The Rich Bitch

fae_bella

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Name: Anya Demarcus
Age: 19
Appearance: See attached

Anya was used to being pampered. Her father was an electronics firm mogul, and her mother... well, she wasn't around that much anymore. Anya really hadn't seen much of her mother past the age of 10. Did that really bother her? Not really. It just gave her more opportunity to be daddy's prize girl. This, of course, led to Anya's nose being held high at all times... a typical rich snob. She had no concern for those less than her. She had money... why did she need friends? Anything she wanted, Daddy would buy.
Her father had always warned her to be careful of her attitude towards those who weren't in luxury like her... but Anya never listened. The people who worked for her father were just that- workers. They were to do as she said, without complaint. Her world was perfect... even if it did consist of nothing past her father's mansion gates.

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((Anyone want to teach a rich bitch a lesson or two?))
 
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OOC: tempting, but i'm not sure i'd know what kind of character you want me to play?
 
That depends on what you've got in mind. If you guys want to PM me any ideas, feel free. :)
 
((Change in idea- Nix the kidnapping. Just people that work there getting revenge at the mansion while daddy's away. Be looking for poolboy, lawnkeeper, kitchenstaff, cleaning crew, driver, etc... Anyone that a little prissy girl could have pissed off daily. Could also include others from the neighborhood... ))
 
well.........

fae_bella said:
((Change in idea- Nix the kidnapping. Just people that work there getting revenge at the mansion while daddy's away. Be looking for poolboy, lawnkeeper, kitchenstaff, cleaning crew, driver, etc... Anyone that a little prissy girl could have pissed off daily. Could also include others from the neighborhood... ))

what about a maid?
 
((OK, a few guys want to be poolboy- How about... First to post as him, gets to be him! :) ))
 
((...Bump? I've got PM's on interested people... but no one to post. :( Did I manage to kill my own thread?))
 
The driver, John Arthur Reynolds, sighed. He had joined the staff of the Demarcus family recently. Already, he hated the daughter, Anya. She was so demanding. Her one saving grace was that she was gorgeous. He sighed again, and ran a hand through his black hair, before sitting down on a bench near his car. He figured it was only a matter of time before she came to see him about going somewhere.

OOC: i didn't know what to post, and i just got back from mom's
 
The maid

Salena Ruiz
23 yrs
long wave black hair dark brown eyes and tan skin
short and curvy
5'4 145lbs
hot tempered

Mumbles under breath

That little bitch uses the tolet and never flushes then waits until it is full to flush just so she can make a mess of shit and piss for me to clean up and her fucking room what a pig sty. Anya walks By" Did you say something Maid cuz if you want to be heard you should speak english"

se madame I was speaking english but I was speaking to myself.
OH you is going to get it someday you little rich bitch (I think to myself)
 
Anya rolled her eyes as Salena explained herself. "If you keep speaking spanish like that I won't know if you're talking about me. You better not be. I will SO tell daddy as soon as he gets back and get your ass fired." She frowned, peering at her. "Comprende? Now get your ass back in the laundry room and iron my dresses. I hate being in this house with all of you enough... and to be here for 2 weeks without Daddy is going to be hell."
With that, she stormed out the front door, intent on spending more of daddy's money. "Driver!," She shouted, looking around for him- spotting him sitting on the bench by the garage. What the hell?! Just sitting there??? What did he think he was doing? "Get up and get your car started! I want to go to the mall. NOW."
 
Oh I can't stand that little bitch, But two weeks without her daddy here maybe ........ just maybe I can talk to someone about her and we can fix that girl good
 
Lawn Keeper/Gardner

James Rodgers
31 years old
6'1 175
tan, muscular, but not ripped, just muscles from mowing and taking care of the giant yard.

Never had much problem with Anya Demarcus until she started having parties and leaving her beer bottles and other shit all over the yard, making my job longer, and getting bitched at by her parents for taking so long. Every Sunday morning is the day I do my yardowork, and the past three Saturday Nights she's left all of her trash all over the lawn for me to clean up before I can do anything else. I know it isn't her parents causing the problem, and now with them gone I can finally confront little Anya about my/our problem.
 
John sighed again, and stood up slowly. He walked over to the car, and got in the driver's seat. He started the car, turning on the air conditioner. He then got back out, and walked to the rear door, and opened the passenger door. Once Anya was inside, he closed the door, and walked around to the driver's side again, getting in and closing the door, before putting the car in gear. He drove to the mall, taking the shortest route, and got there in only a few minutes. "Hewlitt Mall, candy, music, movies, video games, clothes. Everybody out." He was being sarcastic of course, but she didn't have to know that.
 
Anya frowned. "Whatever. Be back here in an hour." She headed into the mall, already taking her father's credit card from her purse.

45 minutes later, she returned to the mall entrance, carrying with her piles on piles of bags and a frustrated look on her face. She dumped them all along the curb, one of the bags spilling out a few short skirts that her father never would have approved of. She shot a glare towards some other kids staring at her. "What the hell is YOUR problem? Don't you look at me."
When the car finally came around, she shoved one of the bags at John. "Pick those up. God, you going to let everythign just set on the ground? Disgusting. Salena better wash every one of these before I wear them. You let them all get dirty." She got into the backseat. "Now take me home. Its hot out here and I want the pool."
 
John shrugged. He had only been a few meters away, getting some lunch. He picked up all of the bags, and put them in the trunk, then got in the front seat and drove back to the mansion. In his mind, the beginning of a plan was forming. The idea he had was that he could make her his, through blackmail, maybe. If he told her father what to look for, he'd probably disown her. The idea had merits, but the execution would take more than one person.
 
Anya enterained herself on the way home by randomly intercoming him... "You're a terrible driver! Slow down, asshole! God- you made me drop my drink! Do you think your in Nascar or something?!"
As he pulled up the driveway, Anya flung the remainder of her soda out the window, smirking as it left a nasty syrupy streak down the side of the white car. She knew he'd see it when he opened the door... "When's the last time you washed this thing? Its disgusting. Have some respect for your job. GOD."
She headed into the house, seeing Selena as she headed upstairs. "I bought more clothes. I want them washed, ironed and hung in my closet by tonight," She called, going to her room to change to her swimsuit. She looked out her window to the pool- then spotted the gardener working on some of the bushes surrounding it. Hmph. She figured she'd give him some work while he was there...
She headed out to the pool, stopping by her father's fridge in his office to grab a 6pack of beer. She sipped one as she went outside, dumping what remained in front of him and dropping the can beside her as she stared at him. Before he could say anything, she went around to the pool.
 
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James bit his tounge, when he saw Anya drop the beer can in the grass beside him. He knew she had been doing it, but to do it right in front of him. The bitch! He picked up the beer can and threw it in the trash, and finished his yardwork and went home. He stopped before he got to his car, and headed back to the huge house, he wanted to to talk to Selena, the housekeeper about little Anya before he went home. He opened the front door, knowing Anya was in the back.

"Hey, Selena? Have a second?"
 
Anya smirked as she floated about the pool on a lounger. She knew she pissed James off... and she had a good feeling that John was equally pissed. Selena.. well, she always seemed mad. They were so fun to play with. And to see the angry looks on their faces- oh, priceless! They couldn't do a damn thing about it, either... So fun... and daddy had only been gone for a few hours! She would have to think about how to really get them wriled...
She splashed her hand through the water, slipping her sunglasses on and watching the clouds overhead... It wasn't long before she was asleep on the lounger.
 
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