| | Sam 31 Aoû - 13:45 | |
| ∞ Rebekah Adler  
23 ans ✣ Institutruce ✣ Love ✣ Mariée
Russe ♥ Est arrivé à San Francisco à l'âge de douze ans ♥ A des parents riches ♥ A été fiancée de force ♥ S'est enfui de son premier mariage ♥ S'est remarié avec le garçon dont elle était véritablement amoureuse ♥ N'aime pas qu'on écorche son nom de jeune fille, Yvanovitch ♥ Son premier mariage aurait du avoir lieu à l'âge de 20 ans ♥ Elle s'est marié pour de vrai, il y a très peu de temps à l'homme qui a fait en sorte qu'elle s'enfui de son premier mariage ♥ Elle a toujours été très romantique et a été désemparé à l'annonce de ses premières fiançailles ♥ C'est une fille un peu réservée mais très gentille quand on apprend à la connaitre.
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| | Sam 31 Aoû - 13:46 | |
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nom, prénom. titre du lien. Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.
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nom, prénom. titre du lien. Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.
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nom, prénom. titre du lien. Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.
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nom, prénom. titre du lien. Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.
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| | Sam 31 Aoû - 13:47 | |
| A vous  |
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| | Sam 31 Aoû - 13:52 | |
| Moi j'en voudrais bien un avec toi |
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| | Sam 31 Aoû - 14:13 | |
| Avec plaisir  Tu avais déjà une idée? |
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| | Sam 31 Aoû - 14:15 | |
| Coucou, j'aimerais beaucoup un lien !
Dis-moi, tu pourrais un peu me parler de son mariage de force et de ses origines russes s'il-te-plait ? |
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| | Sam 31 Aoû - 14:28 | |
| Oui, bien sur Bekah est né en Russie et elle y a vécu jusqu'à l'âge de ses douze ans où ils ont déménagé à San Fancisco parce que sa mère y vivait avant de rencontré le père de Bakah et qu'elle y avait plusieurs bons contact pour fiancer Bekah. Bekah a eu un peu de mal à se faire aux Etats-Unis. Elle avait l'accent russe et sa petite ville bien froide de Russie lui manquait. Et puis, elle savait très bien que s'ils avaient emménage à San Francisco, c'était pour la marier à un garcçon qui serait riche et qu'elle n'aimerait sans doute pas. C'est un peu une tradition familiale de marier les enfants comme ça afin d'enrichir les différentes familles. Donc Bekah a été fiancé de force. Elle n'aimait pas le garçon à qui elle était fiancée, et il couchait à droite à gauche avant même d'être mariée à Bekah, ce qui n’arrangeait vraiment pas leur relations. Et au mariage en question, Rebekah s'est enfuie.  Et après ça, elle se serait mariée à un autre homme, dont elle était amoureuse depuis le début de ses études à la fac. Voilà, voilà, je crois avoir à peu près résumé le tout. |
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| | Sam 31 Aoû - 14:34 | |
| Et elle avait à peu près quel âge quand elle a été fiancée ?
Concernant ses origines russes, je te proposerais un lien familial avec Lera-Ann Vilte (mon dc), qui est lituanienne mais sa famille étant plutôt grande, elle se retrouve mêlée entre russes, lituaniens et ukrainiens), ça te tente ? Pour la petite histoire, son grand-père est un mafieux, chose qu'elle sait mais ne tient pas franchement à y foutre le nez. Et elle a toujours vécu aux USA, plus précisément à Nashville jusqu'à ses 16ans avant de devenir prostituée et de voyager un peu partout sur le territoire étatsuniens pour finalement prendre racine à NYC (sa ville), puis à SF, il y a deux à trois ans si mes souvenirs sont exacts ! |
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