- - CATCH UP AND LICK HER

[dolly]

WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT

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poppy harper scott

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"I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me"
"Straight flowing on a boat in the deep blue sea"

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WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION

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NAME: poppy harper scott
NICKNAME: pop, poptart, poppyseed, or popsicle
GENDER: female
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: nineteen, december 5th
SEXUALITY: bisexual
STATUS: single
RELIGION: baptist
YEAR: sophomore
MAJOR: fashion design
PB: megan hollywood/megan vm

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

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POPPY'S LIKES: There are a lot of things that I like but the main things are what consume me. For example, music is the main one. Of course I love music or I wouldn’t even be on tour now would I you silly goose. Fashion, clothes, and shoes also keep me smiling. I feel as though music and fashion are the top two things as always. I like silly things like candy. I’m not much of a chocolate fan, in fact I hate chocolate but if you give me some skittles, starburst, jolly ranchers, and other candies I’ll love you forever! Sweeties! I just loved sweets. Desert will always be my favorite meal of the day. Like most girls I love boys. I’m not much of a fan of having girl friends but I’m curious about girls…romantically. I kind of get crushes on girls, not just girl crushes but the kind that make me want to bang them. Let’s see…I love books and reading and writing. I love people in general, I’m a people person. I adore animals too! Other random things include music, writing, reading, being alone, art, travel, the boys, the girls, sports, fun, drugs, liquor, sex, smoking, kissing, contact.
POPPY'S DISLIKES: There aren’t a lot of things that I dislike. The main thing that puts me over the edge is people who think they’re better than everyone. I don’t like people who disturb the peace. Drama fights, yelling, and arguments aren’t my kind of thing. I’m a really nice person most of the time and I’m very mellowed out so when people come up to me in the wrong way I hate that. I try being nice to everyone. I don’t like eating meat or wearing meat. However, I do eat seafood and sushi so I’m not a vegetarian or anything. I don’t like putting myself around ignorant people. I’m extremely opened minded and narrow-minded people annoy me. Another thing I hate is when people talk about sex excessively. It’s one thing to be a perv but to talk about sex all the time, telling everyone who you fucked isn’t cool. I don’t like people who try to be cool either. I’m an inner dork and people who take me to those bad places piss me off. Other things include fakes, losers, posers, liars, cheaters, haters, bitches, annoyances, douche bags, people in general.
PERSONALITY: Poppy is a very warm person; she is friends with everyone and will go out of her way to make them happy. She is also very caring towards those who have been hurt, if she see's someone who is obviously in pain or hurting within, she will sit and comfort them and make sure they are ok before she goes and does anything else. She is the kind of person that anyone can talk to because she listens and communicates with people. She doesn't judge or interrupt people while they are talking about their life or put in her own input without permission. She will however always ask someone if they would like her help and just won't push herself into someone’s life and make their problems worse. Poppy has a huge heart and she will never turn someone away based on looks. Even if you’re the rudest person ever, she’ll try to help you with any kind of problem. Just don’t step on her toes too many times; she will never forgive you for it.

Poppy is also quite the activist. She doesn’t sit around and let anyone get treated wrong. You can be Black, White, Asian, or Hispanic for all she cares. She doesn’t usually take things lightly when it comes to civil rights. If Poppy is standing up for something she really puts all of her heart and soul into making people see the light. A lot of people think that she just has a big mouth and that she needs to learn how to pick her battles. The thing is, she already picked her battle so if she’s arguing with you then you should probably watch out because she isn’t playing. One because Poppy is pretty fond over would be animal rights. She is an avid member of PETA and she is also a vegan. She will bust her butt to make sure that people are treated fairly and if you aren’t then you can be sure that Poppy will raise hell.

Poppy is also a very bubbly, energetic, and creative girl. Those are probably the best three words to describe her. Poppy hates being stuck doing one thing for an extended period of time. She gets bored pretty easily so you will have to keep her constantly entertained. Poppy can be very immature at times but that’s because she loves to laugh. It doesn’t matter how random, or stupid it is, Poppy will laugh. A lot of people dislike her because she is constantly smiling and always in a good mood. Sometimes she can be rather annoying because she constantly asks questions about her surroundings. It’s not like she’s trying to be annoying it’s just that she wants to make sure she gets a full grasp of something before she embarks on an adventure. You can almost always see her writing and making up her own stories. Poppy pretty much lives inside her mind. Her outlook on the world is pretty colorful.

Despite being very hyper and easy to get along with, Poppy is the type of girl who you can never really figure out. Poppy has been called ever single name in the book yet you see her walking around like she’s a million dollars. Poppy has that larger than life mentality that sets her apart from the rest. Whenever someone says something about her she will most likely laugh and agree instead of complaining about how rude you are. Sure, Poppy gets involved in drama but that’s all part of being a young adult. The way Poppy deals with the drama is a different story. Poppy is very much into philosophy. She will try to figure out the reason why you called her a bitch. Once she finds the reason she will come back to you with a well educated and well thought out response. Some call her weird but that’s just how Poppy operates.

Another thing to watch out for when you meet Poppy is what you say. Some people end up telling her their whole life story without even realizing that she didn’t say anything about herself. Poppy is pretty mysterious when it comes to putting herself out there. She doesn’t let people see her real emotions even though she smiles at everything. Poppy is forever changing so right when you think you have a grasp on her, she’ll slip away. She could have just won a million dollars but she still wouldn’t tell everyone about it because she likes to keep her life private. When you first meet her, she will most likely come across as confident - but not full of herself. That's what she really wants you to think, so if you did, mission completed.
SECRETS: sometimes i lose sight of what's real and fake, meaning I can't sort out the liars. i'm scared of facing the truth. i had a pregnacy scare. annnnnd i'm a little schizo.
FEARS: I’m a very irrational person. A lot of people have told me that I’m a hypochondriac meaning if I see something devastating on TV, like someone getting a really gross and creepy disease I’ll end up thinking that I have that the next day. Swine flu’s a perfect example, my throat started hurting and finally I thought I had it. I’m not afraid of life after death, you know like if I go to Heaven or Hell, I’m afraid of how I’m going to die. I don’t like pain or scary movies. My biggest fear when I test is my stomach making loud grumbling noises; I’m never scared about failing. Another huge fear is losing the band, I’m scared of when we go our spate ways because I love them and I’ll miss them.
GOALS:

• to drink and fight
  
• fucking
  
• living life to the fullest
  
• graduating
  
• have a career
  
• get married
  
• maybe kids
  

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

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MOTHER'S NAME: robyn scott
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: teacher
FATHER'S NAME: matthew scott
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: guitar shop owner
SIBLINGS: none
EXTENDED FAMILY: blah
NATIONALITY: british and irish
HOMETOWN: wales
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london
BEST MEMORY:

" Oh my God, my first memory is really really corny. My life even as a teenager was pretty boring but I have a couple that stand out the most. Like I stated earlier, I was enrolled in a dance school when I was three years old, I took class with the 3 to five year olds, then ballet 2 with the five to eight year olds, and finally ballet 3 with the eight to twelve year olds. I was about to turn thirteen and I either had a choice to try to go for hip hop dance or to go a step up and try out for pointe ballet. My mother felt as though I should try pointe and I was good at ballet so I couldn’t help but agree. Well, for pointe class you have to have an audition in front of the higher dance teachers and students. So there I was, in the middle of a stage all alone in front of cold faced dance teachers and higher level students who were way more talented than me. The spotlight was burning into my neck as I stood in first position and I felt like my legs would give out from me shaking. However, once the music started I just winged it. In fact, I did better than I thought and better then most girls. I got into the class. I wouldn’t want to relive that memory but I felt really proud of myself. "

WORST MEMORY:

" Nothing was the same after I saw my dad with another woman. That really didn’t happen to me personally, it was more of my parent’s problem but I was affected. I was about twelve years old and I and my mom just went out to go shopping because I was a bit of a spoiled brat, but I was still a well behaved girl. Anyway, me and my mother walked in on him…we got home earlier than expected. When I saw it, I wasn’t like some dumb little kid. I felt betrayed and hurt and it was as if love didn’t exist. No child likes seeing their parent’s go through anything, but I saw it and I didn’t believe in love. That didn’t change my life drastically, I just don’t believe true love exists; I guess you could say that made me a cold hearted bitch. That’s partly why I fuck around. "

HISTORY: Poppy Harper Scott didn’t have the typical childhood. Her parents didn’t meet and fall in love; her parents didn’t even have a lusty one night stand. Well at least not on both parts. Harper Rowland was only twelve years old. It was just another rainy night in Wales; teenagers shouldn’t be walking around all alone, especially drunk girl children. He came virtually out of no where; someone grabbed the girl and threw her in a corner. We’re all grown here; we all should know what happens next. Harper was about five months pregnant, at least now instead of just being twelve she was thirteen years old.

Her rapist appeared to have raped another young girl; his name was Justin Parker, a drug addict who flunked out of college. The guy was only twenty years old when he died in prison; he was just killed by the other inmates. Four months later Harper had Poppy, unfortunately she died in childbirth and Harper’s cousin Matthew, along with his wife Robyn agreed to take the baby. Soon they settled on naming the baby Poppy because it was unique. You could say Poppy lived a happy childhood. She was moved from Wales to London once all the papers were signed.

Growing up, she saw Matt and Robyn as her real parents. Robyn couldn’t have children so Poppy was loved like she was their own. When she finally turned eleven years old they told her the whole truth about her parents. She always knew that she was adopted, but she never really understood why. You could say she was indifferent about the situation. No matter what DNA said Robyn and Matt will always be her mother and father. However apart from having a bad start in her life, Poppy was a pretty good kid who took part in a lot of activities.

She was into dance her whole life; she was a true European girl. She surfed, played acoustic guitar, and snuck out to the beach at night. The odd thing is she never really tanned. Matthew was pretty big into music; he taught his daughter everything she ever wanted to know about ever instrument. In certain ways she used literature, music, and art to paint the type of picture she wanted for her childhood. Even though her dad was a rapist, she wished she could have known more about him, the same with her mother.

Things changed a bit once she turned thirteen. The hole in her heart seemed to grow and nothing Robyn and Matthew did could change it. Poppy began to experiment, mostly with sex and drinking. She had a small thing for older guys; most of them were seventeen to twenty years old. She felt as though her maturity level and the weight of the world on her shoulders were greater than other kids of her age. She didn’t even think people her age were really worth her time. Poppy was just as lost as a child and teenager, so when she was sixteen, Robyn and Matthew agreed to let her meet her biological grandparents.

She really didn’t want Poppy to meet her grandparents because in all honesty, they were pretty much jerks. She already knew about Tyson and Andrea Rowland, they were her mother’s parents and Matthew’s aunt and uncle. The biggest awakening came when they tracked down Lewis and Bailey Parker. You could say they weren’t very happy to meet Poppy. They felt she was to blame for their son’s death, but this isn’t the death she felt like she was responsible for. Poppy pleaded with the Parker’s and she eventually found out more about her father through his childhood friends and she was able to keep his baby book as a gift on her seventeenth birthday.

Everyone goes a little crazy on their senior year but Poppy and her friends went all out. Towards the end of the year for their senior prank, they pulled one on their calculus/statistics teacher. The teacher’s name was Mrs. Gracen. Mrs. Gracen was going through a hard time at home but the students at the school thought that she was just being a bitch. They came up with an idea to make it look like she was on her period. Poppy’s job was to supply the red oil paint and to actually do the prank herself. She didn’t have a problem with it though, she was game.

She splattered it in the desk chair, then propped it up against the desk drawer. Once Mrs. Gracen sat in the chair, the class snickered but she didn’t know why. Upon opening the drawer the open paint spilled all over her lap. Everyone laughed, the teacher ran out of the class. Later that day the Scott’ were watching the news and Mrs. Gracen was on the news for a suicide. In a way, Poppy knew it was partly her fault but she didn’t speak. She convinced her parents to let her go to on tour. She’s mostly here to find herself, although she still has nightmares.

BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS

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ROLE PLAY WORD: --

The fact that Darius brought her here to Greece made the situation all the better. She didn’t feel safe being pregnant with all the people back in Australia. She didn’t like most of the people she met the second time around because they were all so fake to her and she just couldn’t stand it. For starters, Vanity was back there, Mikaela was back there too, someone she thought she could trust and maybe form some fort of tiny friendship with but she turned around and banged the guy Jolie loved. Jolie was sure she told Mikaela she had feelings for Darius still but she didn’t even want to know the dumb reasons for why they had sex. Then of course Dominic was back there and she didn’t want her baby anywhere near him. Shaking those people out of her mind Jolie focused on what she just told Darius. She was pretty excited for a baby. Once she told him she felt one hundred times better and she immediately felt silly for even thinking that Darius, her baby, well her lover baby would ever get mad at her for being pregnant. Just thinking back on how much she worried and even whined to Deon made her laugh. The first thing she did after the news was hug him. Even though Darius was like her protector she wanted to reassure him that it would be okay. If Darius broke down during this whole thing Jolie would be there. She’d be big yes, but she’d be there for him no matter what. Besides, what’s the worse thing that could happen while she’s pregnant? She completely trusted him now, they were a happy and healthy couple now and she thanked her lucky stars. Life was perfect again. It was a typical nuclear family, the father, the mother, and the child.

When he asked her if she was sure she wasn’t really sure on how to answer that. Yes Darius, you’ve knocked me up. Jolie said with a smile. Now it was like a joke to her, she couldn’t explain it but it was quite funny, Jolie as a mother was funny anyway but the fact that Darius asked if she was sure was funny as well. She only wished that this was a joke because she was scared as fuck but on the side she was very happy. Jolie was ready for this feeling to be over with, the feeling of shock and shame. Jolie didn’t like feeling like this, feeling like she was some used car that got ran down in the mud. Not everyone was going to be like, “Oh my God, Jolie’s a mommy.” No, that wouldn’t be the case for the assholes and bitches in the world. Believe it or not, the Delacroix family was highly religious, Jolie wasn’t worried about her dad, she’d give him a few months to cool down but her Papa won’t. Papa was her grandpa who really didn’t place. Christophe Delacroix already pissed him off enough with the whole dream of music and parties but now Jolie was the first grandchild to have a baby, and not even her older cousins had kids and they were all married! Snapping out of the dark thoughts of her Papa crucifying her she decided to answer his questions. The doctor said I’m about a month along. She couldn’t help but giggle at that because of all the times they’ve done it since that month. A month ago they were still in Australia, when the hell did she get pregnant. He didn’t give me an approximate date of conception though. She said tapping her chin, this was a mystery.

Really, she decided that they had too much sex, how could she be so careless and forget when her own baby was conceived. She tried thinking of what event happened a month ago. The only thing Jolie came up with was the fact that April 10th was his birthday, did she get pregnant then? Then something haunted her, she could have gotten pregnant by…Dominic. That very thought made her burst into tears. She nodded when he said that he’d love her forever. What if…Dominic’s the dad? She asked putting her head in her hands. Jolie probably cried for approximately five minutes but she shook her head. She wouldn’t believe that Dominic was the dad. Dominic couldn’t be the father of her child, she had birth control with him, she didn’t feel any magic happening with him and to be honest the last maybe tens of times Darius and Jolie had sex she felt a lot of things happening. Still, nature wasn’t fair, just look at periods. I refuse to believe that he could be. She said determined pushing that out of her head. Before she knew it she was completely back to her normal self, still thinking of her and Darius and how much she loved him. She took her rosary out of her pocket and kissed it. Jolie was not the religious type, she didn’t know what was wrong with her but she’s taken to carrying it around with her for extra protection. I think I’m going to keep the baby. That was something she was debating for the longest. She could have either given it away or not have it at all. Jolie would feel guilty about both of them and Darius wouldn’t want her to do either of those things.

She had to consider everything though. You’re with me no matter what right? She asked not really having to know the answer, she knew the answer. She just had to be sure because Jolie could be so careless and she didn’t even keep up with what she did on a day to day basis. This was why Jolie needed Darius. Jolie was all over the place and Darius was there to keep her sane and on track with things. Jolie really didn’t know where she’d be without him with her. She just cared for him so much to the point where she couldn’t function without him. Jolie didn’t just love him; she was completely in love with him. She had no doubt about him being the father of her child. Jolie was going to actually be a mom? Darius was actually going to be a dad? If this were eight months ago she would have called you crazy. Just eight months ago Darius was just someone she knew through the grapevine. She didn’t pay him much mind; in fact she didn’t think he even liked her much because he probably thought she was just a dumb little girl. Things quickly changed for the better. It all started with a simple instant message and she invited him to her house for a night of drinking and well…sex. Jolie got so attached to him, so quick and she didn’t know why at first. It kind of scared her but she didn’t do anything about it. Soon it felt like a one sided crush to her, like he didn’t feel the same but then he showed interest and things kick started from there. They’ve been inseparable ever since, except for when he cheated but no one cared about that anymore.

Sitting on the bed turned her on for some reason. She felt like she was already being taken over by an alien, that’s what pregnancy was like she supposed but now she felt like a sex crazed, nymphomaniac. Okay, so she wasn’t fully blaming her sudden horniness on her unborn baby, she was blaming it mostly on herself because she loved Darius, he loved her and Deon wasn’t in the house to annoy them. She sighed. She definitely felt the need to make up for lost time because not having him for nine days was asinine in her eyes. Who did she think she was? Why was this all of the sudden starting to affect her? You’re such a good boyfriend, I’m so lucky you’re mine. She gushed. It was true, he didn’t get mad about the baby, and he even reassured her that it would be fine. It was amazing how he made her so affectionate, she was already and affectionate person but now she found herself into his lap mostly to be closer to him so she could hug him. The closer she got to him and his smell it just made her want him more and she couldn’t stand it. Okay, there’s no subtle way to do this, I want you…now. With that she kind of sort of straddled him, running her hands up and down his chest and under his shirt while leaning in for a kiss filled with hunger, lust, and want a kiss that summed up how she felt for nine days without sex. Having him as quick as possible was the ultimate goal. Her usually delicate hands groped for his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants, and once those were out of the way the little multitasker lifted his shirt (huh?) over his head. Well come on love, we’re making up for lost time.

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