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Shay Bristol

"Make it happen."

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a character in “One Summer in Paris”, as played by NikkiEnvy

Description

Shay Bristol
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Full Name
Shay Annamarie Bristol

Nick Names
Shay

Age
18

Role
Paris Resident 4

Love Interest
Younger Sister of Friend 1


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Distinct Markings
Tats: sleeves, thighs, full-back, some random small ones here and there. Piercings: snakebites, septum, ears.

Appearance
Shay's eyes are a bluish-green and her hair is naturally blonde, but she sometimes likes to dye it crazy colors. She is 5 foot 6 in height and 120 pounds. Her skin is most often pale and she prefers to wear grunge clothing. She usually wears heavy, dramatic eye makeup but goes easy on the rest of her face. She is never seen without nail polish on all ten fingers and all ten toes.

Likes
Shay adores pretty girls, lives for music, loves to party, and can't live without hazelnut macchiatos from Starbucks.

Dislikes
Shay dislikes douchey guys, can't stand yappy dogs, hates heartbreak, and despises unintelligence.

Secrets
Shay wouldn't call it a secret, but she's bisexual. She's very proud to be so, but she doesn't go shouting it to the world. However if someone were to ask, she wouldn't hesitate to tell.
Shay could also be considered homeless, and that is something that she'd rather not share. After all, people get the wrong idea. They think she's some poor little rat living on the street. That much is untrue, Shay is smart enough to support herself. She knows what she's doing and hates for anyone to tell her otherwise.


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Personality
Shay might just be the coolest little rebel you ever met. Chill by day, party animal by night, she lives life in the fast lane and loves a good time. She's a total flirt with the gentlemen and the ladies, but at the same time she knows her boundaries. When she's not occupied with going to party after party, club after club, or sleeping off her mild hangover, she's a great friend. Shay is always there for anyone who needs her. She's been through a lot throughout her young life, and therefore can relate to just about anyone. The one thing that will get her way ticked off is closed-mindedness, or in her terms, ignorance. Shay strongly believes that people should be able to live their lives as whoever they want to be, no questions asked.

History
Shay grew up in the most conservative of households. Her parents were very proper and pristine, and consequently Shay was dragged to church, brunches, and playdates she didn't want to attend growing up. She would call her upbringing nothing short of a nightmare. As Shay grew older and started to want to do more things with friends, she discovered just how strict her parents could really get. They often didn't have a reason for not letting her do things, making excuses about how they were worried for her safety and about her grades. She came to resent them more and more through her teenage years.

The fireworks really began to go off when she told her parents that she wanted to become a tattoo artist. They rejected the idea and told Shay that she had to have a real job. That was when she really began rebelling, going out without permission, getting tattoos and piercings and whatever else she pleased. She lost her virginity at seventeen, to a very attractive guy, no less. Finally she dropped out of school and left home to be on her own. She wanted to live the best lifestyle she could think of, the rebel lifestyle. She now apprentices at a local tattoo shop.


Theme Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KleUddM2IPw
Go Hard (La.La.La.)||Kreayshawn


Hey bitch, what's up?
You know I'd really like to do that
But I don't have any fucking money.
Like, I don't have any fucking money!

Chorus:
Hey bitch, do you really really really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
We all like la la la la la
We all like la la la la la

Hey bitch, I see you working at the mall
At Forever 21, selling jacy shawls
You wanna quit your job? You need a place to go?
Girl, run your own show, but don't be on some hoe shit
Bounce with something cute on, I kiss into a fog zone
I'll be really off and searching for some water though
What it do? Let it go, and go hard
Let me see you do it, go hard, like real hard

Chorus:
Hey bitch, do you really really really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
We all like la la la la la
We all like la la la la la

Do it like, do it like, let me see you go hard, go hard!
Girl, you need that new, bottles on chill
I got gold chain flu, little lady on my side, show me how you ride out
Be a good one, and I'll take you to my hideout
Pretty little bitch, dripping like some water though
I'll be on that strong, and coming for that low low
What I did? Let her go, she's back now
She went real hard until she threw her back out

Chorus:
Hey bitch, do you really really really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
We all like la la la la la
We all like la la la la la

Silly girl, take your jacket off
Get off the floor, go hard
Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
Do it like, do it like, do it like!
Let me see you go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard

Chorus:
Hey bitch, do you really really really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
We all like la la la la la
We all like la la la la la

Do it like, do it like, do it like
Let me see you go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
Do it like, do it like, do it like
Let me see you go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard

So begins...

Shay Bristol's Story

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Character Portrait: Shay Bristol Character Portrait: Danielle Fleur Lebeau

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Shay sat alone at a table inside Starbucks and peacefully sipped the macchiato that she had actually bought with her own money this time. Her own money. She felt totally grown up today. Recently she had promised herself to stop mooching off of her friends so much, and Dani was most often her victim. Shay didn't want her to get annoyed. After all, she knew Dani was trying her best to save for a house. Who was Shay to keep her from that goal? Of course, it was such a habit for Shay to ask for money for small things that she never noticed when she was doing it anymore. She reminded herself that she'd tell Dani to refuse whenever she asked for some change. Besides, Shay had a job now, at the local Victoria's Secret store. Plus a future career in tattooing. It was time to grow the hell up.

Another thing she mooched off of Dani and her other friends was a place to sleep. Shay was pretty much homeless, but she usually slept in a ratty little motel in the heart of the city. It was all she could really afford. Dani's apartment was just...so much cleaner than her motel room. Her couch might've actually been more comfortable than the saggy, lumpy motel room bed. If she didn't spend the night at Dani's, it would be Maria's. If not Maria's, then Shay was probably spending the night with some guy or girl she met at one of her favorite clubs. They were always a lot more attractive the night before.

Shay resolved that she'd make an effort to clean her motel room, and maybe even buy some blankets to make her bed more comfortable. She wanted to make it a place where she could actually stand to live, because who knew when she'd have enough money for an actual living space?

Once she finished her apprenticeship at the cute little tattoo studio Je t'aime Tatouages, hopefully they'd give her the job and she'd be golden. But that was another year or so down the road, so meanwhile Victoria's Secret was her main source of income. She knew she was good at working there. Shay could tell anyone about any bra in the whole store and folded panties like a boss. She worked five days a week from 12:00 PM to 6:00 PM and was always on time, even if she had gone out the night before. It wasn't boring, so she felt that she was in an okay position job-wise at the moment.

Shay snapped out of her life contemplation as her cell phone buzzed on the table. Maria had messaged her about the concert that she'd heard about from everyone today. A young, local band was taking flight, and Shay had already decided that she'd go and support them. She loved music and liked to support local bands, plus having a good time was always a bonus. Supposedly her friends were going, so she'd meet up with them there tonight.

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Character Portrait: Shay Bristol Character Portrait: Danielle Fleur Lebeau

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"What will it be, gentlemen?" Danielle's French was practically yelled over the boom of the bass. The concert was well on the way, and crowds of people poured in through the doors or stood anxiously outside in line. The bar literally vibrated, shaken by the venues' sound system. "Dani!" The call of a familiar voice pulled her attention away from the draft she was pouring. "Yeah?" "Take the rest of the night off, babe, you're working too hard! Live a little!" Her boss grinned at her and then at the club hoppers Danielle was serving. "Enjoy it, gentlemen," Dani smiled, earning herself a twenty euro tip. Jaquelle just laughed at her best server and patted the younger girl on the back. "Seriously, Dani, please. Go enjoy the concert..." Dani smiled weakly, unable to tell Jaq no. "Alright," she sighed, fessing up a genuine smile. "Fine!" The women laughed and exchanged a hug, and then, after grabbing a beer, Dani was lost in the crowd.

The establishment was pretty large. Two levels. The first being the main level, with the circular bar to the back, a dance floor in the center and the DJ booth, which for tonight had been converted into a stage, pressed against the far wall. Along the sides of thefirst floor were couches, and black glass coffee tables for lounging. Hanging from the ceiling on the first floor were Dani's favorite decorations; blue lights, and plenty of them. In her opinion, the lights of the lower floor gave it a cool, laid back vibe that contrasted well with the upper level. The floor of the room in the lounge section was lit with soft yellow diamonds, while the main floor was carpet and the dance floor made of wood. The second floor boasted a beautiful VIP lounge and bar, with circular red couches that could be made private by releasing the heavy red curtains that hung beautifully from the ceiling. The section was clearly marked by lengthy red velvet ropes and two large body guards.

Dani had been working at the club since she was old enough to work the bar, and knew the place very well. The band wasn't half bad tonight, either. Danielle made her way through the sea of people until she found herself in the middle of the sweat and male hormones. After a few sips of her beverage, she began to sway along to the music. The drums kicked through the room so hard it was as if the beating had replaced her own heartbeat. The feeling was familiar, and enjoyable. Danielle suddenly remembered Shay, and wondered if she were still coming tonight. Pulling out her phone, she texted her friend.

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To: Shay
Message: Hey, dearest! Are you still coming tonight? Text me when you get here, I'll meet you outside and get you in! <3
Dani knew that Shay didn't enjoy handouts, but what good was it working for the hottest club in Paris if you can't invite friends to come? Besides, she knew how low on cash Shay was and she hated to party alone.

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Shay clocked out of Victoria's Secret feeling good about herself and her new personal commitment. And then Dani's text came to her phone:

To: Shay
Message: Hey, dearest! Are you still coming tonight? Text me when you get here, I'll meet you outside and get you in! <3


Well... maybe one more mooch off of Dani wouldn't hurt. She did offer, and she did work at the venue, so it wouldn't be too much trouble...right? Okay, this was the last one. No more after this. Shay would enjoy her freebie of a night with her best friend and then tell her that she couldn't scrounge anymore. It was getting bad, to the point where Dani had started offering things without Shay even having to ask. What kind of friend would Shay be to let this go on?

Shay made great time walking from Victoria's Secret to the building where the concert was going to be held. She loved the feeling of Paris nightlife and expected tonight to be nothing short of a party. She texted Dani when she was a minute away:

To: Dani
Message: Almost there darling! Thanks in advance for giving me a free pass, hugs! <3

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Character Portrait: Augustus Adams Character Portrait: Shay Bristol Character Portrait: Danielle Fleur Lebeau

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Dani glanced up at the bar as her second beer arrived and sighed, taking a long drag from it. Just then, her cell vibrated to life in her pocket.

From: Shay
Message: Almost there darling! Thanks in advance for giving me a free pass, hugs! <3


Thank goodness, she thought to herself, quickly sending a reply back.

To: Shay
Message: No problem at all, love! See you soon! XoXo!


"My apologies." She hadn't even finished sending her text when the familiar American accent cut into her thoughts. "I'll buy you a drink if that will help." Danielle finished typing out her text and then turned to regard the foreigner. "Comme vous pouvez voir, j'ai déjà un," she replied shortly. Suddenly remembering that he probably didn't speak a word of French, she picked up her beer and tilted it toward him, to show that she obviously already had one. She sat her drink back onto the bar, after taking a swig from it of course, and attempted to burn his reflection in the bottle with her eyes. Americans. With their 'football' and burgers... Think they own everything. When she noticed that he had made himself comfortable against the bar, she turned to him in her seat. She was just about to open her mouth to say something when Lucas came flying over. He was obviously plastered out of his mind, and looking very red faced and angry. Who the hell is this? Dani tipped her head to the side. Who is... oh... She glanced to the American beside her, realizing now for the first time that he wasn't all that bad looking. A smile instantly painted itself onto her face. Who could resist the chance of making an ex jealous?

"My date," she replied calmly, gesturing towards Augustus. Poor American... here we sit, jabbing back and forth in French... he has no idea what's going on... Ah well. "Your date? As if his voice couldn't drop any deeper, it did. A laugh was threatening to bubbly into her throat. "Yes. He's American." As if thrown over the edge, Lucas pounced towards Augustus, but due to his drunken state, he only managed to hit his head on the bar, and fall over. Danielle couldn't help but laugh, after all... it was pretty funny. She scooped down and helped him up, clicking her tongue at him. "Go home, Lucas. You're drunk," she told the very confused looking Spaniard. He looked as though he wanted to argue. He opened his mouth, and just as he did, the room started to spin. He mumbled something to her in Spanish, she smiled and replied back to him, "Lay down and go home," in his native tongue. He stumbled away, cussing under his breath about Americans.

Dani turned her attention back to her 'date', and laughed a little at the look on his face. "My name is Danielle. Call me Dani," she called to him over the music, in English so this time he could understand her. Her accent was incredibly thick, and English felt strange on her tongue. It was an ugly language. No fluid and beautiful like French or Spanish. Still, this poor tourist was way out of his comfort zone, so she could pity him that. "You'll buy the next one, yes," she asked, nodding towards her beer. "You have a name, American?"