles, half of the bands on this tour, country music, comb overs, liars, vomit
PERSONALITY:
HAPPY HOLLY.
Napoleon’s a good girl, really she is. She tries her best to be all she can for everyone she meets. She’s got quite a mouth on her, and likes to talk talk talk. Anyone who asks her for help will probably get more than they bargained for. She just likes talking to other people. It’s why she has the job she does. It lets her talk to the fans of the bands, make friends in new places, and just talk. But seriously, she likes her own voice. She never lost her touch of her French accent, and if you listen hard enough, you can hear it bleed through. All Napoleon wants to really do is see people happy. She’s a naturally happy person herself, and that can annoy people. She’s a big bubbly of cheer and sweetness. Some people can’t actually stomach her continuous pleased mood. But because she’s so happy, she likes to cheer other people up. if you’re depressed or blue, or just need a hug, she’ll be there for you, to listen and maybe pet your hair while you cry. Her philosophy is that everyone deserves to be happy, so it’s her job to make that happen. Punch her in the face, why don’t you.

CRIMINAL
She tries to keep it hush hush, since it’s an embarrassing fact. She’s a kleptomaniac. Which means she steals. A lot. She can’t control it sometimes. Once she went on a date with a guy she really liked, and she didn’t even notice it until when she went to hold his hand, but she’s swiped the salt and pepper shakers. He never called her back. She doesn’t steal because she needs it, because she wants it. It’s never anything she really needs. It’s just things that look nice, and she feels drawn too. She has one too many little shiny objects cluttering around in her purse. Sometimes she keeps all the things. Other times she gives them away to people. But mostly, she throws them away after a while. Everyone assumes she’s a pack rat, but she’s the furthest from it. She’s a very neat girl, and doesn’t like mess. She just accumulates too much, and she needs to get rid of some. Part of the reason she steals is because from the age of five to thirteen, they could never really afford anything, so she used to go out to the local street merchants, and nick breads and cheeses. Her grandma never stopped it, and it turned into a habit, and soon, and addiction. She’s only gotten caught a few times, but got let off with a warning each time. She knows it’s a bad thing to do, and she’s ashamed of it, but you can see her in wal-mart the next week, pushing shampoo into her bag, and pretending to be looking for her wallet. She’s not poor, she can afford these things, but she can’t stop. She sometimes takes thing from her friend’s homes, but she gives it back after a while.

SMARTY PANTS.
Napoleon would consider herself smart. In school, she skipped two grades, and was two years younger than everyone. It was kind of difficult when in middle school, since everyone thought she was weird and different, and she didn’t make a lot of friends. In high school, she sat with the other nerdy kids, and lived by that schedule. Go to school, learn, eat quietly, go learn more, go to band, go home, do homework, sleep, repeat cycle. She was never what people would call cool, because she couldn’t come out of her shell. She was too traumatized because she was a freshman at the age of 12. Every other girl was somewhat developed, and Napoleon could have still been in a training bra for what it counted. She was a late bloomer, and it was almost mortifying when it came to talking to boys. She stuck to talking to the smart boys in her classes, and doing work with them. She never looked at guys as anything much more than study partners. And the girls were just worse. Where she lived, it was a dog eat dog world. So she was on the bottom rung of the ladder. So she stayed in the shadows of academic achievement, and out of the prissy girl’s way.

SECRETIVE.
Napoleon doesn’t like to spread gossip. She thinks it’s just another way to get people in trouble, and start trouble. So if you want a secret kept, she’s your girl. She’s tight lipped, and won’t talk. She won’t sell anyone out, even for a bribe. She has her pride, and keeps her word to keeping your secret. This partly comes from while in high school, she never had any drama in her own little group. So while in the cafeteria at lunch, she would listen to what the girls around her at the other tables were talking about. Stephen cheated on Valerie with Cindy, and she gave him the clap. Eric likes Sarah, but she likes his best friend. Julia got so drunk this weekend that she took too much shrooms, and passed out in a field. No one helped her, they all ran away, except for two people who called 911 for her. Napoleon listened, but never repeated the words she heard. It kind of gives her a job, having a secret. Sitting on it, and when people ask about it, she tells them she doesn’t know. It’s her little secret, and she’ll keep it to herself.

WEIRD
Napoleon’s what you could call peculiar. Growing up, her best friends were homeless people on the streets Las Vegas. They had a deal. They would tell her stories, and she would bring them food, and blankets. She just liked the company. She talks to birds, and you can find her parks, feeding them, and cooing at them. The girl is obsessed with birds. She just loves the winged creatures a bit too much. First impressions are everything, and hers are often, if not always, terrible. She comes off like she’s on Prozac, and always smiling. The first thing to come out of her mouth is often odd, like “do you think that when you kill a bug, all the other bugs feel it?” she likes to sing and dance, which is what she does when she doesn’t have anything do it. She doesn’t have a great singing voice, either, and can’t remember the lyrics. She likes hugs, and gives them to everyone and everybody. Napoleon gives people strange nick names, like “pet” or “Bert”. She’s just herself, and she’s okay with it.

SEXUALLY SHY.
Napoleon is a virgin, and hasn’t really every kissed anyone. Okay, she kissed a guy once, and it was terrible. She had excess saliva, and he cut her lip with his braces. She kissed a girl once while drunk, but she can’t remember much of it. Despite her partying side, she’s never slept with anyone. Not because she feels you should wait until marriage, she’s just never done it. She was a nerd in high school, so it never happened then. And she’s never had a boyfriend, so that hasn’t happened. She’s never had a one night stand. She tried once, but she just broke down crying, and told the boy all of her problems she was having, and he just awkwardly held her, pretended his phone was ringing, and left. She’s never even seen a penis. Any talk about sex gets her cheeks blushed up, and she stammers a lot. It’s not very attractive. But she’s very sexually frustrated. She wants sex, but she didn’t trust anyone to even consider sleeping with them. She doesn’t want to end up like her mother, addicted to sex, and sleeping with anyone that comes her way. So Napoleon stays away from sex, and cringes at the thought of unprotected sex. She doesn’t like little kids, so it turns her off sex so fast.

SECRETS:
her mom might be a prostitute, she's a virgin, and a kleptomaniac
FEARS: heights, spiders, the dark.
GOALS: go far in ornithology, and get help for her problem.

I CAN MAKE YOUR HEART SLOW
I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES

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MOTHER'S NAME: Florent Bluth
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: escort.
FATHER'S NAME: not known.
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: not known.
SIBLINGS: Claude Bluth, five.
EXTENDED FAMILY: Jean-Marie. she raised napoleon.
NATIONALITY: French, from what she knows.
HOMETOWN: Metz, Lorraine, France
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New york.
BEST MEMORY:

"when I found my first bird. His name was Nigel, and he was a pigeon. I found him on the streets of Vegas. He had a broken wing, and couldn’t get away from me fast enough before I scooped him up. I took him home, and cared for him, and loved him. It kind of gave me a feeling of someone needing me. I loved the feeling, so I kept him. but then one day, my Gamma found out that I had a pigeon in my room, and she nearly had a heart attack. She threw him out the window, thank god we were on the first floor, and she dragged me to a doctor. I wasn’t sick, she was overreacting. But I cried and cried because we came home, and Nigel was gone. So she took me to the pet store, to pick out a new bird. I was eight, it was easy to bribe me with something new to love. So I picked out a bright color finch, he was yellow. I was unoriginal and named him tweety. But I still loved him. not more than Nigel my pigdy though."

WORST MEMORY:

"living with my mom was horrible. I moved back to France for maybe a year a couple of summers ago, and I hated it so much. My mom had quit her job, but was still distant, and not mother like. She dressed like a whore, hahaha, and was never around much. Then I found out she was pregnant again, and didn’t know who the father was, again. she hadn’t changed, and I was hoping to get back a mother I never had. So I told her she would never grow up, and called my Gamma to tell her I wanted to come home early. I was all too happy to moved back with my grandma."

HISTORY:

Her life hasn’t been terrible, like every other child you see. Well, Napoleon doesn’t consider it horrible. She just sees it as unique. Her mother was a high class “escort” in Metz, but she did all of her work in Paris. Nap has no idea who her father is, so when she sees a man on the street, she thinks she could be related to him. but she was born, basterdized, on june 17th in Metz, her mother so hopped on medication that she thought she gave birth to a boy, and so named her daughter Napoleon, and it was forever on a permanent record. Napoleon’s still bitter about it, but won’t ever change her name. she grew up in a shitty little apartment, and spent most of her days alone as a toddler. Her mother would come home and check on her every so often, and then go back out, leaving food out. it wasn’t exactly great parenting. But when she was around four, her grandmother came to take her away from her mother. Her grandmother Jean never really did see Napoleon’s mother fit to be an actual mother, and didn’t want Napoleon to grow up, and be what her mother was. So she was rooted up from Metz, out to Belgium.

In Belgium, she found out what her grandmother was like. She was a strict woman, married to the lord. Like her daughter, Jean had given birth at an early age. So when she was seventeen, and with a baby, she went to a nunnery, and asked to join them. Florent was taken care of by the nuns that ran the orphanage, while Jean became a nun. She wasn’t a nun anymore when she took Napoleon with her to Belgium, but she never forced the word of the Lord onto her granddaughter. She was a poor woman, who could barely afford to feed herself, let alone her grandchild. Still, she believed that God would take care of them. She thought it was the friendliness of neighbors when breads and cheeses, and foodstuffs showed up on her counters. But really, it was the problem of Napoleon, who was starting to get into stealing. Jean really had only become a nun because she needed a place to live, and be away from her own parents. Things came and went fast with her. She had an addiction to buying lottery card every Wednesday. It was part of the reason why she was so fucking poor. But again, being naïve, she thought the lord would rig the system for her, and her numbers would come up. They never did. Not the lottery anyways. But her sister, Emile, who lived in Las Vegas, had died when Napoleon was seven, and they had to go get the will from her lawyer. Emile left every penny she owned to her sister, and she owned a pretty penny. So Jean-Marie figured, what the hell, stay in America. Napoleon was happy with the choice.

As Napoleon learned, Las Vegas wasn’t much different than her old town. There was still the sweltering heat, and still people who didn’t understand here. But there were much more vendors she could watch everyday, and plan to take something from to give to her grandmother. She’d always been a smart child, and she quickly picked up the language during the summer. She learnt the basic words, mainly the curses. She knew how to ask how much, or where something was. She also knew how to shout “I’m walking fucking here” when someone walked in front of her. Everyday, while her grandmother went out on errands, or to find a job to keep herself busy, Napoleon would go out, and wander around the town, making a map in her mind of where everything was. She was encouraged to make friends with the children in the neighborhood, but she’d rather crouch under bridges, and look for bugs, maybe ten feet away from a sleeping homeless person. She made more homeless friends than kids her own age. They liked to watch her dance, and screech out French songs in her horrible singing voice, and she would bring them food sometimes. She called her a saint, and an angel. She loved it. She liked to see them happy. But one day, a cop saw her playing under a dirty underpass, with a bunch of men, and he promptly grabbed her, and took her home, and lectured her grandmother about getting a babysitter for Napoleon. So Napoleon was put into a day camp. Computer camp. She hated computers, but still excelled. To this day, she hates electronics because of it.

High school came around, and she was still a nerd. Two years younger than everyone and fresh faced, she had no boobs. She was socially awkward, and didn’t know how to talk to people properly. So she was mostly quiet, and ignored in high school. She was a mouse. The most she got asked for was a pencil, or the answer to a question. She was also a nervous child who got sweaty palms. One time in gym class, she was called on last for volleyball teams, and she was serving first. Her hands were clammy, and a senior was screaming at her where to hit it, and telling her to do overhand. So Napoleon listened, and aimed, and spiked the ball right into the senior head. The senior charged at her, and knocked to the ground, and knocked her head against the floor a few times before the coach came in to stop it. Napoleon thought she was safe, and the senior kept on giving her toothy smiles. But then when she was in the change room, she girl attacked her, gave her a black eye, and stole all her clothes. And then she went, and put her underwear on Napoleon’s locker. High school was a traumatizing time for her. But she survived it, twitchy and nervous, but still happy with herself, because she got mostly straight A’s. Except for gym, she mostly stayed on the bench, or claimed she didn’t have her clothes, or that she had a strained ankle.

smart girl like Napoleon could have gone to college. She could have been something big for someone’s company, and brought her brain with her. But she was done with school. She didn’t want to sit in a class anymore. So having graduated at sixteen, she didn’t have a lot of choices. She mostly volunteered at local food banks, and at got a job at a kid’s toy store. She didn’t need the money; her grandmother still had lots of money left over from the will left to her family. But Napoleon didn’t feel right unless she was doing something with her time. When she was offered a job at a local record store, she gladly took it. she loved music, albeit some of the hardcore stuff gave her migraines. But finally, Napoleon moved up to New York, and got into university. she loved birds, so she figured why not study them.

BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS

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how fresh.